| My wife and I live in fairly remote Colorado, are in our early 50’s and are enjoying our early retirement. My wife was raised quite prudish I suppose you would say, and so while our sex life grew, it was never much of a priority for her. Beautiful person, just could live without sex. As a university student I had been to Tijuana and while touring the town on a Saturday night had been approached and asked if we wanted “to see a donkey screw a girl”. I guess us guys were somewhat prudish then too or something but we declined, but that experience and the question about seeing “a donkey screw a girl” never left my psyche. So I guess it was about a year ago, after retiring up here that I stumbled across Beastforum. I have been very taken especially by the pictures of so many women being taken by animals but really like the dog ones, where he, the dog is the active deliverer of his seed. I think too, fascinated by ladies who genuinely seem to enjoy it and participate so willingly. I guess I have dog envy.When I first found this site I showed my wife a few of the pictures and her reaction was not good. Shut me down like a cold draft off the nearby mountains. But I sort of persisted and tried to find out was there an experience she had as a youngster where a dog had tried to have his way with her that she just doesn’t have much of a fondness for dogs generally? She “didn’t think so” but her reaction still leaves me wondering. Over time I did get her to look at a little clip and again while she at least feigned repulsion, when we did have sex later that evening I found her quite well lubricated and smiled to myself.And then enter Woodrow Wilson. One day this last late spring, early summer who came trotting up our lane to adopt us, but this very fine, quite nice looking dog. I would guess he is about 3 years old, part collie maybe and part mastiff or something like that. Very friendly, very much looking to adopt a family. We are not sure where he came from, think probably somebody just dropped him off up by the highway. Maybe he got too big for them so they brought him way out here and dropped him off. Dumb idea but we are now the benefactors of their dumbness. I must say I was quite thrilled to see he was all male and not neutered and that he seemed to make friends with us, especially my wife Monica so quickly. But Monica must have been reading my mind because she let me know quite early on that I was not to get any ideas of her having sex with him – and I needed to stay away from Beastforum.Well curiosity was killing me, and though Woodrow Wilson, that is what we named him, and don’t ask us why, but we call him Woody for short though more often that is me calling him that, Monica calls him Woodrow. Well curiosity was getting to me and so one day when my wife had gone into town to get groceries and the mail, I took her soiled panties from the clothes hamper and gave them to Woody to sniff. He took a sniff and immediately I noticed him go to alert and get rather excited. Seemed like he couldn’t get enough of the smell and I did notice some pink showing from his sheath. But the poor guy couldn’t figure out what to do with just a pair of panties. Not that I blame him, kind of a weird deal I would think. But over the next couple of weeks I took to letting him sniff more of Monica’s panties and I noticed he seemed to get more and more interested. I also noticed he did get more and more friendly with Monica, but I would have to categorize it as quite polite nuzzling and sniffing.One thing we really enjoy up here is the beautiful landscapes and both Monica and I enjoy going for walks or short hikes. There is an old road that goes on up toward the mountains but is so seldom used and then just by forestry people. On one side of the road there is mostly forest and the other is open plain so we have lots of choices where to hike. We usually walk or hike together but there are times I get involved in my woodworking shop and Monica will go by herself. And now since Woody came into our lives, I was much less concerned with her going by herself. So one day about 6 – 9 weeks ago she was wanting to go for a walk and I was in the shop so I said “take Woody and go”. I got engrossed in my work and then suddenly realized that a couple of hours must have gone by at least and they hadn’t come back. I will tell you a little terror went through me because where could they be, I would hardly have a clue to know where to start looking, I hadn’t even paid any attention to the direction they had headed out. I just started up our lane when who should come around the corner but Woody trotting to meet me. But what a sight, he had a red pair of panties in his mouth, the same ones I had seen Monica put on that morning. When he met me, he dropped them in the grass, came to be greeted then went back to sniff them and then he rolled on top of them like as if he just couldn’t get enough of them. When he rolled I noticed he had a fair bit of pink showing from his sheath, but noticed that there seemed to be a fair bit of dampness around his penis. But I still hadn’t seen Monica and so was still not that assured she was OK. We, Woody and I headed back up the lane to the forestry road to look. Woody had left the panties by the lane and joined me in my search. And we really didn’t get that far and around a little bend saw Monica coming. Woody spied her and ran to greet her and I couldn’t help but notice he buried his nose in her crotch and seemed to be checking her out, then took a light hold on her skirt as if he were bringing Monica to me. But there did seem to be a bit of an air as if he now owned Monica. Monica was very flushed and her legs seemed wobbly and her voice wasn’t that strong. I asked her if she was all right but with what I figured was a somewhat nervous but haughty response said she was just fine, was there something wrong with me? So I said “Well you have been gone for a long time and I was getting worried.” Well she tried to act all innocent and “what was there to worry about” and she was “just fine” and had had a great hike and seen sights further than we had gone before and all that. And just kept walking towards home like nothing was wrong. I asked her if she had lost anything on the hike and Monica gave me sort of a worried look gave a sharp “No”, she hadn’t taken anything along to lose. So I decided to just