My brother Kevin (32), sister Kerstin (29) and I were raised by my grandparents, who took us to their home after our parents died in a plane crash 6 months after I was born. Grandma and Grandpa had a small farm with 3 horses, 14 chickens, two cows and a whole cage of dogs. They were breeding dogs, so each member of our family has one of their dogs at home.
When Kevin turned 18 and he wanted to leave the farm to “stand up on his own feet” on his own, his grandfather gave him a dog so that he always had a friend next to him. This became a tradition and when Kerstin, in her 18's turn, left the farm, she was also given a dog to take care of (or someone to take care of her).
In the end, when I turned 21 and I also decided to leave the farm, as well as my predecessors, and just as they gave me a dog too. It was a huge Apenzelter (Austrian breed, like St. Bernard, only slightly darker in color). Grandfather said that his name is Rocco and he will always take care of me.
I was lucky - I was accepted as an intern at a bank, I found magnificent apartments in the suburbs, there were wonderful neighbors, and right across the street from me was a single mother with 14-year-old daughter Bettani, with whom we quickly became friends despite 7 years of age difference . I loved her as a younger sister, and also she sometimes walked with Rocco if I was late at work.
I spent some time to rearrange the apparatuses, because I love everything to be mine, and once the delivery company brought me a magnificent carpet that my grandmother bought for me, since I once complained that my feet were cold, especially if I walked barefoot at home. I decided to put this beautiful (and by the way quite expensive) rug around the sofa. And Rocco just fell in love with this piece of fur and lay on it all day.
How it all began. Friday.
Once I returned home from work. We had a very difficult day and I was tired. Rocco was standing on the carpet (the one dear) and. . He had a "riser" (still do not understand why). I wondered what a huge “best friend” he had - almost 12 inches long and 1. 5-2 in diameter. It was dark red with a huge red ball at the bottom (called a “knot”). A hefty member got out of the fur "bag" completely and I stared at him ... I had never seen such huge members.
I just wanted to say “Hello, Rocco,” but then I noticed that from his member splashed liquid on the expensive carpet. (Now I know that this is a special lubricant) You spoil my gift! I threw my purse and jacket into the corner and tried to drive it away - zero effect. I tried to drag him away — useless — the dog was too heavy for me. If a dog of this size decides not to move from its place, then it can only be removed by a crane. It is clear that as a bank employee, when I came home from work, I was dressed a little inappropriately to fight the dog - I was wearing a thin white buzka, a short black skirt and high-heeled shoes - so I had no chance to overcome it by force.
While I was trying to drive him out of the carpet (which was already wet under him), the dog apparently decided that I was going to play with him and wagged his tail and started spinning around me.
So I had no other choice but to grab his dick as gently as possible to catch the trickles flying out of his hand. Of course the dog immediately stopped. No wonder - his “best friend” is in my hands. I tried to grab the dog more reliably to pull him off the carpet - but he just fell on his side. Here is an asshole! What I did not know at that moment was the fact that dogs, unlike men, respond much more strongly to the stimulation of the penis at the base and the knot, and not the head, as men. My hand just held the base and a little knot, so as you can imagine, the dog just started it up.
So, the dog sprawled on the carpet, I bent over him, my hand was squeezing his penis, or rather part of the member and part of the “knot”. This struggle has tired me a little, I was breathing heavily. At this time, the dog, waving his front paws, tore off the top buttons of the blouse and my bra opened. Yeah. . I would like to look at the photos of this scene ... it would be at least strange ... I was angry and did not even attach importance to the fact that the dog's member was in my hands ... in the last useless attempt to remove the dog from the carpet, I "turned" his members a little I did not notice that it was sent directly to my face.
All this struggle and movement - all this happened somehow quickly. .
And then Rocco finished. Finished in four volleys hot, watery dog sperm. The first volley was powerful and accurate. Straight into my open mouth. I was scared and closed my mouth - and on time. The second volley fell right in the face. From surprise, I swallowed everything in my mouth. A third volley flooded my neck and bra, and the last one fell to my knees.
Here is a picture! The 21-year-old beginner financier leaned over the dog, holding a doggy penis and a knot in one sperm-stained hand, the blouse was unbuttoned, and the face, neck, bra and legs were filled with dog sperm.
