Hi, Alice here

We met Pam and Bill who were having martial problems back in the 1950's. Bill really wanted to see a woman f**king a dog especially his estranged wife. As a joke, he proposed to Pam that she f**k the family dog and he would give her a fair divorce. Pam saw this as her opportunity to be free of Bill if she could determine how get their dog to f**k her. Forced to f**k the family dog to leave Bill, Pam discovered K9 love, kept the dog, and lived happily without Bill. Here is a link to "Pam and Bill Divorce Doggie Style" http://www.beastforum.com/showtopic-89715.html to read their adventure again.

Stevie is Pam's great niece. Since Pam had no children, Stevie's mother, her brother, and several of her cousins inherited Pam’s home on her passing. The one stipulation in Pam's will was that her three remaining dogs live in her house for the remainder of their lives. Stevie is enrolled in the university near her great aunt’s home and her mother asked if she would like to live in Pam’s home and care for the dogs. The families would cover the taxes and any housing expenses from the proceeds of Pam’s insurance. This was an offer that Stevie could not refuse: just watch some dogs and live rent free. This wonderful offer led to interesting adventures that are best told by Stevie.

Hi, I’m Stevie.
I loved my great aunt Pam. We called her Auntie Pam even though she was my Mom's aunt. As a child, I visited Auntie Pam often. I recall that she always had loving dogs, usually three or four at a time where they ranged in age from just older than puppies to really old. When one dog passed, another would be rescued from the shelter. Auntie Pam loved her dogs.
And her dogs were also very loving. Each time I visited, I would be greeted with lots of "dog kisses", wet tongues on my face, hands and arms. I was amazed by the number of dog owners who kiss their dogs on the MOUTH. But once you have dogs, they are like your children and you don't have to be a dog "lover" to love your dog.

I am enrolled in the university not far from Auntie Pam and visited her often; a nice dinner and interesting conversation would always be there. When Auntie Pam fell ill, I visited everyday to care for her dogs. It was easy, just change the water and feed them once a day. The dog door and a large yard were all the dogs needed. Auntie Pam had a hansom young man clean the yard three times a week. He is a real cutie.
When the funeral for Auntie Pam was arranged, my cousins and I went into her second bedroom and saw the photos of all her passed dogs and small finished wood cases. Each photo and wood case had a golden emblem inscribed with the name of her pet, a lovely saying, and the dates for his birth and death. All her pets were males and all the small cases were kept in a custom built display. In her will, Pam instructed that the small cases and photos were to be buried with her in her casket. The remaining three dogs were also to be cremated at their deaths and their ashes placed in three remaining cases. Monies were set aside to bury the three small cases in a small casket later with Pam. It was a little creepy but it was clear that Auntie Pam loved her dogs.

When I was growing up, I heard mean rumors about Auntie Pam that she abused her dogs. I never saw any abuse and her dogs were always gentle and well behaved. They were not abused. As part of the rumors, old Uncle Bill use to say that he had proof of her abuse but that it was hidden in Auntie Pam’s house. But Bill was a bitter old man and died alone.
Now I was living in Auntie Pam’s house. I remember it filled with love and no ghosts were haunting it. The display was moved soon after the funeral so all traces of the dog memorial were gone. It is fully furnished and has three well behaved dogs named Brad, Ben, and Matt. They slept in Pam’s room so I left their dog beds there. Why change their lives and routines? I moved into the guest room.

The first days were uneventful as I settled into a routine of classes, study, and feeding the dogs. The yard is large and the dogs play outside most of the day. In the mornings, we would all go for a run. Brad seemed to be leader, the alpha, and the younger dogs Ben and Matt would follow his lead in everything that they did. As the days passed, I began to notice that Brad would nuzzle me affectionately and actually pushed his nose into my crotch several times. A gentle push and he would back off. Also, Brad, Ben, and Matt would some times expose their cocks from their sheaths. Bright red and wet as they would lick themselves. I had heard about dogs licking themselves but had never had a dog that exhibited this behavior. Now I had three dogs who licked themselves as though it was natural and normal. So, it must be natural and normal.

