| German Shepherd It was late, and everyone had already gone to bed. My room was in the far corner of the house, so I knew I wasn't so apt to be heard by the others; also, it was late at night, so despite my fears, I went and let Sandy into my room. He was a big, beautiful German Shepherd, and very friendly. He had blue eyes, and I really liked him. It was as I was bolting the door that he began sniffing at me there. I had been fingering myself earlier, and I knew he could probably smell it. "No, Sandy," I whispered, trying to push his head away. He insisted, though, and kept trying to smell me there. I kept my nightshirt on, and just got back into bed. "You can get under the covers with me if you'd like," I told him, lifting the covers up. It was cold out, I knew, and I wanted him to be comfortable. He hopped up into bed with me, and I pulled the covers up to his neck. He was half way up me now, his face near my crotch, and he kept trying to sniff me there. With a sigh, I let him, and at first he seemed content to merely stick his snout between my legs, pressing his nose there. "Oh Sandy!" I said, "you're getting my nightshirt all wet!" And it was true; the moistness on his nose was smearing all over the crotch of my nightshirt. So, since I didn't want him to stain it or anything, I lifted it up. That was that, and he immediately stuck his cold nose right at the same place, snuffling and sniffing and licking. I gasped and lay back, pulling the covers up until they covered his head. He continued licking me, even in the dark. I was feeling all sweaty and hot again, just the way I did when I rubbed myself there. The covers now up to my neck, I spread my legs apart even farther for him. Settled in between my legs, my knees touching his furry sides, I felt my heart speeding up and I gasped twice, his soft, beautiful snout licking me in my most tender place. I gasped again, the feelings getting better and better, now better than they had ever felt before. I felt like crying, or shouting out. Fearing I would do just that, I took the other pillow and put it in my mouth and bit down on it, biting it hard. It was then that something really happened, his tongue still going away at me, and then I had the best feeling I've ever had from that place. I cried into the pillow, biting down on it as hard as I could, lifting my legs, my knees going up, and then curling and thrusting my toes out. It felt so good, I didn't think I would live. He kept this up for longer than I can remember, just licking and licking away at me, his tongue magical and soft, and so so nice. The next thing I knew, his tongue wasn't there any longer, his head up against my tummy. "Oh Sandy," I murmured, feeling as though I could just drift right off to sleep. Everything felt so good and warm inside, and so soft and nice... He kept moving up my body, though, until he was almost completely over me, his head laying on my chest. I lifted my nightdress further, so he wouldn't get caught up in it, and I could feel his fur against me; he felt soft and warm, and he smelled like he did after he had been running around for a while, kind of steamy, and musky, and very doggy. His forelegs were on either side of my tummy and I put the pillow aside and just looked down at him, his snout peeking out from under the blanket. "Sandy," I said, stroking his head. "you are a good dog. A goooood dog. A very good dog." I kept stroking his face and snout, and he just looked at me with these sad eyes, and then I felt something. I wasn't sure what it was at first, until it poked me again, and I realized he was squirming against me, very softly and gently. It must be the thing he has between his legs, I thought to myself. Like when it gets hard and the pink tip sticks out. That was it. He was doing to me like he did to girl dogs. Out of curiosity, I reached down just to touch it, to see what it felt like. It wasn't too hard, but was certainly stiffer than his sheath normally was, since I had felt it, once. He whined and looked at me with his ears down, his eyes squinted as I grasped and rubbed it a little. I wondered if what I was doing right now felt as good to him as what he had done to me earlier felt to me. I hoped so. He continued squirming and moving closer to me, pressing up farther and farther, his penis pushing at the very place he had been licking. I finally let go of it, just letting him do whatever it was he wanted to. I was sure it would be nice. I reached up, my arms now around his body, just as his forelegs were around me, sort of. I stroked his head, murmuring, "Sandy, Sandy..." He licked my face, and I could feel his penis against my privates. I spread my legs a bit wider, and then I felt it go in a little. I gasped, and shifted, wondering if that was how it should feel, or if something was wrong. Only a little had gone in, but it felt very wide, and really warm. He whined, and I didn't have the heart to stop him, and besides, it felt so nice, so I just kept stroking his head, rubbing him between the ears. He didn't seem to notice, though, as though he were more intent on what he was doing with his penis. He crawled up me until his face was above mine, his tongue coming out over and over to lick my face. Then, pushing with his rear legs, he forced more of it in, and less gently. I gasped as it moved up into me, spreading me wider and wider, and then he gave a little whimper, and I felt a big thing up at my skin, as though a wall were pressing against me. "Sandy," I said, starting to get a little worried. I wondered what was going to happen when he finished, or whether maybe I shouldn't let him finish. "Sandy, what is that....What," I said frantically as I realized he was still pushing into me, moving back and forth and rocking side to side as much as his crouched posture would allow. I lifted my knees, my legs as far apart as they could go. I couldn't get any more open, now, I didn't think.... With a whuff! and a strong shove with his rear, he got it into me all the way, and I let out a louder grunt than I would have liked, having to bite my lip to keep from groaning. It stung a bit, just since it was so huge. But once it was in me, it didn't hurt at all, and actually felt kind of wonderful. It was now that he seemed to swoon from happiness, merely rocking back and forth atop me, his body rubbing sweetly against mine. And there was something even better than that: his penis was now rubbing that part of me in the same way his tongue had, but with a different feeling. Either way, it felt good. Very good, and I soon realized I would have to get the pillow again, to muffle my cries. It just kept getting better, sweat breaking out over my whole body, everything inside feeling very hot and wet. Our breathing was getting heavier, and I finally reached down and pulled the covers all the way up over us, all the way up to the back of his head. He kept moving atop and within me, his penis all big and stiff, the bulge at the base having gotten even larger after entry, and I felt his warmth gushing into me in heaving spasms. It wasn't long before I reached that part where everything felt the best, and I thought I was going to die there beneath him, my heart pounding, my insides spasming and jumping around. I moaned and bit the pillow, his head pressed to my neck and chest, his legs touching me at several places, holding tight. His fur felt so good against me, and that, together with the feeling of his penis in mine, was unbelievably good. I had never thought it was possible to feel this way, in fact, and the only thing I could think of as he pushed carefully back and forth in me, was how much I was going to do this with him from now on. His chin pressed to me, I could smell his doggy odor in my nostrils, a musky, moist odor which I was used to smelling, but this time was tinged with something different. There I was, in my bed, doing the most intimate things imaginable with my dog, the buck and thrust of