But for some reason I didn’t think at that time “oh my god, how do I look.” I was afraid that if I swallowed a dog sperm, I would pick up some infection or get poisoned.
I first everything, went naked in the bath, leaned over the toilet and tried to force myself to vomit everything to remove the sperm from the stomach - but nothing happened because I did not put my fingers into the throat. So, on my tongue and lips, this strange (but oddly pleasant) taste, my face is filled with dog sperm. I climbed into the shower and in 2 hours exhausted 2 bottles of shower gel and 2 bars of soap, trying to wash it all off.
Having washed and changed clothes, I began to walk around the house and think about what to do now.
Rocco, the little wretch was lying on the carpet and licking his eggs, and believe it or not, but this bag of shit sarcastically snarled in the whole dog face.
Gradually, I got almost hysterical. In the end I grabbed the phone and started dialing the doctor’s number. But already prepared to dial the last figure, I froze.
What will I say? ”Hi, doctor! And tell me, will a person get sick if he swallows a good portion of dog sperm? ”?
This is absurd, it is completely impossible.
At that moment, I remembered Susan - my friend in high school who works as a veterinarian, so maybe she knows something. But how to tell her about what happened without compromising yourself? Well, it was an accident - but would she believe it? Yes, no man on this earth will believe that what happened a few hours ago was an accident. They will think that I'm a pervert and fuck my dog. I felt bad.
The red hand on my watch was already showing 11 pm.
I couldn’t do anything yet and decided to put everything off until the morning, drank a couple of cups of tea with rum and went to sleep, closing the bedroom door.
The next morning (Saturday).
I could not sleep and was tormented all night, only in the morning I closed my eyes for a second and immediately the alarm clock rang. 9 am.
I was completely exhausted from a sleepless night. Somehow I forced myself to go to the kitchen, drank a few cups of strong coffee and began to think. Need to call Ausan. But what should she say?
It took two hours to come up with a more or less suitable story that would explain what happened as an accident, than it actually was. I found Susan's number, called, told her the “decent” story I had invented and asked my question. About whether a person can suffer by swallowing the sperm of an animal, or rather a dog.
I imagined how she smirks on the other side, if not choking with laughter, but suddenly Susan calmly and seriously said, “Well, as far as I know, no diseases are transmitted from animal to human through contact or even ingestion of body fluids, including sperm ". She spoke very calmly and in her voice there was no grin or mockery. It seems that she bought into my story (then I found out that it wasn’t at all - she just thought that I was trying to have sex with my dog but didn’t have time to get a member when he had finished).
I was glad to have such an answer and promised to drop in on her as a nib since we had not had a chance to chat for a long time.
So hanging up, I finally relaxed. I will not get sick (since Rocco is in excellent health) - and all I need to do now is to forget about the incident and laugh at it.
Two weeks later (Friday).
I came home from work late. By this time, I was completely recovered after what happened 2 weeks ago on Friday evening. I opened the door to the apartment and what do I see ?! Rocco is again on this damned carpet and he has a riser again! Just like two weeks ago! I thought that I had a déjà vu - but I was dressed differently in this one, and there was something else ... At that moment when I saw this huge dick and a huge ball at my base I drooled. I felt the same taste on my lips and tongue, like on the Friday when Rocco had finished in my mouth. Strange - but I was a little excited.
“Oh, no, dear,” I said. I went to the bathroom, took a towel and drove Rocco off the carpet. Rocco looked a little upset, but he simply curled up, licked his eggs and calmed down.
That evening, I watched a movie on TV, pretty quickly tired and fell asleep right on the couch. I had a dream and remembered this dream. I dreamed that I was relaxing on the beach and met a gorgeous tall blue-eyed surfer. We chatted about something (I don’t remember what) and then went over to kisses. It was getting hotter and in the end we had sex. I gave him an amazing blowjob - but something was wrong here. His cock tasted strange - it reminded me of something that I had tried recently (now I’m sure it was the taste of Rocco’s member). Suddenly, something tickling began to rise from my feet up. I woke up and saw Rocco - he was standing on the other side of the couch, licking my heels. It was nice, but I scolded him after all.
I sat on the couch and called the dog. He complied, stuck his nose at me, and suddenly began to nudge between my thighs and sniff. I was shocked and began to push the dog away - but as I said before, this is quite a big and strong dog, so I had to push him very hard several times to have this effect.