Brad, Ben, and Matt loved to lick my hand and face. I would be greeted each time with lots of dog kisses. At night, Brad would wonder into my room as I was sleeping and he would lick my fingers and hand or even my toes, whatever was not covered by the blanket. Some mornings and I would awake to find all three of them sleeping somewhere in the guest room.

Now I am not a prude and not a virgin since I have had boy friends with whom I have experimented with sex. But no one right now. Looking at these red dog cocks is quite different from a man’s erect phallus, hard cock. The dog cocks are thin and not the cylinders of an erect human cock. I described the dog behavior to some of my friends and they giggled and told me that the dogs were horny and wanted to f**k a bitch. I had seen a dog mount a bitch once when I was younger. They were stuck together for quite a while and the boy dog had turned to they were tail to tail. They were stuck for a long time. There were several dogs who took turns mounting the bitch. The dogs did this for hours before the owner of the bitch came looking for her and found her tied with one of the dogs. He found a hose and wet them until they were separated. The bitch later had a litter of puppies. They were all different so each of the dogs had fathered some of the puppies. So Brad, Ben and Matt wanted to mount a bitch.

One of my friends said that she thought that the dogs wanted to mount me! How disgusting to even think of a dog mounting a woman let alone me! We all laughed. But the nasty idea had been planted in my mind. It began slowly but slipped in and out of my imagination. Perhaps it was because I did not have a boy friend at the time and my hormones were making me horny but the thought of a dog mounting a woman started to sound sexy. A dog mounting me was out of the question. I was not that horny. But I was horny enough to finger my clit and cunt every night as I lay in bed waiting for sleep to take me.

It was late spring and some evenings were warm and I would sleep with just a long tee shirt and panties. If I was playing with myself, I would fall asleep with my panties off.
When I think about this now, Brad, Ben and Matt were really gentlemen and showed a lot of self restraint. Imagine a pussy, wet and aromatic, open and bare presented on a bed. Yet, they resisted the temptation for such a long time.
But their restraint did not last forever. A warm evening and I played with my wet cunt and fell asleep. I first felt nibbles and a tongue on my hand and arm and then on my toes. The dogs were starting to give me kisses on my arms and legs. The sensation was incredible as chills went though my body. I had never thought of this as sex play but I began to feel sensations in my cunt and my nipples began to harden into large, erect raisins. Then Brad, or was it Ben, licked my nipple. It was like an electric shock of pleasure. I started to weakly push the warm muzzle away when another tongue started licking my other nipple. I started to feel like a wanton, depraved woman enjoying the affection of dogs as a substitute for sex. I felt the weight of a dog getting his forelegs on the bed and his tongue was suddenly on my clit.
"Oh my GOD. Does that feel gooooood." I must have screamed and startled the dog. The licking stopped.
"No don't stop." What am I saying? I really don't want these good dogs to be abused by my taking advantage of their demonstration of love and affection. They are licking me to show how they love me not to turn me on sexually. But that tongue in my cunt was better than any guy. A little more tongue and I would have cum right there. And, why would I expect a dog to understand what I just said.
My mind said "Stop this. This is not right."
My body wanted these feelings to keep going. My body wanted an orgasm. My finger rubbing my clit was a pale shadow of sensation compared to that tongue.
Conflicting thoughts raced through my mind.
"I'm a good girl and good girls don't have sex play with dogs."
"Oh but this feels so good. Better than any guy. I don't have a guy right now."
"But what if someone finds out? No guy wants a dog licked bitch. Do you want to known as a bitch? Are you a bitch?"
I was in analysis paralysis.