his rear having become the gateway to heaven for me. After feeling really, really good that way two or three more times, I began to get worried. What if he never stopped? What if he couldn't? What if the bulging part of his penis never got any smaller, and he just stayed locked within me, unable to withdraw? That last thought scared me, but I was in too much pleasure to worry. My fears proved unwarranted, for no sooner was I on my way to another climax when he grunted, and I felt his penis slacken inside me, his motions slowing, then stopping entirely. He lay atop me even after he was done, the moist feeling between my legs growing, despite my satisfaction. He let out a sullen-sounding groan. "Sandy," I murmured, stroking his head. He licked my chin lovingly, and I smiled. "that was so good. You're a good dog," I whispered. As much as I wanted to fall asleep right then, I knew that if anyone came into my room in the morning and caught me that way that we would probably get in trouble, so after giving him an affectionate kiss on the mouth, I made him get off of me and get to the foot of the bed, above the covers. I knew that would be okay. He gave me a kind of hurt look, as though I were kicking him out, but I petted him on the head and talked to him soothingly, so he finally went. Sandy and I didn't get another chance to do that until that weekend. Everyone had left for the day, and I was there all alone. Just Sandy and I. "Sannnnn-deeeeeee..." I called him from my bedroom. It was cold outside, and kind of cold in the house, but my room was warm. And private. He came in, his ears sticking up, his tongue hanging out. He looked like he was smiling, almost, and he looked really happy, but his tail wasn't wagging. I smiled, and sat back on the bed. He came up to me, and I leaned down and let him lick me right on the lips. He just kept licking my face, and I laughed, because it felt kind of funny, but kind of good, too. When my mouth opened that little bit his tongue met mine, and that felt really strange. "Silly doggy," I laughed, scratching and petting the top of his head. He smiled and pushed his head up against my hands. I got up onto the bed and lay down with my head by his. He just stood there, facing me. I was still dressed. He put his face gingerly up to mine, his ears back, and our tongues met again. It felt good, and I let him do that for a few seconds, his tongue stroking over mine, until I finally had to make him stop. My heart was going sort of fast, and I felt really funny inside. "C'mere," I said, patting the bed besides myself. He jumped up onto the bed and I turned over so I could face him. He was such a big, beautiful dog, and his blue eyes sparkled with intelligence. I wondered what he thought of me, or if he really thought of me at all. I was sure he did. Moving closer to him, he lay down on the bed, and I crawled partway onto him. He was soft, and warm and furry, and I stroked his side with my hands, rubbing my cheek against his fur. "Mmmmmhhh," I said. "you're a nice doggy. Mmmmh," After rubbing my head against his big, shaggy neck, I turned from his head and started moving down to the other side of his body. My hand on his thigh, I rubbed him very gently and carefully. He was muscular and powerful, just like a dog should be. Lifting his leg slightly, I could now see the thing he had between his legs. As soon as he realized what I was doing, he lifted his leg out of the way for me, shifting over onto his side so that I was afforded a perfect view of it. He had a furred sheath, which I had seen once before, but never paid much attention to. Behind it were two bags, which I knew were called balls. The sheath had a pink tip sticking out of it, and I knew that this was what he put into girl dogs, and that he had put into me that night which had made me feel so good. Running my hands over his belly, I listened to his little groaning noises with a growing pleasure. He was happy, and I hoped that I was making him as happy as he had made me that night. As I stroked and touched him I kept getting more and more excited, my insides feeling warm and jittery. I smiled as I touched his sheath with my hand, then gripped it carefully. He let out a sigh and I giggled. "You like that, don't you, Sandy?" I asked as I tightened my grip. He whined and began pushing against me a little bit, his penis squirming inside its soft and furry sheath. The little pink tip which had been sticking out earlier grew in both length and width, almost an inch of it. It was thicker around than two of my fingers together, and I recalled the feel of it inside me with a shudder of delight. I could feel my own wetness happening down there, in my privates. He sniffed at the air, and I knew he could smell me. Touching just the tip with one finger, I found that it was moist and very warm. Gingerly taking the tip between thumb and forefinger, I rubbed it lightly just to see what he would do. As I did this the sheath began sliding back entirely of its own accord, and soon his whole thing was exposed to view. It was just a little longer than the length of my hand, and was now slightly thicker and firmer than before. It was a fiery red, and the whole length glistened with his juices, shining pinkly at me. Rubbing his balls with one hand, I placed my other on his penis and stroked it lovingly. He sighed again, and I smiled. He looked so happy there, and kind of sad, too, his ears folded back, his eyes squinted. I hoped he was enjoying this; I sure was, but only in a strange way. I felt nervous and jumpy inside, and felt differently excited than I had been the first night. It was stronger, but more spread out, at the same time. I began looking closer at his penis, having the perfect opportunity to do so. His flesh was smooth on the surface but bumpy underneath, and very, very red; I had never seen anything so red, not even the inside parts of my own privates, and I wondered what the significance of this was. His penis was wet and slick, but as I rubbed it it became stickier and stickier, the water on it drying on my hands. The shaft was long and had grown and stiffened beneath my grasp, now having the consistency of firm rubber; there was a tiny slit at the very tip, and I squeezed it to make it open up, which it did. He didn't seem to mind, and I looked down into it, seeing more pinkness. Letting it slip back closed, I ran my fingers down him; he grunted and sighed, and the base of his penis began to bell out. Curious, I moved closer to him. I rubbed the swollen bit, and it began to get even larger. I realized that this must have been what he put into me when there was that big thing which hurt a little, until it was inside. Not wishing to make it any bigger yet, I left it alone for now. The stickiness on my fingers smelt kind of funny, so I knelt closer to his crotch and smelled it, just to see what it was like. He smelled musky and very different from the way I smelled when I was all warm and excited. I wondered what it tasted like, or if I should try and find out. I knew that it seemed to excite Sandy when he smelt and tasted me down there, and I wondered if it would do the same to me. I cautiously licked my finger just to find out. It tasted salty, and musky and strange, and I wasn't even sure if it was good or not. Either way, it wasn't bad or anything. I also knew how good it felt for me when he licked me down there, and I wondered if it would be nice to do the same to him. With this in mind, I opened my mouth and touched him with the tip of my tongue. He whined and shivered, and I knew that meant he liked it. Smiling triumphantly, I began licking at him, very carefully smoothing him over with my tongue, happy to be able to do for him what he did for me. He shuddered and let out what sounded like a moan, and I settled down to a steady pace. I was determined to do this to him for at least as long as he had done it to me. Not touching him with my hands except at his