“What the hell is going on with you?” I asked the dog. Of course, I understood that he would not answer - but this question has been spinning in my head since the very moment I came home.
“You scared me 2 weeks ago with your riser and poured sperm on me, today I met my dick again, but now what? What? Do you need a bitch or something?
The dogs are quite sensitive and of course Rocco realized that I was angry. He just went to his place and lay down, and he no longer looked at me. I do not know, maybe he was offended.
Next week (monday).
My vacation started and finally I had time to sort out this problem. For a start, I went for a walk with a dog. I tried to exhaust him completely, chasing him with a wand and a tennis ball all over a couple of times, probably 50. I hoped that he would be so exhausted that at last he would throw this crap out of his head and start behaving normally.
When he was exhausted enough, I took Rocco home, left one and went to the library to look for research about the sexual behavior of dogs. It was the first time I heard anything about bestiality and K9 (before that, the abbreviation meant for me only the dog service of the police).
I was interested in this topic and I took home several books about bestiality and sexual behavior of dogs during the “hunt”.
It took three days to read books and research. But the more I read about it, the more I wanted to find more information about bestiality and especially “k9”. It became some kind of mania. Do not forget that it was almost 8 years ago - then the Internet was still just a meaningless word, there were no webcams and secret sites on this topic - and if you wanted to learn something new on some topic, you should either look for books in the library or look for people who understand this.
It seems incredible, but this time Fortune was on my side.
Once I was in the library, returned the books I had taken earlier and was walking along the corridor looking for a new book that was listed in the catalog. I found - but not just the book itself. A little piece of paper fell from her. At first I thought it was someone who left a bookmark - but this turned out to be wrong. This was the address of the sex shop, which sold various zoofil accessories, such as dildos, magazines and of course, video.
Perhaps someone put this piece of paper with a specific purpose - so I returned it to the place, after copying the address and telephone number.
I hurried back home. The find aroused me and I immediately called the store.
A deep male voice answered.
- Shop Sweet Desires. How can I help you?
- Hmmm. . Hi ... a friend gave me your phone. . - I lied - she said that ... your store is the right place to find ... hmmm ...
Male voice prompted
- Special items?
- Well, sort of
- How special?
Chchchert. Well, how to tell this voice what exactly I want? On the other hand, he does not see me. I got air in my lungs and said
- Bestiality and K9
- Oumm ... yes, very specific products ... Yes, of course you can. What are you exactly interested in?
- Do you have a catalog which you can send?
- Yes, of course, call the address
Thank God, I very successfully had an anonymous mailbox, which I called and hung up ...
Here you go. . one more step has been taken.
Waiting for mail (Thursday)
I went to the post office every day. I behaved like an impatient child on the eve of Christmas. Finally, on Thursday came the catalog. I was in a hurry to go home and it exceeded the speed wherever possible and where it was impossible - but I just could not wait to see this little magazine full of information about bestiality and k9.
At home I lay down on the sofa and began to “analyze” the booklet. I found there a lot of magazines about sex with dogs and horses and other things, a whole catalog of "toys" such as dildos in the form of canine, horse and even dolphin members, special socks for dogs, so as not to scratch the skin during sex (I already read about women , which allow their dogs to fuck themselves), and even a special ramp for horse lovers, which allows you to fix the body in the most comfortable sex with a donkey pose. Views of all this unusually got me.
I wrote out on a piece of paper a few numbers for ordering “dog” magazines called “bench” and “doghouse” and sent the order on the same day.
Bestiality and K9 paved the way into my subconscious and could not get away from it (although, to tell the truth, I didn’t try to forget about it).
A few weeks later. Wednesday.
Days and weeks went by and I ordered more and more new magazines to the store. I didn’t even subscribe to some weekly publications on the topic, so I always had something to read and see - I had videos, collections of pictures, books, weekly and monthly magazines from the “sperm mania” series dedicated to women who love sperm (without differences - human or not).
These films increasingly captured me, and I began to look at Rocco with different eyes. When I masturbated (as I did every day), Rocco and his huge member appeared more and more often in my dreams. I often remembered that Friday when the dog obspuskal me, but in these dreams I was not shocked by this - and enjoyed.