The dogs made the decision for me and changed my life forever.
The tongue was back in my cunt with a vengeance as it swept from my rosebud to my clit in long wet licks. The inner lips of my vulva were now swollen and sensitive as the tip of the tongue probed the folds. The tip swept across my clit and sent shivers of small orgasms through me. My hips began rocking as my body began to build toward a BIG O. I was going to cum no matter what my mind was telling me.
The tongue probed deep into my cunt. It went deeper than any guy. It flared up and brushed my G-spot on the inside front wall of my vagina.

"Oh GOD I'm cumming. Dogs I'm cumming OH OH OH OH Ahhhhh" as wave after wave swept through me. The dogs continued but it was too much. I closed my knees to try to move the dog but he stayed and his tongue still found its mark. I struggled to keep the dogs off my nipples but they were also licking my entire tit and one was now licking my belly.

"Oh God, Oh God I'm cumming again. OH OH OH oh dogs oh dogs" as I rocked my hips and shook my body as a powerful orgasm contracted my soul. I thrashed pushing all the dogs off of me.

"Oh oh oh" I gasped to catch my breath. My arms and legs were still weak and shaking. The dogs were in shock. I hugged each in turn to assure them that they were OK and it was not their fault.

"Good boy Brad" "Good boy Ben" "Good boy Matt" I repeated over and over in low reassuring tones. As I hugged them I realized that I was naked and rubbing against their smooth warm fur. I started to feel really ashamed of what I did.
These were good dogs and I was taking advantage of them. All of this just because I was horny. How selfish can I be? I took a long hot shower trying to wash the shame from my body. But it stayed in my mind and chafed on my conscience. "You have become an evil woman. You abused three innocent dogs just for your selfish sexual fantasies and satisfaction."
I moped around for the next days. The dogs tried to cheer me but I felt really bad. Not only did I take advantage of these good dogs but I enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it. I never had orgasms like those. Incredible ORGASMS. So this made me even feel worse. I had to dig my emotions out of the garbage and reason what had happened.

OK, I did not force the dogs. I didn't put honey or food on my body to make them lick me. I didn't lure them into my room and make them lick me. They did it on their own. Just their natural licking instincts and their love for me. They didn't know that they would arouse me and give me orgasms. They were just showing their love. But I didn't force them or lure them to do this. It's not my fault. I'll just have to avoid the situations that may tempt a repeat. I can't let this happen again. I am responsible for the welfare of these dogs. If I don't protect them who will?

But the dogs keep creping into my room each night.

Stevie

Alice, hope that there is moer to this, its very.... interesting. Thank you for sharing it with us.

M. Lobo B)

PLEASE CONTINUE WRITING THIS VERY STIMULATING STORY.

I whole-heartedly agree with the last posting, please keep this one going, alicealice! Yet another one of your great stories and, I must say here, your personal experiences really help with your style of writing. I'm always happy to see a brand new posting from you.

Another 10 for a great writer, too!!!

Thanks for sharing with us.

Jetsons

Many thanks for the posting. A big 10 from me. Do continue, would like to read what cums next!

alicealice a nice start to anothere great story...i kinda did wonder what happend to pam after the divorce...i han an idea of what happend to bill nad a little one about pam but never seeb that dog shelter what ever it maybe coming...cant wait to read the rest of stevies story...and of course i give you a 10 :rock:

Alice,
Thanks so much for writing again Alice. :angel:
I hope in a short time Stevie can work her way thru all her terrible feelings of guilt.
She seems on her way but there will certainly be many many relapses into the guilt, the shame of such an act. :ph34r:
The lifelong conditioning to feel so ashamed doesn't die easy at all........I hope Stevie doesn't beat herself up too bad. :heart: :heart:
There is no turning back once you feel that wonderful tongue........just one opinion I guess...........lol..........thanks so much for writing again Alice......... :rock:

:angel: thanks for the lovly story.it seems she will have to work out her feelings.we hope to hear more.10 from us.