thighs, I used my tongue on him again and again. I was able to do this for several minutes before he let out a grunt and started trying to flip over from beneath me. "Oh, Sandy," I said, plaintively, and he stopped moving. I started licking him again, and he let out a whine. I smiled and backed away from him, and he immediately flipped over onto his legs. I smiled at him, and was surprised when he leapt upon me. "Sandy," I said as he moved over and onto me, his crotch near my face, his penis red and pointed right at me. "what're you trying to do?" That soon became clear as he thrust himself at me, his penis flailing and then poking me in the face, his hips thrusting and pumping. "Silly dog!" I laughed, trying to back away. "you don't know which end is which!" I finally managed to squirm out from beneath him, even though he kept trying to clutch me about the waist, his strong legs maintaining their grip. Once I was away from him, I jumped off the bed and stood up. He just looked at me, his hips shivering, his penis sticking out like a big, pink sausage. I began to undress, and he jumped off the bed. First I took my shirt off, and he looked at me eagerly, as though he knew what was coming, which he probably did. I then slid my jeans off, now wearing only my panties and bra. I took the bra off and gave it to him to sniff, which he did, and with great excitement. I then leaned down, and he turned his nose up and sniffed at my breasts, licking my left one right on the nipple. I giggled and took off my underwear, then let him smell that. Once he did he became almost uncontrollable, first trying to hop up on my leg. I gently pushed him down and, while standing, spread my legs apart, planting them firmly. He immediately stuck his snout in between them, smelling and then licking me there. He licked and snuffled, his tongue and nose doing more for me than my own fingers ever could. I felt the goodness approaching, and with a moan, I backed up to the bed and sat down on it, holding myself up with my arms, my legs spread for his convenience as he continued to lick me. His tongue was so nice and warm and hot and smooth and... I felt the best part, and cried out despite myself, glad that no one was home to hear me, or the way he was whuffing and grunting, along with my moans and grunts. I had never felt so good, except for that one night... Gripping the bedsheets with both hands, trying to grasp anything that I could hold as his tongue took me away, I cried and cried, tears of pure pleasure coming. He just kept licking and licking, and I just felt better and better. It was then that he stopped, and started trying to move up me. I knew exactly what it was he wanted, and I wanted it, too. For him to get into me, for his body to be inside of mine. With a moan of intense anticipation, I backed up further until I was on top of the bed, laying straight down on it, my legs spread apart and knees up. He hopped up on the bed with me, his penis flopping between his legs, his balls bouncing. He gave me a wild, predatory look as he moved in between my legs, his penis approaching mine. Without another sound he knelt down between my legs, his powerful forelegs on either side of my tummy, his face nearing mine. I wanted him, and he wanted me. I watched as he moved closer, his bright pink thing pointing directly into me, and then it was in....just the tip, and he let out a happy growl. His fur was soft and warm and felt so nice against the insides of my thighs and my stomach. I reached up and stroked his head, and he lowered it to my breast, whining as he did. He started making vigorous thrusting motions with his hips, his rear coming closer and closer, his penis sliding deeper into me. When I felt the bulge at the base I readied myself for the bit of pain that was to come just before the final joys. His ears turned back and his eyes squinted, he began shifting his weight from side to side, as though trying to just crowd the bulge in; it didn't work, and after shifting atop me several times, he gave a brutal buck with his hips and drove it straight into me. I gasped, though it didn't hurt quite as much this time, and despite the discomfort of his suddenly increasing size, it felt even better than it had that first time. "Oh Sandy," I gasped, holding him to me, my arms wrapped around his powerful torso, his forelegs clutching me, too, his locking penetration complete so that we were now inseparable until he was finished with me, which I hoped would be never. He whined, thrusting and pushing into me like clockwork, warmth and moistness flooding into me from him. I felt like crying out, so great was the pleasure, and leaned up and kissed him, delighting in the feel of his fur against my flesh, his soft hide harboring hard muscles beneath. My mouth on his nose, he whined and gave me his tongue, which I kissed also. Our bodies in as much intimate contact as possible, I just felt better and better and better... He was able to bring me to that point and keep me there for better than a minute at a time; and it took him at least as long as it had before to finish with me, his penis getting all soft and slippery inside. When he pulled it out of me, I felt warmth trickling out of me, and then his mouth was back there at that place, and he began licking me, and I started to get even sweatier, my insides feeling hot and nice. Since I knew that we were only going to have the rottweiler that my roommates and I were keeping for the neighbors down the street for another few days, I decided that tonight had to be the night. He was a gigantic dog, much bigger than Sandy; much bigger, in fact, than any dog I had ever seen. Making sure not to let Sandy out, I slipped outside after everyone had gone to bed. Having already made friends with him, I just unchained him and led him further from the house, back into the woods, where I wouldn't be found out. He just looked at me attentively as we walked. He was so big I could almost get on top of him and ride him; I had never thought any dog could be so huge. Once we were far enough away, only the moonlight to guide us, I lifted my skirt and dropped my panties. I was already wet down there from just anticipating what I was going to do with him. His balls were huge, much bigger than Sandy's, and his sheath was prominently displayed whenever he sat down on his side, or whenever he walked. I could only guess at how big his privates were. He immediately put his head between my legs, snuffling and licking violently at me, his nose and tongue pressing at me. With a gasp I spread my legs apart, just letting him do what he would. The pleasure finally got so great that I had to sink to my knees, then sliding back on the ground, my legs still spread wide, his mouth never leaving me as I changed positions. I reached up and stroked his big, furry head, clutching at him feverishly, my head tossing, my thighs quivering of their own accord. It wasn't much longer before I was feeling especially good. I just lay there and moaned softly, letting him do that to me, his mouth on my private parts, his tongue big and wet and soft and naturally very expert. It wasn't until he lifted his head and grunted at me, moving closer, his hips thrusting mindlessly at the empty air, that I got to actually see his penis. Although it was dark out, I could see the glistening tip in the moonlight. It looked so huge that I didn't believe I was seeing it correctly. Lifting my head I reached in between his legs with my right hand, supporting myself with my left, and touched it. It was huge; my hand could barely fit all the way around the thinnest part of it, and he was much, MUCH longer than Sandy was. He grunted excitedly as my fingers came in contact with it, gripping it, and he thrust into my hand, his penis slick and hot. I felt moisture ooze from the tip and over my fingers, and he started trying to mount me right there and then, his powerful legs pinning me to the ground. As much