Once, when I was already tormented by dreams, but was still not ready to make my fantasies a reality - I ordered an artificial doggy in the store. I so often called this store that a pleasant male voice (which, as it turned out, belonged to a short guy just above 150 cm named Mick) began to recognize me by voice. I said that I would like to order DeDi (this word was used in our family).
I played with this rubber stick for quite a long time, I did not try to suck on it or shove it in myself - I just touched it, well, maybe I tried to lick it sometimes.
Next weekend (Saturday).
I was not very good. I felt exhausted and miserable in the last days. Something was wrong. I rushed around the house, trying to find myself busy. I only seemed to do nothing on the roof.
I vacuumed all the carpets, washed the floors, washed and ironed all the linen.
I finished ironing and folded all my clothes in neat piles into the closet, passing along the corridor I saw that it was sprinkled with water in the corridor (it was not water ...). I followed the trickles and saw Rocco standing near the couch. He had an erection and streams squirted from the head, and believe it or not - but this time his penis was even bigger and more powerful than last time (I still don’t know why he sometimes has such an erection).
I remembered that Friday a month ago, when ... Well, you understood what Friday I was talking about.
I remembered the rubber dog cock in my nightstand, the magazine and the video tapes, and I was a little dizzy while I looked at this member.
I took a step towards him - the dog did not react.She took another step - he did not move. I took the last step and stood behind Rocco. Not a single muscle of the dog moved. I just looked at his stomach, which shuddered with each breath, at his beautiful penis, which was shaking in time with the dog's breathing. I felt that he was calling me (I understand that this sounds silly - but this is what I felt at that moment). ."Come on, girl ... touch me." I was not dressed too gorgeous, just old football and cheap jeans, so if that ... does not matter. .
I knelt down and leaned under it, it was as if I did not control myself. I hit a dick, he jumped and it began to drive me crazy.
Rocco did not try to stop me or just leave - he just stood and enjoyed it - I am sure of it.
Fluid - lubrication squirted from the penis and flowed down my hands and wrists. I wanted to take a closer look at his huge penis - I lay on my back and climbed the top half under Rocco’s belly.
I looked at the head of his penis and saw how the streams of grease were sprinkling from him (and dripping on my t-shirt). I began to move closer and closer to the head, until the first trickle dripped onto my cheek. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and tried a drop. It seems I experienced a small orgasm when the first trickle hit my tongue. Adrenaline just splashed into my veins and I just could not hold back anymore. I did not think about what I was going to take in the mouth of the dog, I did not think that it was illegal (later, by the way, I found out that in my staff it was not illegal) - I just wanted to suck this gorgeous cock.
I opened my mouth, hid my teeth behind my lips (I don’t want to hurt him) and just raised my head. Rocco's big long red dick just plunged into my mouth and I started to suck on it. My tongue flew around him and his juices just flowed down my throat. I swallowed them and started to suck harder. I just chopped off from the real world (in a good way) - I just gave my depraved part to take control of me.
I swallowed his dick completely, took him in the throat. I heard that Rocco is breathing harder and harder - he was baldered from pleasure. The dog's breathing grew faster and I knew that he was about to finish.
I took part of the penis out of my mouth, leaving only the head there and started massaging his knot.
And then he finished. , finished with force and pressure. His hot sperm just shot from his cock, like on that Friday - but unlike that day it wasn’t just four trickles - it’s like that he was going to stop forever. I had to swallow several times and Rocco had finished and finished in my mouth.
This is incredible - I myself finished. I didn’t even touch myself - I didn’t jerk off my clitoris - but I just came from the realization that I had sucked the dog and swallowed his sperm. It was one of the strongest orgasms in my life. When my orgasm ended and Rocco stopped spilling out the sperm - I licked his dick clean and tried to make a fool of myself again - but my body did not react. I was completely satisfied and exhausted by a single orgasm.
Rocco left me, went to his place. It took about 15 minutes before she could move, but it was simply impossible to walk. My legs were just rubber and I had to literally crawl into the bath on all fours to wash off the traces of Rocco's love.
At that very moment when I saw myself in the mirror, when I saw my face, filled with dog sperm, I realized that I was a zoophilic, one that loves animals and loves to have sex with them. And that definitely this blowjob to my dog will not be the last in my life.
New life (sunday).
When I woke up the next morning I felt just great. I did the sexiest and craziest thing imaginable.