Hi, Stevie here continuing

Each evening, I send the dogs to Auntie Pam's room so they will sleep in their dog beds. During the night they creep into my room. I have closed the door, but they would cry and I have to wake and let them in. They want to be with me.

But I don't want to repeat the licking orgy of that one past night. I don't want more of that to be on my conscience. I sleep with warm-up pants and a sweat shirt. These are very warm clothes for the coming summer. But I don't want any erotic parts of my body to be exposed. Licking my hands and face are fine but if they lick my nipples or clit, I will be ashamed of myself for exposing my intimate body parts to their hot warm tongues.

My emotions are torn between the guilt of abusing the love of these dogs and the absolute ecstasy of the erotic orgasms these dogs provide. I am not going to ask my friends anything about this subject since I don't want to take the chance that I will be discovered. I feel like the cartoons with an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other.

This is causing me to loose sleep. I wake from very hot dreams where the dogs are attacking me with their tongues, my body is wet from perspiration, my nipples erect, and my clit and vaginal labia engorged with my cunt drenched with my pre-lube. I slip my fingers into my very wet pussy and a few circular rubbing of my clit and I have body shaking orgasms. I open my eyes and the dogs are staring at me. They lick my hands still wet from my cunt as I pull them from my warm-up bottoms. I am wracked with guilt from the erotic beast dream. I pet the dogs and try to send them away but they are still very attentive. I wish they would stay in Auntie Pam's room and leave me alone. I can't tell anyone of my "problem". They will only think that I am an animal abuser.

The dreams keep reoccurring. Something is wrong with me. I can't get the dogs out of my dreams and now my waking mind. The guilt is overwhelming. How can a good girl have such nasty thoughts and dreams? The dogs still follow me around the house and sleep in my room. I know that they can smell my lust and wet cunt. Brad is "bumping" his nose in my crotch more frequently and Ben and Matt are following his example. Every time I sit on the sofa to watch TV, the dogs are all around me, licking my face and arms. Don't they know that this is just making it harder for me to not abuse them? They are such loving dogs. How can anyone take advantage of their love and abuse them for their own sexual satisfaction? I feel terrible.

I don't know if my lust or my sense of wanting to find a rational solution led me to Google and find more about dogs and women having sexual encounters. There are a billion pages of K9 porn. Video after video of women using a dog as a dildo or sucking on their erect cocks with thin pre-cum spurting. These women are obviously whores who are exhibitionist making videos for horny men. The dogs do not look happy and are just there as biological sex toys. These dogs are abused. I don't want any part of this.

But this is not what is happening to me. Brad, Ben, and Matt are the ones who are chasing me. Am I the one who is abused? Are these dogs "attacking" me? This is starting to sound like the wishful porn stories written by men of a woman raped by a dog she meets in an alley or a million stories with the same theme of a dog sexually attacking a woman repeated on the Internet. This can't be true. It cannot be happening to me. These dogs are just very loving and want my attention and affection.

But even these stories don't end with the woman licked to orgasm as I was. The dog has sex with the woman; the dog f**ks her. AND the woman LIKES it. In fact, if you believe these stories, the woman would rather have sex with her dog than with a man. She becomes addicted to her dog. This is getting too weird.

I like sex with men. Especially men who take their time and start with my clit. Lick and suck my clit and I will follow him anywhere. How can a dog be better? A dog cock is ugly. It is red, lumpy, and veins all over the surface. The base has two big bumps almost like his balls are attached to the base of his dick. Hard to believe that all of this is hiding in his hair covered sheath. I have seen the tip of Brad and his buddies; it doesn't look anything like the erect cocks that the whores use as dildos. Brad's tip is thinner and pointed at the end. But then again I have only seen the tip. May be when it's erect, it really gets like the cocks the dogs in the porn videos have.

Oh, my GOD. My thoughts are more than being licked by the dogs but now dog cocks and dog f**king. Is dog licking going to lead to dog f**king? Not just one dog but THREE? I am loosing my mind? Is this where all of this is leading or am I reading too many woman and dog porn stories?

