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I told Amber about the Sasquatch dream when I went down to stay with her over Christmas. It had been a great day, pony-carting in Henry Gresham's woods with me stark naked despite the cool, damp weather. What with pulling the cart and the application of Amber's riding whip to my bottom I managed to keep fairly warm, but was still in need of a hot drink when we got inside. Henry made mulled wine and we sat down around a blazing fire, the three of us and Rasputin. Rasputin was a mongrel, half Old English Sheepdog and half Giant Poodle, enormous, very shaggy, black, old and placid. We had let him run alongside the pony-cart all afternoon, which had added a certain subtle something to the fantasy, so that I'd even asked for him not to be taken away when I'd given Amber and Henry oral sex at the end of the pony-carting session.I'd taken off my harness but hadn't bothered to dress, just slipping an old bathrobe of Henry's over my nakedness. It was far too big for me, but warm and soft, making me think of fur and comfort. I told the Sasquatch story as we sipped wine together, Henry smiling and Amber giving the occasional chuckle. She called me a slut at the end and said I was lucky they didn't hire out gorillas at the zoo or she'd give me to one to teach me a lesson. Henry suggested that the gorilla might not be interested because I wasn't black and hairy, which started off a discussion about sexual responses in both humans and other animals.Ethology isn't my speciality, but I knew enough to correct their misapprehensions and was soon explaining how animals respond to visual stimuli. Henry listened, but Amber chose to argue and we were soon in a heated and very strange debate. Her premise was that mammals at least were sufficiently intelligent to recognise their own species and therefore would only mate with an obviously conspecific partner, arguing that it was the same as males fighting for territory only with others of their species.'No, no,' I responded, 'that sort of behavioural response can be triggered by a simple cue, visual, or olfactory, or whatever. You must have read Tinbergen's experiments on the subject? No? Well, basically he showed that a specific cue triggers a specific response, so that a male stickleback with a red breast will attack anything red, even a post-office van it can see through the glass of the tank. There was another case where a red Anolis lizard attacked a camper's bowl of tomato soup. It's the same with humans, after all, males find any plump, bifurcate flesh sexually arousing, be it an actual vulva, a bottom, breasts, a mouth. There's even an argument that human breasts evolved to compensate for the concealment of the vulva in our bipedal stance.''What about guys who're into toes, or hair, or shoes?' Amber demanded. 'What about pony-carting for that matter?''Toes are plump, fleshy and bifurcate,' I answered, 'even if there are five on each foot. As to hair, that's probably related to the evolutionary pressure to find a healthy partner, or it could be a conditioned reflex, like Pavlov's dogs. Most fetishes are conditioned reflexes, certainly shoe fetishism or any object related fetish. Pony-carting's more complicated, although for the driver having a naked bottom right in your face makes for a pretty primitive sexual response, I'd say.''Sure, but I still say most animals, mammals anyway, are too bright to be fooled. What about this afternoon? After you'd finished you were sitting there with you're pussy wide open. Why didn't Rasputin try to mount you?''Because I was in the wrong position and so giving the wrong visual cues. In fact that proves my point. His cock was hard, wasn't it, probably from my pussy scent, but he didn't try it because I was sitting, which isn't a natural position for a dog. If I'd been kneeling he'd have tried it.''Come on, Rasputin's not stupid. He knows the difference between a human and a dog, in any position.''No, sitting I gave the wrong cues. Kneeling I'd have given the right ones. Look, I'll prove it.'I was pretty worked up, after all I was a professional zoologist and she was a saddler. I was feeling naughty too, and quite liked the idea of getting in a mounting position for a dog, even if only for a moment. I was safe anyway. I had Henry's robe on and Rasputin was twelve, and the laziest dog I'd ever met, so all I expected was a twitch of interest, enough to bear my theory out. Once he'd shown willing I could have got up, enjoyed the naughty feeling of having offered myself to a dog but not actually had to take him inside me. That was what I intended. Rasputin had other ideas.He took me completely by surprise. One moment he was on the hearth rug, barely awake, and the next he had bounced up and onto my back. Even then I'd have got away with no more than a shock, but by bad luck the stub of his cock caught my robe and up it went, baring my pussy to him. He shoved and in it went, right up my sopping hole before I could do a thing about it. I'm small and light, and for all his age he was a big strong dog. That's my story anyway, ignoring the fact that the mixture of being a pony-girl and Henry's mulled wine had dulled what few inhibitions I have and slowed my reflexes. Either way, I got humped.It's easy to say I should have struggled, fought him off and been really devastated by what had happened, but it wasn't like that. I'd been being played with all day, and I hadn't come, and now there was a long, hot cock in my pussy and a male on my back. I love being submissive and I love being rude, and it doesn't come much more submissive or much ruder than having a dog mount me. Also I didn't expect him to take more than a moment, which shows how much I know about dogs.Amber gasped and Henry snapped out an angry command as the dog began to fuck me. Rasputin took no notice whatever, panting and humping away merrily inside me. I think Henry guessed that I actually wanted it, at least for a bit, and intended to pull Rasputin off so that I could get the experience but didn't have to endure the full shame of having willing submitted to doggie sex. He was right, besides which, Rasputin was such a nice dog, and he was in me, so it was done and it was only fair to let him finish now he'd got me. Unfortunately Henry hesitated just that bit too long.It was only when I felt Rasputin's cock begin to expand inside me that I remembered the way the base of dog's penis swells to a fleshy knot. By then it was too late, his knot had swollen in my pussy and I was caught, his to hump for just as long as he wished. All I could do was get as comfortable as possible underneath him and let him do it, while my girlfriend and a much older man watched me.I tried not to enjoy it, I really