I walked down the hall to the kitchen, drank a cup of hot coffee - I had a feeling that the world around me had changed. I began to realize that what happened last night was not an accident - that was what I was waiting for.
I was absolutely happy and felt like a million dollars until the phone rang.
It was a grandmother.
- How are you darling?
My God ... What can she say? I knew that there was absolutely no reason to talk about what had just happened, but I had the feeling that I was caught with a hand running
about me, about how I sucked my own dog (the thoughts about Rocco's dick made me shiver) and that I swallowed his sperm, and moreover - I enjoyed it - it would be a nightmare.
This is bad? Did I do something bad? I am bad? I'm a pervert? I sat on the stupid chair in the kitchen, looking at the floor and started thinking.
I studied materials on this topic. This is condemned by society, in fact. But by the way homosexual relationships are also condemned by society - and so what?
I did not force Rocco to give me a suck from him (a shiver again broke through). If in this situation, someone was forced to do something, then it was me (I imagined a picture of how Rocco grabs me and makes me suck him ... and I felt that I really would like that to happen ... I have to try). .
Rocco went into the kitchen, walked to his trough, ate. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.
Ok ... I did not feel like a criminal or a devil on his heels. What about the ethical side? Ok ... People have sex with other people. Humans are biocompatible only with humans. But this does not mean that people and animals cannot play any games, right?
Rocco finished breakfast and approached me. I looked at him and still thinking about the situation patted him.
The canine member (I tried not to think about him, since I was starting to shiver) is not very different from the man's member. Well, yes, in men there is no knot in the base and the head is different.
The most significant difference between a member of a man and a dog is that men do not have a special inner bone. And dogs have a thin bone inside the penis. But otherwise, they are the same. They are designed to get inside the female (human or dog) and “deliver” sperm to the necessary place to continue the race (what a cold description of what I just enjoyed so much!).
It was a dead end. On the one hand, what has been done recently is not something that “everyone also does”. On the other hand, I liked sucking cock (Mmmmmm) on Rocco so much that it could not be bad.
Suddenly, I felt my hand hot, as if I had placed it in hot water. I looked down and saw Rocco in my hand. While I stroked him, I unconsciously put my hand under his belly and took his penis in my hand. A shiver ran through my body, I tried to drive out the pictures arising in it.
I saw myself lying under Rocco, sucking on his huge cock, sperm, filling my face. It was so beautiful. .I tried to let go of his dick, but it was beyond my power. I liked so much to feel his huge red member, which gave me so much pleasure. .
I got on my knees and started jerking his “car of joy” faster, bringing my face closer to her. He began to breathe harder and faster. Just a second later, he finished and shot his sperm in my face. It was great. Almost as strong as last night. I didn’t suck this time - but it wasn’t necessary, I had such a wonderful feeling ...
“Good boy,” I said, collecting cum from my face and licking every drop of this beautiful juice from my fingers.
I looked in the mirror and realized that I looked absolutely pleased and happy.
“What the hell - why do you care who will say anything about you?” I said to myself. “You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” I smiled and noticed Rocco, who was standing in the doorway. I leaned over to him and said, “If you want to tell someone about what happened - warn me, ok?” And believe it or not, Rocco just briefly barked once, as if he wanted to say “Yes, girl — I I'll warn you.
Drug? (Monday).
When I finally found a common language with myself, I felt much better. I no longer cared about who would think about me. The chances that someone got sniffed about my new joy in life were almost zero.
But what happened in the kitchen could mean certain problems for me. I took into my hands a member of Rocco, without noticing how. Totally unconsciously. Although I am also new to sex with a dog. But such a manifestation in public can actually compromise me.
What strained me the most is that I practically lost control of myself, taking Rocco’s “best friend” in my hand. The possibility of losing control of oneself at the sight of a dog member was quite risky, especially considering the upcoming September 14th celebration,. when my grandfather will take over as president of the Kennel Club. All members of this club have dogs and many of them will come to the celebration with their pets. The club building has a large courtyard and the dogs during the celebration will frolic there, while the owners inside have fun, play cards and do other things.
My lips were dry, as in anticipation of a hot dessert. I suddenly had a picture of myself as I was in the yard of a dog club sucking members of all the dogs in turns, while the family inside was celebrating. .
It was so hot ...