as I wanted to, I didn't think I could take this penis; it was just too big. But even so, I knew that if I didn't do anything for him, he would probably be really unmanageable; in fact, with a dog that big, I wasn't sure he wouldn't just try and take me, or even let me make it back home without nailing me, or grabbing my leg. "Mmmph," I said as I lifted my mouth up to his and he kissed me, his tongue moving over my lips and then into my mouth. My hand still on his penis, I tightened my grasp on it, knowing that that felt good for him. He whined and thrust against me, the base of his penis bulging and belling out within my grasp. I giggled and squeezed him tighter, happy to see that I was making him feel that special way. He growled and whuffed at me, his huge body shuddering in my grasp. It was then that I felt the first squirts of stuff from the tip. Lowering my head down so that I could see it, I realized that it must have been squirting from the time I put my hand all around it, my tee-shirt sporting several globs of whitish ooze, and as I stroked him more was coming out, and now it was getting all over my hands. I put my other hand up to the tip and touched it with my finger, the slick stuff spurting over my fingertip, and, still rubbing him, I lifted it up to my face to look at it closer under the pale moonlight. It was milky and sticky, and I wondered what it was good for. The air was now full of his ruttish, musky odor, and I just rubbed him until my hand got too tired, at which point I just held him tightly, and let him do all the thrusting, his organ spasming and quivering in my hand, the slick essence of rottweiler coming out in what seemed like endless squirts all over my fingers, my shirt, and the ground. Although his mouth had done so much for me already, I found myself wishing he was still licking me; as it was, I felt that desirous feeling growing again inside me, and as I worked him off with my hand I began fingering myself down there, wishing that I had been brave enough to try to take his penis. But even with my mind growing passionate, his massive thing in my hand, I was still somewhat scared of its size. The girth of just the tip was so much bigger than Sandy's, and the swollen bulge was frightening. He just kept spasming and tossing off everywhere, and I fondled my own thing. I rubbed him and myself with fascination, drinking in the thousand sensations that assailed me. The feel of his warm body partially over mine, his fur soft and nice, his breathing heavy and gasping, his doggy odor thick in the air; all of this, coupled with the unique sight of his penis squirting its stuff and the feel of my own hand on my privates was just enough to make me feel really, really good. He licked my cheek, his tongue big and wet, but I didn't take my eyes from his penis. With each thrust the tip was aimed differently than it had been the previous thrust, so each squirt went somewhere else; the bulge was pulsing and throbbing in my grasp, and I wondered how long he would last. Quite a while; he didn't stop for another five or six minutes, at least. With a final gruwf! his penis stopped spurting and his hips slowed. It slackened in my grasp, and then slid free, the length coated with his canine slime. When he was done he immediately turned over onto his back and leaned forward, sticking his head right into his own crotch. I watched, enthralled, as he started licking his own thing. Although I couldn't see it perfectly in the moonlight, it was much smaller, and looked very red, his huge, moist tongue smoothing over it again and again. I murmured, and he looked up at me. I leaned closer, my face nearing his, and I licked the tip of his penis. It was hot and salty, and he immediately licked my face and lips, his tongue salty, too. Leaning forward and supporting myself with my hands, I licked at him just as a girl dog would, my tongue coming out and smoothing over the side of his shrunken thing just as he had been doing moments ago. He grunted and licked my face while I licked his cock. It wasn't until I took the tip into my mouth and started to suck that he growled and pushed me away with his snout, nosing me down and off of him. I knew that he must want me to stop, so I did. Besides, I had no idea what he would do if he got angry with me. I put my panties back on and led him back to the house, leaving him in the front room just like I had found him. When I was going back to my room through the kitchen, Sandy came right up to me and acted extremely interested. "Hey Sandy," I said, patting him on the head. He let out a grunt and sniffed my hand, licking and snuffling my fingers, his nose and tongue wet and arousing on my palm. I giggled quietly, and then he started trying to stick his nose up under my skirt. "Not here," I whispered, and started trying to go back to my room. He followed me, snuffling and pushing at my privates the whole way, making it rather difficult to walk. Once we were in my room I locked the door and took off my panties, this time removing my skirt with them. He fell forward, sniffing and licking at his favorite place. Then he smelt the place on my tee shirt where the rottweiler's stuff had squirted, and he got really antsy, licking my shirt until it was wet with his spit. "Silly boy," I said, patting his head. He pawed at me, nearly pushing me over. I spread my legs and he started licking me there, right where I wanted it. I sat back on the bed and just let him do what he wanted, his tongue and mouth relieving my passions which had grown so during my service of the other dog. He licked and licked, his tongue stimulating me more and more, until I knew I had to have him in me again. Slipping down the bed until I was on the floor, I reached in between his legs and rubbed his already stiffening sheath. His cock sprang out into my hand, moist and stiff and ready for me. For no reason I could understand, I wished that I could let Sandy take me the way he normally had, while I could play with the rottweiler as I had before. I knew it was impossible, because they would probably fight over me, but I could always wish. Letting go of him, I turned over so that I could get partially back up onto the bed, my knees on the ground, laying on my stomach. He mounted me this way, covering me just as if I were a female dog. Clutching my waist passionately, he pressed his penis to me, the tip slipping up into my privates almost instantly. His chest was soft and warm as he pushed himself into me, his fur rubbing me pleasantly. With a whine, he pushed it all the way home, even the bulge, and then we were in business. He took me that way for a good half hour, turning around and stepping over my ass after the first couple of minutes or so, just as I had seen dogs do when they were together. Even though not as much of him was touching me this way, it felt really good, simply because with him facing away, so much tension was placed on his penis, which was all engorged inside me so that it couldn't come out. I was soon feeling that perfect way. Alone in my room with Sandy, I began fondling his shaggy hide and kissing his face, his bright blue, intelligent eyes on mine. He let out a whine and just lay back, happily relaxed. Pressing my face into his side, I sniffed his doggy odor, relishing it, my hand creeping further and further down his stomach... He knew exactly what I was doing, and with a soft moan he lifted his rear leg and shifted slightly, giving me freer access to his penis. Rubbing and squeezing the sheath with one hand, I quickly made him stiff. He gasped and I smiled as I began gently stroking his penis up and down its length, his slick, slimy flesh making it easy, and almost frictionless. The base started to bell out within my grasp, and I wondered whether I would have to swallow his whole thing. I didn't think I could, but it was worth the try. The more I thought about doing this, the more excited I got; I realized that what I would