And, DAMN my body, just reading these stories makes me hot and bothered. I am aroused by women being licked and f**ked by dogs. Reading stories of women who crave to have a dog shove their big knots into their cunts and pour gallons of hot cum into their pussies. Is any of this true? Is being f**ked by a dog that good?
Is this abusing the dog?

I know that I can experiment with Brad and the gang since they are so willing to lick and since I am alone, all of this will be our secret. Well, a secret as long as this is not abuse and affect the dogs in a way that is visible. I guess I am rationalizing my way out of this dilemma trying to tell myself that I'm not doing this just for my pleasure but because THE DOGS WANT TO DO IT. I am trying to keep the dogs happy. Ha, that's some reason. Just because they make me cum is incidental.

If any of the stuff on the Internet is true, I'll be prepared just in case. At least, the dogs won't get me pregnant or give me STD's. And I don't think that the dogs will do anything that will expose us. Even with all of their attention at home, they don't behave in any sexual way in public. The last thing I need is to have them nuzzle my crotch in public or try to mount me. This experiment better not lead to that kind of behavior.

It's Friday night and my weekend is clear. I guess it's now or never. Actually, I need to resolve this since my studies will start to suffer if I can't get the dilemma of the dogs out of mind. I think I can control everything and can stop if something doesn't seem right. The dogs are well behaved and just loving. Maybe just licking is enough for them. But seeing them licking their cock tips when they are sitting around tells me that they know what their cocks are for. Well, I have socks for their forelegs and lots of towels. I have my exercise mat and some pillows since I plan to take them on my back in missionary position since I can control the situation rather than having them mount me doggie style. After reading the stories, I didn't take a shower since the dogs are very olfactory and would love the smell of my natural body. Well we will find out.

The dogs followed me into my bedroom, they follow me everywhere. I gave them the signal to sit and I taped each foreleg with a thick sock. I don't want these claws scratching me. Apparently, people look for scratches to see if rumors of dog f**king are true. These guys have clipped claws and no dew claws. How nice of them(?). Maybe Auntie Pam did not want her furniture scratched. I know that I was getting excited as my nipples were already hard and I know that my pussy is wet.

I stripped naked and laid on my mat with pillows and towels under me. I called them and they bounded to me. Brad and Ben started licking my nipples and Matt went right for my cunt. These guys don't waste any time on preliminaries. I use both my hands to pet the heads of the dogs as they swarm over me. Tongues are licking me everywhere. Not just on my nipples and cunt but on my belly, arms, breasts, inner thigh, and all over my face. Matt was really focused on my wet pussy seeking every drop of cunt lube with his tongue as it snaked around each erected lip and deep in my vagina. His tongue swept from bottom to top circling on my clit as it's rough texture began a driving orgasm.

"OH OH dogs, OH dogs you're making OH OH me OH cummm." My hips were rocking and I held Matt between my knees and his head to my cunt. Brad and Ben were licking my whole body including my hard nipples. I shook and held them tight to me as my orgasm swept through me.

Matt kept his tongue in me a I could feel the beginning of my next orgasm. I held his head close to me since he want to do this to me, I was not going to stop him. I relaxed and let my body react to these wonderful feelings. I guess these dogs were not going to f**k me.
Brad stopped licking and nudged Matt aside. Something is happening!
Brad was now between my open knees. His forelegs were beside my chest rubbing the flattened sides of my breasts.

Oh my GOD! Looking over my tummy, I could see his red cock emerging from his sheath. For a fraction of a second, I saw clear fluid streaming from its pointed tip before it slipped from view as Brad slammed his hips into my cunt.