It is impossible to be so excited and lose control at the very thought of a dog's member ... It was like a drug habit. .
It is necessary to restore self-control! Right now! … Okay… . First, under the shower ... I need to take a very cold shower ...
Attempts to resist ... (Thursday)
I tried to think of how I would learn to resist the desire to suck the next doggy member, who would ask my throat as well. . I took Rocco for a walk to get some fresh air and clear my thoughts.
The park was full of children playing football, a few old women fed pigeons (which is prohibited by law! Bloody flying rats) and a few people walk their dogs.
Maybe the ball games will help me to relax a little - I thought and threw the ball as far as I could. Rocco is huge, but he was brought up perfectly - I didn’t see such raised dogs - and he would sit without stirring before the juicy steak - without my permission he would not budge. But sometimes he is worn like crazy. He ran like an arrow for a ball. Several children were watching us, and it seems they have never seen such big dogs before. Two girls came up to me.
- Wow, what a big dog. What is her name?
- Rocco
- Rocco? Cool. Can I play with him?
- Of course. Come on. He is not angry.
The girls began to play with him. I looked after Rocco, watching how he behaved. He behaved like a very well-bred dog, his behavior was nothing but fun playing with a ball. Either he had enough sex or he had no interest in anyone except me.
Barbecue party (Wednesday).
On Wednesday, the bank closed around noon, so I had time for myself and for the party.
Rocco, this little failed rapist, tried not to catch my eye. Although I understood that he felt guilty not because of his attempt, but because he did not obey my order.
Bettany came around 3 in the afternoon, she looked worried.
- What happened last night? Mom says you screamed so much that you even thought to call the police
Oh oh oh…
- Uh ... yes. . uh it's me on rocco screaming
- And what happened?
- He almost bit me when I ... tried to brush his teeth - his problems with tartar
Bettani raised her left eyebrow and looked at me even more questioningly.
“And you had to do this at night?”
- Eeee. . I have long wanted to do this but somehow I forgot
- Next time, better warn your neighbors - or else mom was really worried
- Ok, I'll keep in mind.
I tried to smile in order to defuse the situation, but this did not help - either I got some kind of tight smile or Betty did not believe a single word.
It was time to get ready for the party - Betty's friends were supposed to arrive at 5-6 pm. We carried the barekyushnitsa into the courtyard, prepared plates, sauces, coal, cooled drinks.
Betty's friends came all at the same time, showered me with thanks for allowing me to have a party in my yard. They winked and tried to kiss me on the cheek, and it even seemed to me that someone slapped me on the ass - but here I am not sure.
I lay down in a chair on the veranda and watched as young people frolic around the pool. Betty introduced me to her best friend Trisha - and I understood why she liked to kiss her so much - the girl really was attractive.
I listened as one of the guys asked, “Hey, Bee (Bettany's nickname), and where is that healthy dog you are walking with?”
- In prison, because he bit the hand that feeds - Bettany glanced at me - Let's let him go? I vouch he will behave like a good boy. .
- Ok, but if only squeals - a single camera is provided to the end of the day for this face
I went for a dog.
Rocco behaved perfectly that the young people would not work with him - they bathed him in the pool, rushed with him around the yard - and when they started feeding, you could think that the evil owner of the poor dog did not feed at all.
- She-she - enough to feed him! Will get fat!
In the meantime, Rocco had already walked up, had gorged himself, and had bought himself to the point of exhaustion, came to me and lay down in the shade.
- Hey, mohnatik, tired? - I patted his ear - but the dog did not answer. He is really tired.
The evening was coming. I have already taken enough sunbathing and seen enough of frolicking young people.
- Betty - can you see for your company? I'm going to lie down at home
- Of course
- If anything ...
- If anything happens, I'll call you.
- OK
I went into the house, Rocco went along behind me. I closed the door so that no one broke through while I was changing clothes. Rocco lay down before the bed.
I went into the bath, washed my hair, took off my swimsuit and put on more ordinary clothes.
I flopped onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling. Looks like the sun burned all the oh energy supply - I felt tired.
The hand hung from the bed and touched the dog's fur. I turned on my side and saw that Rocco was lying on his back, spreading all four paws around.
I stroked his tummy.
“I mean something to you?” - I smiled - Will you forgive me?
He did not move - he just felt bad about how I stroked his tummy.