be doing for Sandy with my mouth was exactly equivalent to what he had done for me, and that really turned me on. Moving my face down until it was in the proper position, his penis was pointing right up at me. Without further ado, I kissed it, then took the tip into my mouth. He whined and shuddered, and I grinned and slid forward, supporting myself with my hands. I lowered my mouth all the way down, taking in several inches of his slick, salty shaft. He tasted musky and tangy, and very, very doggy. He tasted good. He whined in pleasure as I started moving my head up and down on him, moving him closer to that pleasure that he was already having. As I bobbed back and forth, I tasted a droplet of salt that oozed from the tip and onto my tongue. The bulge at the base was now fully swollen, but, try as I might, I was unable to lower my mouth all the way down his penis without gagging. I wondered if this was just something that would come with practice. Writhing beneath me, he started thrusting up into my mouth, trying to really work his penis at me. I knew that the bulge needed to be in something for him to feel really good, so I grabbed it with one hand and squeezed it tight. He let out a thin yelp and his penis went off right then, hot sticky salt gushing into my mouth. Wondering if I could increase the pace of his ejaculation, I sucked at him, really hard, applying pressure to his penis as though it were a straw and pulling my head back very slowly but firmly. He yelped and shuddered, and his penis veritably exploded into my mouth, his ooze filling my mouth and throat to the point where I couldn't swallow it all. I kept sucking him regardless, aware that some was undoubtedly dribbling down my chin. He kept pawing at my side, so I finally lifted myself over him, my knees on either side of his chest. It was then I felt his tongue touching me right there, in that very special place. His tongue on my privates and my mouth on his, we both just felt very, very good. It didn't take him very long to finish this way; I mean, it felt like it went on forever, but I knew it was shorter than the times he had actually just taken me in the correct fashion. He had been squirting into my mouth for some time when he gave his final yelp and his penis went soft in my grasp. I rubbed the still-oozing tip with my tongue as it became flaccid within my mouth's embrace. I gasped for breath as I took my mouth from it, feeling the sticky, glazed feeling around my mouth and down my chin. He had licked and licked at me, but I hadn't yet actually gotten to the best part. I was really close, though, so close that I was sweaty and flushed and panting as I got off of him, and the bed. While I put on some clothes, he licked at his much smaller, much redder organ, his expression weary and contented. I felt so jittery and excited that I could barely dress, my hands shaking and sweaty. I knew that I had learned something new today, and was very glad. After closing my door softly, I crept outside; the rottweiler looked up to me in anticipation, letting out a little gruff! of greeting. I felt as though the tension between my legs had just settled into a dull, steady throb; almost an ache. I unhitched his chain and led him back out into the same spot in the forest. He not only knew what was going to happen, but he could smell the other dog on me, and kept nosing at my crotch and stomach, making it difficult to walk. I finally broke into a run, and he followed, quickly catching me and trying to push me to the ground. I knew he was ready, and so was I. I got undressed, leaving nothing on but my shoes and tee shirt. He kept pawing at me, and trying to crawl over top of me. I could just see the tip of his organ sticking out of its sheath, his arousal evident in everything from the way he moved, to the way he licked my face, to his musky, sexual odor. I stroked his head, and he growled. "Want me?" I asked, and he let out a little bark. "all right then," I said, fishing the bottle of Vaseline out of my pant's pocket. I had brought it because, despite the strength of my desires, I knew it probably wouldn't be easy. I mean, he was so huge, easily close to twice as big as Sandy was, and that was pretty big for me. So even though I was more than wet enough down there that he shouldn't have any problems, I wanted to do him up with it, just in case. Opening the tin, I stuck two fingers in it and brought out a big dollop of the gooey, greasy stuff. Sliding lower, I finally managed to get beneath him so that I had direct access to his cock. I was once again amazed by the fantastic size of it, and while it made me kind of fearful, it made me really passionate, too; I didn't think he could hurt me with it; not seriously, anyway. I hoped not, because I really wanted him to do me just like Sandy did. Spreading the goop over the tip with my fingers, I then gripped his penis with my whole hand, and started smearing it back and forth, rubbing him carefully, much to his obvious delight. He shivered and growled above me. After he was well-covered with the stuff, I crawled out from beneath him and got on my hands and knees. With a little gruff! he moved right over me, hardly even mounting me, since he was so much larger than I, just kind of standing there above me. I could feel his penis poking at me from behind, and I planted myself firmly, awaiting his love. After a few moments of his violent but ineffectual thrusting, I realized that he was having problems finding the correct place. Supporting myself on my left hand, I reached back between my legs with my right, searching for his organ. I found it, and when I grabbed it, he grunted and thrust forward into my grasp. I led him forward and down, placing the tip right up into me, pushing it in slightly with my fingers... He bucked forward, forcing further penetration, and I gasped, more with the surprise and pleasure than discomfort. Although it had been tight getting him in at first, I guess he wasn't that painful to receive. It was then that he lowered his head to me and took the back of my neck and hair into his mouth and bit me. Not hard enough to break the skin or anything, but hard. I yelped, and, holding me immobile that way with his mouth, he began pushing the rest of his penis into me, his length sliding in without too much difficulty. I was in heaven, even though he was hurting me a little. Then the bulge hit. Growling through half-clenched teeth, he began rocking back and forth, and then, with a brutal, vicious buck, he rammed it into me. I had to close my mouth from screaming, and he bit me even harder, clamping his jaws firmly onto me as his body claimed mine. I felt the first hot gushes hit my insides, and wanted to faint with the pleasure. The rest of that night was spent in that joy of coupling; a blissful, delirious haze enveloped me and didn't seem to ever want to let me go. I was in love with this dog now, and never thought anything could feel as good as that. I wanted him to stay with me forever just so we could keep doing things like this always. His body hunched over mine, his body inside of mine, his body gripping mine....his body was mine. I clenched him tightly inside, his bloated maleness an incredibly tight fit, his essence gushing endlessly into me, his whines and yelps as he bit at my neck delicious in my ears. For some reason he didn't seem to want to turn around like Sandy did. I didn't mind. When I came to, he was no longer on me, and I was on the ground. I lifted my head and saw him not a few feet away, sprawled out on the ground, watching me. The first thing that I realized was sore was my neck. So was everything else, my thighs and the place in between my legs sopping wet with his moisture. It was of the prettiest woman I had ever seen; she had long, black hair, blue eyes, a slim, perfect body, huge breasts and hips, and a smooth, innocent face. She was alone, except for a very big German Shepherd.She was naked, and