play along and as we walked back just asked more about the “sights” she had seen. I sort of figured she was making quite a bit up but let her go on with her tale. I also noticed once when I dropped a bit behind her that her skirt had quite a damp area just below her ass. But the coup de gras was when we turned to go down the lane to our place. Woodrow took off. I figured he was going for them and couldn’t wait to see Monica’s reaction. Sure enough he went straight for the place he had dropped her red panties, we could see him sniff something and then he picked them up and came trotting back to meet us.Monica went crimson, and I chuckled a little and then she began to cry. She said something terrible had happened to her. I patted her and pulled her into my arms and told her not to worry that I think I have a pretty good idea what happened and that I still loved her, maybe even more. So I told her to tell me what had happened. She pulled away some, gave me another sharp look but still with guilt all over her face. She then told me this story.They, Woodrow and her had hiked fairly deep into the forest, there is small creek back in there and we often go and sit on the bank and wait to see if there are any wildlife. She said she had laid back on the bank and must have fallen asleep. Sounded to me like she was still making some of this up, but I let her go on. Said she had her knees up and had dozed off to awaken to feel something nuzzling her crotch and that something was Woodrow. She said that she had told him to cut it out and leave her alone but he just ignored her. That when she tried to get up he let out a growl (very unlike him) and gave her a push to sit back down. That he really had scared her and that she thought we would have to get rid of him she couldn’t trust him anymore and he was just too big and strong and what if he really got mad and on and on. I just listened and then asked but what happened. Well then she said Woodrow went back pushing his snout into her crotch and was becoming very insistent. Monica said then he started to nip at her panties and was growling and scaring her and he was pulling on her panties and that he had torn them off (I hadn’t noticed any tears in them). She said that after he got them off, he had gone back to pushing her legs apart and sticking his snout up her pussy and sniffing and licking but growling menacingly at her any time she tried to move. I said, it must have been really scary and that I was glad she hadn’t tried anything foolish and really made him mad. That no matter what her safety was more important. Monica looked at me with one of those looks like “are you telling the truth” and it was hard for me not to suppress my smirk. I could tell that no real harm had come to her, that she was home safe and so I said as we reached the house and sat down on the lawn swing together with Woody close by her side, that I had noticed the wetness on the ass of her skirt so what else had happened, tell me the rest of the story. Monica got rather flushed again and pulled away and glared at me and said “well he RAPED me, that dog, that Woodrow, we have to get rid of him”. Hmm, I said I think you need to tell me more, I am not convinced yet that Woodrow should be gotten rid of. Monica was obviously perplexed at my reaction or lack thereof and tried to convince me more of the gravity of what she had been through. She said Woodrow had gotten extremely aggressive and that she had tried one last desperate time to get up and get away but that he had knocked her back down and she had landed on her hands and knees and that he immediately jumped up on her back and had started thrusting at her. (Hmm, I wonder how he got her skirt up – but she forgot to cover that part of the story) Woodrow had gripped her so tightly around her waist she couldn’t get away and that he continued to thrust, that she could feel his prick poking away at her and that it was just awful and so frightening. Monica got so engrossed in trying to convince me I don’t think she even realized that Woody had come around, very gently pushed her knees apart and then she let out a little gasp. And I said, “it was a great fuck wasn’t it?” Woodrow had pushed her button and the wind was gone from her sails. Her demeanor changed and she slid down a bit on the swing and opened her knees wider and whispered yes, “we can’t get rid of Woodrow Wilson.” If you asked me Woodrow had perfected the art of cunnilingus and Monica seemed to be going off to seventh heaven like I rarely had ever seen her do when we made love. My pants started to tent and my loins ache I couldn’t tear my eyes off of the sight. I told her again how much I loved her and was so happy she had enjoyed it. Monica said, “oh Mark, you are so good, and such a great lover but Woodrow was amazing.” Her breath was coming in gasps now and her face was getting red again but not because of guilt. Woodrow was tenderly nuzzling and licking her fucked pussy. She had pulled her skirt up high so it was out of the road and I had a great view. She started to stiffen, pulled her knees wider and let out a scream the likes I have never ever heard from her before. She screamed in that high pitched scream of ectasy not fear words I hadn’t know she knew. “Woodrow, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeee.”She convulsed and went all weak, her legs slumped and her breathing was short as she tried to get her breath back. Woodrow as if he knew he had completed a good task, pulled away and came to me. I patted his head and told him what a good dog he was.It took a bit more but the real story finally came out. I had assured her that I was very happy, that all was fine but I really hadn’t noticed any rips in her red panties. So she said “all right, I will tell you what really happened.” In Monica’s own words:Woodrow and I were out on our walk. Woodrow would run ahead up the trail, but he would come back and sniff my backside. At first I told him to go away and would turn away from him, but even though he would run off, he would come back and push into my ass a little more sniffing and nuzzling. I didn’t think it was doing anything but making me mad, but we did go to the creek and I did sit down on the creek bank for a little rest. Woodrow was running around looking for squirrels or rabbits or something to chase and I just couldn’t help myself, I was