Stroking the tummy, I noticed that the wool bag began to grow and a red head came out of it.
“Rocco ...”
I remembered last night. I did not let him finish. He famously otlizal me - I finished three times in a row - when I tried to relieve pressure in the eggs, I drove it.
Can take a chance? The door is closed ... Suck the dog a few meters from the crowds of teenagers. . There is something in it. .
I got up, crept to the door, leaned my ear. Apparently having fun with might and main.
Sneaking back to Rocco, leaning over him and beginning to gently massage his eggs and fur bag.
The head of his penis slowly begins to appear from the bag. When I crawl by half, I lean more and take it into my mouth.
An excitement makes me shiver. This is a great sensation of a delicious doggy mouth. I continue to massage his knot and suck greedily. I love when I have his cock in my mouth. I take out the whole head, run my tongue over it and then up and down the entire length of the penis.
I lick the knot. It is something. . there is something manic about it. .
Rocco starts breathing hard. I understand that now he will finish and thrust his cock into his throat as deeply as possible and suck with all his might. Rocco powerfully ends. .For seconds, my mouth is filled with dog sperm, departing from his penis. I try to swallow like last time - but now there is too much sperm. I swallow as much as I can, but the part hits me right in the trachea and I start coughing.
The dog sperm comes out of my mouth, my lips and Rocco's belly are all in sperm. I get up and go to the bath. I leaned over the sink and tried to catch my breath when there was a knock at the door - “Denis - do you have a band-aid? Jen cut herself a bit. ”
Chchchert. What to do?I have a red face stained with dog sperm. I splashed water on my face, wiped it off with a towel and put a toothbrush in my mouth and took a box with a plaster from the first-aid kit behind the mirror.
I opened the door, pretending to brush my teeth, while feeling the taste of dog sperm in my mouth and on my lips.
- Here you are. Painfully?
- Aah - nonsense - scratch. And what took you so long?
- I had to first at least throw a shirt
- Aah ... it's clear ... - Bettani giggled - Then it's clear why your face is so red
I tried to smile back - but somehow it didn’t work. Bettany grabbed the patch and ran away. I closed the door, sat down on the corner of the bed and looked at Rocco. He lay quietly and licked his belly and dick from his own sperm
“That was close, man ... Too close ...”
Sin Week (Monday).
The next week (after the party) was filled with sin. I just could not take my hands off Rocco, and I am sure that he felt the same. The situation was completely out of control.
I have had relationships before - and sex has always been a very important part of relationships - but I have never - that is, literally never had such a hectic sex life, as after I discovered that I was attracted to animals, or rather to dogs.
I loved to suck at Rocco (even though I began to wonder if I was raping him for my own pleasure) - and of course I loved when he licked from me.
Sick and unhappy (Friday)
The weekend is on the threshold - and I got sick. I caught a cold and it seemed to me that I was dying. I had a fever and I was sweating so much, as if I stood in the middle of the desert sands under the scorching sun.
I coughed and snotted so that I could not even breathe normally. I had a terrible headache, and the general condition was as if a truck had driven through me.
Bettany promised that she would take care of Rocco and walk him until I was able to.
I crawled around the house, trying not to think about the state of health.
I took the book and went back to the bedroom. I was wearing only my favorite nightie (remember, that sky-blue old shirt) and nothing else - any cloth that I tried to pull on myself immediately got wet and began to annoy.
Flopping on the bed, I noticed that the mineral water bottle was almost empty, so I got up again and went to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I heard the front door slam. Bettany must have come back with the dog. I heard her cry: “Denis? I returned the dogs. I will drop by at his watch at 9 pm - and while I am in a hurry, ”and slammed the door.
I returned to the bedroom and saw Rocco sitting in his seat. He was breathing so hard, as if Betty was not walking him, he made him run a marathon. He looked very tired. I lay down on the bed and went deep into reading.
After chapter five, fatigue made me quit reading and I fell asleep.
Son of a bitch ... (Friday Night)
I woke up around 11pm. My nose cleared but my head still ached.
I opened the drawer of the dresser and found the last aspirin pill. I tried to open a bottle of mineral water - but she just slipped out of her hands and rolled under the bed.
Heck.
I stooped and looked under the bed. Unfortunately, the bed was quite low and I could not fully climb under it - and this damn bottle rolled straight to the far wall and I could not reach it.