OH GOD, HIS COCK was in me. It just slipped in but I could feel it deep in me. It was not like the fat erect cock of a guy or the knobby dog cocks used as dildo in the videos. It was thinner and firm like a long, thick rubber covered pen. Before I could react, Brad began rapid hip pumping as his forelegs held firm to my waist. At first I felt only the slamming of his balls and hips on my cunt lips. Then, I could start to feel his cock rapidly pumping and EXPANDING. Soon it was no longer sliding in and out but swelling and catching my vaginal walls with each stroke. Warm liquid was dripping down the crack of my pussy and along the cheeks of my ass. My cunt felt so full and the rapid rubbing was driving me to a blinding orgasm.

"OH Brad OH doggie OH f**k me f**k me OH OH OH" I moaned over and over. My voice shook with Brad's rapid strokes.
The fullness in my cunt expanded even more just inside my pussy lips. OH right on my G-spot. OH GOD, my G-spot. Only fingers could find it and Brad was rubbing so fast right on it. This must be his knot. I HAVE his knot.

"OH OH I'm cumming I'm cumming (gasp) f**k me dog." I gasped as another orgasm shook my body. I grabbed Brad's hips to drive him deeper in me as I thrust my hips up to meet him. No guy ever f**ked me like this. OH my GOD I can feel every twitch of his cock and especially his knot. OH his knot.

Brad slowed and became still. His knot pulsed again and again. With each pulse, I felt a warm surge deep in my womb and a wonderful surge in my G-spot. My cunt squeezed with each orgasm and I tried to hold Brad. I don't know how long I held my first knot because it felt so good and I wanted it to last forever. I guess it was only 5 minutes or so. But no guy ever kept me cumming for that long.

Brad tugged with his hips and my cunt felt like a long neck bottle pulling out a long cork. Brad tugged more as it slowly started to emerge. I could feel my pussy lips expand and finally let his knot free. Air squeezed in to fill the vacuum of his cock pulling out. Then his long, lumpy cock pulled out and I could feel the bulge in the middle and finally the squared off tip. As he pulled free, a wave of warm pre-cum and cum flooded out of my cunt and down the crack of my ass. Oh that was good. I closed my eyes and relaxed as Brad moved off of me.

But OH NO Sweet Jesus, Ben was now over me. His cock slipped in so fast I didn't even feel it. Just his hips slamming my cunt. The hair from his sheath poked my swollen labia and brushed my erect clit. The feeling was so intense. OH God is does it feel good. Ben's cock expands and fills me in minutes and I am off to another rocket ride and wave after wave of orgasms.

"F**k me Ben. f**k me dog. OH OH OH" I repeated over and over as I came and came.
Ben tied me with his knot and filled me with his cum as I screamed into my pillow.

"OH OH OH" with each contraction of his knot. I lost track of time when Ben pulled out with a long tug sucking my cunt and releasing a flood of his fluids.

I know Matt is next. I want to feel how a real bitch gets f**ked. I don't have much control of the situation. I know I can stop the dogs but doing so may ruin everything so I am going to enjoy as much as I can. I get on my elbows and knees and present my dripping cunt to Matt. His forelegs and chest are quickly on my back and his forelegs grasp my hips as his hips slam against my cheeks and open cunt. He slides in easily as Brad and Ben did before. With his rapid pumping, he is soon filling me and rocking my body with each stroke. I try to match his rhythm and push back with my hips but he is really fast. So I just arched my back and pushed back and let him drive as deep as he can. His knot fills my cunt right on my G-spot and he slows and stops. I know that he is filling me with his cum as his warm pre-cum flows from my cunt down over my hard, erect clit. My body shakes with each orgasm. OH they are sooo gooood. I reach between my legs and feel the warm flow dripping from me. My pussy lips are swollen and bulge from Matt's knot. I rub my clit, wet with pre-cum, and drive even more orgasms.