did. It wasn't possible. Rasputin felt warm and furry on my back and against my bum, really nice, while his paws were squeezed gently to either side of my waist, as if I was held tenderly by a lover. His cock was hot too, hotter than a man's because of his higher body temperature, and it felt good. Worst of all was the motion in my pussy, a constant pumping with the mouth of my vagina stretched tight around his knot. I wanted to reach back, to touch myself, to make myself come over the exquisitely dirty sensation of having a dog fuck me, over how wanton I'd been to let him in me, over how rude I must look with him humping away on my backAmber was biting her lip, Henry looked doubtful and still had his hand stretched out as if to take Rasputin's scruff. I met Henry's eyes and gave my head a shake, my final submission to not only allowing Rasputin to fuck me but taking pleasure in it. With a sigh of despair mingled with relief I began to masturbate.I just couldn't help it. He had a good seven inches, and all of it was in me. His knot was pushing on my clitty from behind and bringing her into prominence. It was just so easy, with all the dirty thoughts of what I was doing swirling in my mind and that constant movement in my pussy, while all the time my clitty was straining and desperate to be touched.Amber and Henry understood, I think, and they let me do it, watching me masturbate while I was fucked by the dog. I really concentrated as my orgasm built, knowing I'd probably never do anything so dirty again and determined to get the best of it. A dog was on my back, a big, shaggy, black mongrel, with his fur tickling my bottom and down between my cheeks, with his paws squeezing my waist, and best of all with his cock nestled deep in my pussy, swollen and locked in place, pumping and pumping and pumping as I frigged off. I didn't even have the privilege of being alone in my shame either, but was being watched, watched by the dog's master and by my girlfriend as I was humped into ecstasy. My clitty was burning under my fingers, rocking with the motion of Rasputin's pushes, bumping on my finger as I was fucked, as a dog fucked me, me, a girl, a human girl...I came, screaming as it hit me and then biting the carpet and hammering my fists and feet on the floor in a frenzy of ecstasy and shame as the orgasm rose up and burst in head. I could feel everything, his fur on my back and on my bum, his paws in the soft flesh of my waist, his knot in my pussy, all of it blending into one delicious, filthy experience as I came and came, until finally it began to die.Rasputin took no notice whatever, but carried on humping my bottom. He was panting and slobbering over my neck as he rode me. If I'd been able I would have stopped it, had a shower and a cuddle with Amber, then enjoyed the memory of what I'd done and the dirty secret the three, no, four, of us would have shared. I couldn't stop. Rasputin and I were knotted and all I could do was let nature take her course.It took thirty-five minutes. The worst was immediately after my first orgasm, when I felt guilty and uncomfortable. That lasted until Amber made me giggle by telling Rasputin to get a move on. She handled it perfectly, as she always does, telling me she had loved watching me come under him and asking if I could do it again. I did, and once more, until I was sprawled flat on the rug with Rasputin sat up on my bum, still humping merrily away as I felt my sore pussy and whimpered out my emotion into the floor.By then Henry had his cock out, protruding from his fly, a fat, pink bar of male flesh which Amber was working up and down with her free hand as she stroked her pussy down her jodhpurs. There was an oval shape where she had made them wet with her juice, and I was watching it move and glisten as her fingers worked. Rasputin kept up the good work, fucking me on and on with only the occasional pause, his knot still tight in my vagina. Both Amber and Henry had their eyes locked on where his hairy belly was slapping against the upturned cheeks of my bum as he fucked me. Both were close to orgasm.My senses were swimming, my head as full of dog's cock as my body, and my fingers began to work at my pussy again, teasing my sore, out thrust clitty as I watched my friends get off on me being mounted by a dog. Dogs don't come like men, and I knew I'd already be full of Rasputin's sperm, which made the whole thing even dirtier as I slowly started the climb to my fourth orgasm. I was even wondering how it would feel up my bum, and whether my anus could taker the swollen knot, or what it would taste like in my mouth as I sucked like the little slut I am, revelling in the feel of a dog's penis in my body, my pussy, my mouth, my anus.Henry came first, his great fat cock erupting to spray sperm over Amber's hand, the floor and my hair. Amber had been frigging furiously, her fingers jerking in the gusset of her jodhpurs, her eyes locked on the huge black dog mounted up on my bottom. As he came in her hand she started herself, crying my name and calling me beautiful, and dirty, and sweet, and a slut. He had finished and her hand was running sperm. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them, tasting the come as she rode her orgasm, perhaps imagining that it was her pretty mouth and not my pussy in which the big, black dog had his penis pushing in and out.Suddenly Rasputin quickened, perhaps scenting Amber's pussy in the air. His belly began to slap harder on my bottom and his cock was really pounding in my pussy, in and out, the shaft moving in the locked knot. My clitty was bumping with the motion, my bottom cheeks wobbling, his hair tickling my spread anus, my fingers catching and patting at my vulva. I came, the fourth orgasm, long and sweet with my mind full of me, kneeling, jumped by a dog and fucked, squatted on, fucked with a dog's knot swollen in my cunt, trapped, with my girlfriend watching me fucked by a dog, doggie fucked...I screamed as I came, calling Rasputin's name and then Amber's in a long wail of ecstasy, wave after wave of pleasure flooding through me until I was close to blacking out. Rasputin never stopped, fucking and fucking away on me as I writhed and squirmed beneath him, squeezing my pussy on his fat knot and kicking and beating at the carpet. Even when I'd finished he kept going, but it was too much, and I found myself panting out my need to stop to Amber. It was Henry who answered, calmly getting to his feet, returning his cock to his trousers, informing me that he was going to fetch a bucket of cold water and asking if I could manage to crawl through into the scullery to save the rug. This post has been edited by jblond on May 24 2005, 10:45 AM

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