watching him and got to thinking about the movie clip you had shown me a couple of months ago. It was of this girl in a windy day and that dog was jumping on her and she was hopping around trying to pull off her panties. And you know the rest.”I guess my curiosity was getting the best of me. I called for Woodrow and he came, I patted him a bit and then reached down and rubbed me pussy through my panties. I was starting to moisten, so I pulled my hand out and put my fingers under Woodrow’s nose. He got very interested, sort of cocking up and getting prancey and it was no trouble getting him to come around and find the source of those smells. Woodrow pushed his nose in and nuzzled and started to lick and I was creaming in no time. I just had to find out what more he would do, so like the woman in the video I could hardly get my panties off fast enough. Woodrow was so good. He worked me over so gently yet so persistently licking and nuzzling and I came and then came again. I have never had two orgasms in a row before and yet it still felt like more. I could see his cock peaking out from him and though the thought terrified me I just couldn’t help myself, I had to know what that would be like. So I scooted down more and laying back I thrust my hips up higher hoping he would move on from his licking. Oh Mark, he is such a good dog. He licked a little more and I was ready to come again and he came up over me straddling me and he definitely knew what he needed to be doing. He was so gently thrusting and coming forward and I could feel his prick poking around and trying to find my honey pot but we just weren’t having any luck. He started to pull back and I thought “oh no, he is going to leave,” but nuzzled my pussy some more. By this time I was so hot, I just had to have him. I have never wanted sex so badly. So I rolled over onto my hands and knees and patted my backside. Woodrow nuzzled in again and I tried to open myself up as much as possible to him. Once again he came over me, but this time with me on my hands and knees Woodrow was up higher on my back and he gripped my sides and I could again feel his prick thrusting and extending and searching. A few more thrusts and it was getting closer to my pussy. I was trying to move it the right direction and push back and try to help him find his way home. And then I felt it slip in. At first it was just like the size of my small little dildo but it felt really nice and Woodrow was thrusting with more urgency. It was soooo hot. His legs or paws slid back so that he was gripping my hips and he was fucking me like crazy. I could feel his tool growing and going deeper and deeper and as much as he was thrusting I think I was pushing back into him wanting more and more. Woodrow was arched over my back his full weight on me as he whined and pumped and he was fucking me with all his might. It was as though he was trying to get all of himself in me and it felt wonderful. A bit painful, he is really big when he really gets into me, but it just feels so tremendously filling and I wanted all of it too. I don’t think I had noticed at first but then I could feel this bulge just inside my pussy but it felt rather good too. My pussy was totally full of Woodrow cock and this bulge was putting pressure on my G spot. As I shuddered and came for at least the fourth time I could feel Woodrow also go limp, but it sure wasn’t his cock going limp. It was as full or as big as ever and I could feel him shooting cum inside me breeding me like his favorite bitch. He just lay over my back and I still can’t believe how much one dog can cum but he came and came and came. My pussy was stretched to its full extent and now it was being filled to overflowing with dog sperm. It began to ooze out around that tight bulge, I just wanted to collapse on the ground I was so spent but that bulge had me and I guess I knew I had better not get away from it. Besides it felt really good. Woodrow had quit thrusting and the pain had quit and I felt like I was a freshly knocked up virgin. After I don’t know how long I could feel Woodrow soften and then there was this ‘slop’ and his massive dick was out of me. I slumped forward and could feel the cum leaking from my freshly fucked pussy. I was so spent, I just didn’t want to move. But then I felt Woodrow so gently licking my ass and cleaning me up. But while that too was feeling so good I was having some serious second thoughts and a pile of guilt. What had I done??!! I guess it was all guilt but I got myself so worried about what you would think. I rolled over and Woodrow was cleaning himself and I could see that his prick was still huge. I couldn’t believe that I had had that all in me. My pussy though was still leaking and there was no doubt that I had had it. Then I realized that I was sitting on my panties and that they were soaked with Monica and Woodrow cum. I couldn’t put them on so I thought I would just be able to bury them and walk home and you would never know. But as we started to head back Woodrow took off on his own and I hadn’t realized it but he must have circled back and found my panties then headed for home. I didn’t think I would get so caught.Mark back here.By this time I thought my loins, my balls, everything was going to explode. Monica looked over at me and could see this huge tent and she whispered, “my how big YOU have gotten. I need that inside me, I need your cum to mix with Woodrow’s.” I never knew she could be so uninhibited. I never even knew she knew words like she had just spoken, let alone would speak them.We have never had sex other than in a car as young lovers, and in our bed as adults but she pulled me to the ground, undid my pants, pulled them off, bobbed her head up and down tonguing and sucking my cock and then laid back as I drove it into her dog fucked cunt. Woodrow lay near us, his head on his paws eyes watching us with almost a disinterested look as though to say, “been there done that.” The red panties, soiled and limp between his paws, his chin slightly resting on them.After I exploded deep within Monica like I hadn’t since a young buck we both lay there spent like a two dollar bill in a ten buck store, I said to her, how proud I was of her and how much I hoped that I would get to see Woody and her in action. She hugged me close and said, “Oh, you will, Woodrow is my President but you are my King. |