I knelt down and crawled the top half of my body under the bed. I almost reached for the bottle, but not completely. I had to push my knees so that my ass fell a bit and I could climb further. Unfortunately, extending the knees had a side effect - my nightie hiked up on the lower back. It was cool, but I had to get this damn bottle.
Suddenly something wet and cold poked me in the "girl". I looked back (as far as it was possible) and saw Rocco’s paws.
- Hey - leave me! Now is not the right time for sex. - but Rocco did not pay attention and began to lick my pussy and ass. I zadadala “Get out. . Uyyy ... U ... "
Rocco continued to lick me and I could not move normally. My face was pressed to the floor and I felt drool drooling.
He has never licked me so actively. I had to hold my breath so as not to scream. Before the dog licked me, I always lay on my back and could see and control him - I never let him lick myself from behind.
The bad thing about this situation was that I could not move, as my nightie got caught on something in the frame of the sofa. The good news is that my headache has completely disappeared.
After the next movement of the Rocco language, I almost finished. This is a favorite moment when Rocco licks me and he manages to keep me on this pre-gas state for a long time. I adore this state.
“Mmm ... Rocco ... (groan).” . Rocco ... it's gorgeous ...
The next strong and deep movement pulled the trigger and I finished - it was something. The most powerful orgasm ... what a feeling ... I was stuck under the sofa, putting my ass up and the dog was licking me great. .
I tried to recover after an orgasm, when I noticed that Rocco stopped licking me.
Something was wrong, I felt it. And then a guess came to me. I remembered that Thursday, when Rocco almost fucked me - then I barely escaped - but now I am tightly stuck under the sofa and I could not get away.
- Oh my God. . Do not give him ... - but it was too late.
I felt Rocco's weight on my hips, his forepaws wrapped around them. I looked back and saw Rocco's huge dick - he seemed even bigger than before.
- NOT!GO! WON !!!
I tried to move - but I was completely clamped. I tried to move my ass - but she only moved an inch more.
I looked back again and saw that Rocco was trying to attach himself to my pussy — he began to make forward movements with his hips — but he missed.
He tried to settle in again and again, but he missed all the time.
But sooner or later he will fall. We had to do something. I still dumbly opened my knees, trying to lower my ass to get a little loose and get out from under the sofa.
It was my mistake that Rocco was waiting.
Spreading my knees, I lowered my ass to an inch and it was the same missing inch.
Rocco took aim again, pushed his hips forward and thrust his dick into me.
- AAAAAH !!!! SON OF A BITCH!!!
He pulled his penis a bit and pushed it into me. I watched as his knot pressed against my lips.
Then the third time he stuck his cock even deeper into my pussy (which managed to get wet pretty) and began to fuck me at a fast pace.
I could not do anything I could only try not to scream when the member rested against my uterus.
Gradually, I began to wake up and enjoy his cock, filling my vagina. I could only say “Good boy. . yes, come on ”- I grabbed the air and started podmahivat movements of his hips.
I finished without warning — as if the switch had clicked and the sky was lit up with a flash of lightning. Rocco continued to ram me with his dick and I finished again. I finished 5 times! Contract! This is something incredible.
Then I felt his paws scratching my skin, he pressed his hips against me and froze. He finished in me. I felt like dog sperm fills my insides. I felt sperm seeping from my vagina and running down my legs.
Rocco pulled his penis out of me and started licking me again. He licked off all his discharges from me - I had finished one more time during this time.
- Stop. Enough, well, please ... I can't stand this way anymore. .
I felt his tongue climbing into the vagina and disconnected.
dog licks girl pussy photo
I came to my senses on Sunday morning. I was still trapped under the sofa, but still, after tearing my favorite nightie, I was able to free myself.
Rocco slept nearby. I went to the bathroom and washed away the dried dog sperm and spit. Then she returned to the room. Rocco is already awake. He looked a little frightened, as if he understood that he had made a big mistake.
I patted his head
- Yes, good you, good ... Son of a bitch - I smiled. Son of a bitch seems to be not a curse for a dog.
I sat on the sofa. I felt just great. I'm definitely a zoophilic. Little bitch Rocco. I was sure I would do it again.
Being a bitch and bestiality is not so bad as someone might think. I like this fact.