she leaned down and kissed him on the snout."Ohh, Baby," she said, stroking his face and head. "make me happy."She then sat down on a low, stool-like chair, spreading her legs for him. He immediately stuck his head in between them, doing to her just what Sandy did to me with his big, smooth tongue, his snout poking and licking and sniffing and kissing...I was terribly, terribly aroused by watching this, knowing what it was she was feeling as it happened, and now knowing what it looked like when Sandy did it to me.She let him lick her for only a minute or so, and I knew that the only reason she made him stop was because she was being filmed, for there wasn't a woman on earth who wouldn't have simply let him continue doing that to them for as long as he liked, the only reasons to stop being either the dog's growing unmanageability or soreness from coming so much."Good doggie," she crooned, stroking his head and kissing him on the nose and mouth, letting him lick her mouth just as he had her cunt. Sandy had put his head back in my lap, and was nuzzling it excitedly, probably smelling the odor of my wetness inside. I groaned, but let him continue, letting my need grow and grow. She was now all over him, kissing his neck and the sides of his face, rubbing her hands all over his body. Putting one hand down her own crotch, she rubbed herself there a moment, then put those fingers up to his muzzle. He licked her animatedly, his big, strong tongue flipping all over her hand, lapping up every bit of juice. I watched her face as he did this: she was in ecstasy.After he had licked her hand clean, she rubbed her fingers there again, still not letting him put his nose back down where he wanted to, keeping her thighs firmly closed. This time she took her juice-moistened fingers and rubbed them on each nipple, his snout immediately going to her huge breasts. She groaned and leaned back as he licked and licked at her nipples, slowly covering her whole breasts with his tongue, using broad, slathering strokes.She now got off the low stool, moving further and further forward, until she was laying back completely, using the large, padded stool to cushion her head with. Once she was prone on the ground, the dog moved over her, just the first three inches or so of his thing sticking out of his sheath, all hot and moist and pink.Her mouth in an O of delight, she reached forward and cradled the tip of his shaft in her right hand, rubbing it gently with her fingers. His ears folded back immediately, which meant he thought he was about to enter her, I knew. She crooned happily to him, calling him good, and big, and sweet, while fondling his dick in her hand, making it grow larger and larger, even the bulge beginning to swell, it along with the last half of his cock still ensheathed. She moved her hand back, began fondling his big, furred balls the same way, still crooning to him. He looked as if he were about to start thrusting, his hips quivering, his legs planted apart in readiness.Drawing him forward with her hands, she managed to coax him further over her, his penis extruding further from its protective sheath. All of it but the bulge was now out, and once he was completely over the low stool and much closer to her face, she began using both hands on him, rubbing, squeezing, gently twisting, even. He merely grunted and whined, and then, she did it: leaning her head forward, she took the very tip of his thing in her mouth and kissed it, rubbing her tongue over the tiny point it came to.He whined and thrust forward once, the bulge popping out of the sheath at last. She smiled and laughed triumphantly, having succeeded in arousing the dog to where she wanted him.Leaning her head back, she began lightly running her fingers over the bulge, teasing it into swelling further, her tongue occasionally coming out to touch the tip of his cock. He arched his back, began trying to hump her just like Sandy humped me, his body hunched, his hips jackhammering me into oblivion.I whimpered when I saw the first trickle of semen escape the bevel-pointed tip of the shepherd's cock, the tiny driblet landing right between her breasts. She didn't seem to notice, still intent upon arousing him further.It wasn't until he began actively thrusting that she placed her hand gently behind the knob at the base and squeezed him. He whined and pumped frantically at her, trying to gain the entry he surely thought was there, but she let go of him. He crawled forward, trying to insert his thing directly into her face, but she wouldn't let him, teasing and tickling his thing instead.I don't know why she was being so cruel to him, but the next thing she did was reach forward and grab him right behind the bulge, tightly, then let go. His cock swelled further and he ejaculated several quick squirts, some of which went on her chin, some on her chest, and she smiled and laughed at him. His hips were now thrusting desperately at her, but she just kept toying with him.Sliding up further so that his thing was aimed right at her breasts, she did the same thing again, grabbing him tightly, then letting go. Leaking another couple of driblets of semen, she let it go all over her right breast; after a moment, she did the same thing to him, this time letting it go on the left one. Running her fingers quickly down the length of his organ, she slid forward, taking his thing into her mouth and sucking him, once again gripping the bulge, this time squeezing it twice. He yelped happily, his hips thrusting, but she let him go and slid sinuously out from under him.She got up on her knees, her lips curled up in a mischievous but benevolent smile, she patted him on the head, and he whined and pressed himself to her in his excitement, pawing at her thigh, snuffling and then licking up his own juices from her breasts. She closed her eyes, her face briefly contorted in an ecstasy I was all too familiar with when he did this, his great big tongue playing lovingly over her huge nipples. When they were clean he leaned up and licked her face, and she returned his affections, both of them kissing this way. I knew she had to be aroused, and his desire was obvious, his cock completely exposed, the shaft stiff, the knob at the base bright red.Grinning, her face and breasts shiny with his saliva, she turned about and leaned over the low stool. He sniffed once, quickly at her cunt before hopping up on her, his cock poking forcefully at her rear, the pointed tip seeking ingress. She groaned and lifted her head, her nose and chin poised delicately in the air, as if waiting to savor the exact moment when penetration was achieved, sniffing it out.She didn't have long to wait, for he seemed to know what to do, probing forward right between her legs with his maleness. Despite the camera angle's chosen side-view, I was able to tell the very moment when his cock touched her there, her mouth opening in an AH of pleasure, and then he whined, several inches of the shaft disappearing into her. He clutched her tighter, readying himself for his next thrust.Pushing it even further into her, he finally managed to press the bulge flush with her cunt; it was already swollen, due to her earlier teasings, but he was determined to push it in anyway. I could tell his orgasm was already begun by the way his ears were folded back, his eyes closed, an occasional drop of white goo oozing from their conjoined organs.Using his muscular hips, he drove it into her, and she groaned, biting her lower lip as he did. Once inside her, he started to really jackhammer her, his back arched tightly as he truly fucked her with his hips, his whole body hunched over her ass and pelvis, their bodies now joined at their most intimate spots. She gasped and lowered her head, her long, luxurious black hair concealing her face for a moment."Oh fuck," I said, spreading my legs just enough to remove my now-soaked panties. Sandy jumped off the couch to investigate, and sniffed the