Matt has been in me for a while, I know that he is done. Matt slips off my back and turns. His tail is on my ass cheeks. OH God, I look like a bitch ass to tail with her lover. Matt pulls and he slowly pops out, sucking my cunt out with his long cock, and pulls free with a flood of fluid.
I slowly gasp air and enjoy the after glow of great sex. I am still on my knees with my head on a pillow and my forearms on the pad. I now realize that I was inviting MORE. The bitch wants MORE. Brad was happy to satisfy me again as he has recovered and ready to fulfill his mistress' desires. He is quickly on my back and I enjoy another blinding series of orgasms.

To be fair, Ben and Matt have their turn that night. After Matt pulled out, I rolled on my side exhausted and fully satiated. Curled in a fetal position, the dogs didn't have much to lick. But my dripping cunt, arms, legs, and back were licked trying to clean me up and perhaps arouse another round of f**king. But this is enough for the first night.

I had orgasms that would have taken me a life time with men and I can look forward to intense orgasms as much as I want. Mind blowing sex any time for as long as I like. I won't get pregnant, get infected by STD's, and NO ONE will ever know. Just pure, guilt free sex.

The room was a mess. My mat had huge wet spots, all the towels were wet as were the pillows. Dog fluids everywhere. Probably some of my cunt juices too. I threw everything in the wash and mopped the floor. The dogs just watched. A naked woman mopping the floor who had to stop from time to time to mop up cum that just flowed from her cunt. Finally I took a shower and tried to wash my cunt as much as I could so that I won't be flowing all night. They left a lot of thick dog cum deep in my womb. No puppies but still a mess.

I slept that night wearing my warm-up to not encourage any more sex from my loving dogs. I had wonderful, hot, horny dreams filled with f**king dogs. I never imagined that my conscience would ever give the freedom to dream these erotic dreams. In the morning, my warm-ups were wet with dog cum and my pussy juices. Another mess to clean up. But I was happy to do it. I showered and took the dogs for a run.

One lesson for me is that I have to get everything done before I can love my dogs. It is too easy to just f**k all the time. I know that I am an addict but I can't let my addiction ruin my life. Sex is the major incentive in my life and I can use it to get what I need to accomplish. I know it sounds like an oxymoron "a self disciplined addict". So, all my homework, classes, exercise, washing and ironing, etc. everything must be finished before I strip and start a long licking and f**king session with Brad, Ben, and Matt.

No TV, no movies, no porn surfing, no casual reading for me. Dog sex is so much better than these time wasters. I only attend parties with people I like. No more blind dates. I don't have to try to find "The Guy for me" any more. I have three lovers that are better than any guy can ever be. I have an ideal life.

As I cleaned and reordered Auntie Pam's effects, I found an old 8mm movie film roll hidden in the closet of the second bedroom. I wondered why it was hidden.

Stevie

ALICE... wow!! what just hit me?? that was AWESOME!! loved the doggy gangbang,again my fav stories. also love the part where the dogs, were begging at the door to get to stevie. thank you..thank you, very the great story. keep them dog gangbangs comeing alice. :D :D

:beer: :beer: :beer: WOW! WOW! WOW! That's a 10 in anybodues book. Great work. Keep it up.

alicealice:
As usual a great story told at an amazing pace of slowly, but quickly filled with great detail and emotion. I just love your stories and look forward to more family and animal stories. You weave a great tail lovely lady!

:angel: great story.10 10 10 :inlove:

:heart: I love your latest writing Alice, all the emotion, all the questioning, and yes the eventual outcome.
I hope Stevie can find a balance and not withdraw from human interaction too much.
Dogs can't talk sweetly or bring you home something unexpected, they can't help in the yard or garden or talk softly to you when you need a bump.
They certainly love thou, they can certainly be great companions and great lovers.
Time will tell..........thanks for writing and questioning everything........you bring up so many valid concerns............it's almost like...............well..........never mind.....................lol.........thank you Alice..............

Wow, Alice!
You did it again, you always have these great stories.
Very sexual yet in a sensual way, very exciting.
Thank you so much for being who you are ;)