discarded panties with great delight, immediately moving to the source of the their odor after a cursory sniff and taste. I opened my legs for him, but left my skirt down to my knees, letting him put his head up there so I couldn't see what he was doing, more interested in watching the TV. He got as much up under the skirt as he could, but could only fit just his forequarters, his big head and legs out of my sight, but most definitely there, his big, smooth tongue hungrily licking me there, over and over....My eyes closed in bliss, I opened them to realize that the scene had changed; the dog must have completed his orgasm, and she was now in the same room, though this time she wore silk panties and a T-shirt. The German Shepherd was no longer there, two big husky-like dogs in his place. Perhaps they were malamutes."You're just sooo pretty," she crooned to one, the other sitting just a few feet away, seated comfortably on the ground, his tongue hanging out while his companion received all the attention. She kept crooning to him and stroking him, petting him, running her hands all over his big, furry body, her white T-shirt and red silk panties contrasting strangely with the gray, black and white of his fur. It wasn't long before she was kissing him on the nose and letting him kiss her on the mouth with his great big tongue, his interest clearly aroused.Her hands were soon nearing that place of ultimate desire, his crotch, his organ of maleness concealed in a sheath that wasn't much of a concealment, the long, furred tube pendulous and highly visible. Once her fingers touched it, the tip predictably emerged, all red and slick and nice. She murmured, and I wondered what it was he was thinking about when watching these videos.Sandy was still licking me fervently, his tongue going over and over me, and I began to moan and shudder, but kept my eyes open, desperate to watch the rest of this video.The big malamutes watching her carefully, the woman now removed her T-shirt to expose her huge breasts. Both of the dogs rushed her at this point, both of them nosing and snuffling at her, as if this had been some kind of cue they were familiar with. I wondered how often she had done this with them before, or how often they had done this with women..."No, no," she said sweetly to the second one, pushing him back in favor of the first. Still grasping the sheath of his cock, she squeezed it gently, while the other watched and whined. "Oh, wait your turn," she told him, and he sat back to watch them, just the tip of his penis visible from his thick, furred sheath.Leading the first by his cock, she leaned back farther and farther, finally reclining her head against a tall heap of pillows that were there for that purpose. Her head now just about level with his crotch, she kept leading him closer, tugging, squeezing, enticing him with her loving fingers. He came forward, doing just what she wanted, his partially extruded prick now mere inches from her face, only the most rapturous look upon it as she regarded the stiff tip of his sex, barely thickened by desire, but starting to be. I wondered if she was going to do the same thing to him she had to the German Shepherd, teasing him until he was out of control, only planning to let him mount her after his cock was literally dripping with come.I groaned and cried, spreading my legs wider for Sandy as he licked me unceasingly, his tireless tongue providing me with so much pleasure. I wasn't sure if I should shut my legs to him so I could continue watching the movie, or whether I should just turn it off for now so I could let him make me come.I finally chose the latter, unable to tear myself away from his beautifully soft, warm mouth, his tongue just making me feel better and better. Pausing the screen, I opened my eyes and looked at it just as I came, the last thing before my eyes the shot of this woman with a dog's cock in her hand, mere inches from her open mouth, her eyes wide and bright.I let him eat me for another minute, bringing me to several orgasms in quick succession, then closed my legs to him, my crotch still tingly and wet with desire, without any soreness at all. I was hungry now, but the only thing I could think of was to make my appetite worse before satisfying it.After closing my legs to him, I urged him up onto the couch, which he did, but only reluctantly. I could see that his thing was hardened in its sheath, and knew he was desirous, too. That was okay. He could wait.I hit play, the woman and dog going back into action. His cock perilously near her face, she began to rub his sheath more carefully, pushing it back further each time until finally it was back right up against the semi-erect bulge at the base. Then, one hand on his balls, fondling and caressing them, she used the other to hold his penis, gently grasping the shaft in the middle between her thumb and two fingers, holding it still for what she was just about to do. Craning her neck forward a little, she licked the pointed tip with her tongue, just lightly grazing it, gently, oh-so-gently licking his privates just as he would hers. She did this once, then let her head fall back, his crotch lunging forward in search of the softness it had just felt. She was smiling, and licked his cock again as it neared.The dog whined, and she licked him again; and again, her tongue curling erotically around the tip of his organ, rubbing it, lapping and stimulating the bevel-pointed ending, her red flesh meeting his with maximum delight for all concerned.Her hands barely touching his cock at all, the sheath slid back of its own accord, exposing the bulge to view. She fingered it lovingly, rubbing and squeezing it once, very gently.It was at this point that the dog thrust forward, hard, trying to drive it into her face. He succeeded, her open mouth receiving him without any difficulty at all, all the way up to the bulge. This she restrained with her hand, now clamping it tightly around its periphery, her fingers clenched on him so tightly that he cried out and began to thrust, hunching over her and violently hammering her face with his cock, his furry balls swinging back and forth. I saw both the deliriously joyful look on her face and the trickle of his watery semen oozing out of her mouth and down her chin.The first malamute now happily ensconced inside her body, his cock tossing off right into her mouth, the other one approached, curious and doubtlessly aroused by their performance. The camera closed in on him as he sniffed her crotch, his nose leaving little moist spots on the red silk of her panties.I groaned with delight just to watch the dog as his nosings in her crotch became more and more purposeful, managing to push the panties aside, his tongue moving inside of them, smoothing over her crotch. She shuddered and whimpered from deep in her throat, obviously enjoying his attentions.The first dog was a sight to behold: hunched over her face, his cock in her mouth, her hand around the swollen bulge, he was tossing off repeatedly into her, and she was swallowing most of it, apparently, only a thin trickle of his thin, watery semen trailing down her chin. The second dog was eating her out, her whole body quivering whenever he caused her any extra-pleasant sensations.Her hand still clenched around the knob at the base of the first one's cock, she did something I never would have thought I would see: someone who was capable of deepthroating a dog. Opening her mouth wider than I would have thought possible, she sucked in the bulge, his entire cock now in her mouth. Both hands free, she then reached down and tried sliding her panties off, spreading her legs and wriggling them to do so, now giving the second dog complete access to her crotch. I was unsurprised when he began to lick it very thoroughly, his tongue long and flat and smooth, her whole crotch soon glistening with his saliva. It was then that she accomplished something I had only dreamt about.The first dog still jerking and squirting into her face, his eyes closed, ears back, the other dog tried to mount her, his cock partially extruded, his pelvis about a foot above hers. She murmured, watching his approach, spreading her legs and lifting her knees for him. He moved between them, and then, squatting down as if it were no trouble at all, he began probing for her cunt with just the tip of his cock.His pelvis hunched over in that unnatural fashion, he located what he was seeking: her eyes widened and she shuddered when the tip entered her. His cock was fair sized, at least as large as the other two dogs I had seen in this movie so far. As more of him went into her, the sheath retracted further and further, revealing the beginning bulge at the base for only a moment before it was swallowed up in her cunt, his forelegs carefully clutching her midriff, his crotch now pressed amorously to hers.He started pumping frantically away at her, his hips going like clockwork, and she groaned. The first dog was still nowhere near done, and she was now physically committed to the second dog, to boot.Spreading my legs with a groan, I opened myself up to Sandy. After a cursory sniff at the air he jumped up and immediately stuck his snout between my legs. Oh God, I was thinking, imagine sucking a dog off and getting laid by one at the same time...I was able to climax twice just by thinking about that, Sandy's tongue moist and welcome on my privates. I had been watching the video whenever I could manage to open my eyes, but had only caught various scenes, and when I next was able to focus my attention on the TV (after pushing the dog away again), there was something different going on.This part of the movie passed faster than the first parts; first, it showed the same woman with (presumably) the same two German Shepherds again in the same room, though I knew some amount of time must have passed, simply because it usually took males a little while to recuperate.One of the dogs was laying on his back on the bed, sideways to her. She was right up against the bed, leaning over it and him, his crotch nearest her. While I watched, she began stroking and caressing his sheath and balls; predictably, his penis soon emerged. The look on her face one of purest ecstasy, she took the tip in her mouth and worked her head up and down on it for a few moments, then withdrew, still hovering near it, but now working it off with her hands. The dog didn't seem to care how she did it, just as long as she did it, his thrusts against her equal whether in mouth or hand. She just kept playing with him, applying her mouth to the tip or the bulge, then rubbing him some more. His cock was long and red, his flesh obviously stiffened by her touches. She clamped her hand around the bulge and began jerking him off, and that was when he started to come.A look of triumphant pleasure on her face, she sat there, inches away, his cock squirting straight up into the air, his semen jetting out and all over everything: his stomach, his fur, her face, even in her hair, the clear globules spattering in the strands of black. She leaned down and put her mouth to him, sucked for a few moments, then backed off, letting the pulsations of semen land where they might.While this was occurring, the second dog had approached her from behind and was trying to mount her rear. He succeeded, but with one twist which the video camera caught and displayed to the fullest. Instead of entering her the correct way, the tip of his penis went up her ass. She cried out, turning back and scolding him, but by then he was already clenching her waist and jackhammering into her, the rest of the shaft slipping in, then, with another thrust, the bulge. She cried out in unfeigned pain, her expression contorted, but then, feeling the swelling of the bulge, she resigned herself to the unavoidable, and went back to sucking off the first dog, his cock still ejaculating, his semen going everywhere now, all over her face, in her hair, on the bed, on his own stomach...The second dog was in heaven, and was humping her ass as if it was the best thing in the world, his mouth open, his ears back and eyes closed in bliss. His whole body shivering, I could tell he was ejaculating, and wondered to myself what it would feel like to take Sandy that way. I resolved to try it sometime, just for fun. But not now: he wasn't good more than twice a day, and I wanted him in my cunt both times.Her face directly over the first dog's spurting cock, she continued clutching him with both hands, one around the base, the other on the shaft, her open mouth right above the tip. Holding him firmly, she had positioned the tip of his thing right next to her tongue and open mouth, and as I watched, groaning, I saw squirt after squirt land right on her tongue, which she was now rubbing against the tip of his cock.I lifted my skirt so that I might also watch Sandy as he ate me out, his big, smooth tongue rubbing and rubbing against me right there. I thought I was about to die.Floating in that haze between orgasms, I saw that the girl was done with this particular game between these two dogs, and now had a new partner.Using the remote to back it up, I gasped with astonishment, unable to believe my eyes.I didn't know what kind of dog it was she had with her; the only thing I could say for certain was that he was undeniably the biggest dog I had ever seen in my entire life.Easily standing just under four feet at the shoulder, he looked very wolfish, with a long snout, pricked ears, and a big tail. His muzzle was almost completely black, though, along with his ears, and his paws, the rest of him being either gray or brown, making him look kind of like a cross between a wolf and a German Shepherd. He was as tall as a wolfhound, or a Great Dane, but his head and body were as stocky as a mastiff's, or a rottweiler's. He was truly a fearsome beast, merely due to his fantastic size; he must have weighed somewhere between two and three hundred pounds!This scene was taking place in a big bedroom, one much larger than the previous one. It was luxurious, and full of furniture, but the most prominent piece was the huge bed with gray satin sheets on it, the bed only about two feet off the ground. She was leading him into the room on a leash, a big choke chain around his neck, his tongue lolling. God, even his tongue was huge!She was fully dressed when she came in, but wasted no time at all in getting down to business. Unhitching his leash but leaving the chain on, she began patting and rubbing his head just as one would any dog, her affections entirely normal, still. But then she lifted her T-shirt off, exposing her giant breasts to view, and the dog began prancing eagerly. She smiled at him, crooning softly, and sat down on the edge of the bed.He stuck his snout between her legs immediately, but she still wore her shorts, and she reached down and stroked his head, rolling it playfully with her hands."Gooood doggie," she crooned, pouting at him, and he barked at her, his voice deep and masculine. "Oooohhh," she said, stroking his furred brow. She was leaning closer as she did this, and he lifted his head, sniffing first at her breasts, then at her right armpit. She laughed as he stuck his cold nose right into it, but let him do it, his muzzle and face so large that his big, black nose fit almost perfectly there, in the niche between her arm and her body. She backed away from him, but he kept trying to nose at her, following her with his snout, his mouth open, tongue lolling.I caught a glimpse of the things between his rear legs just for a moment before they were turned from my view again. The furred sheath which housed his organ of generation was gigantic; I had never seen it's like. It was easily twice the size of the previous dog's, and was about as thick around as my wrist. His balls were huge, pendulous sacks covered with thick, dense fur, each one a comfortable ha |
