I must ask (because i'm not sure) is this a true story?

Your writing is amazing and the depth of emotion you portray is fascinating.

Please continue

Lonesomwolf

This is one if not the best written story here. as one of the other readers said it is so full of emotion. I actually cried when King was put down as I had hoped he would have been spared. Thank you for this lovely insight to your world.

Colleen xxxx

Yes, it's true. It is an actual memoir. The statements at the beginning are true as well - it was not easy for me to post this. The names of people and places, to the extent I name them, are changed and my ability to divine my lovers' thoughts and intentions is something that I believe in but many others do not so when I write of what they think or feel, it's my opinion based on what I read from their actions and body language, but the story is true. The names of my lovers I did not change. I thought about it but could not do it. It would have felt like a betrayal. And I am actually called Kat because my first name is Kathleen. The description of myself is perfectly accurate. I am not beautiful in any classical sense, but I am very girl-next-door-bouncy pretty. I would add that I think my lovers appreciate my attractiveness and I try hard to be sexy for them, just as if they were human, because I believe (in contravention of most other people, but you will find that I have many opinions that are my own) they are sexually attracted to visual stimuli as much as odors and physical stimulation. I have found that it turns me on a lot to do so, and it seems to increase the vigorousness at which they go at me when I do, so apparently, they find a cute, fit, bouncy naked woman as much a turn-on as a man does. I am still working on this memoir and have several further installments ready, others in draft, but my continued posting will depend largely on responses. Thank you all. Love, Kat

Thank you, i can't begin to imagine how hard it was for you. I would offer a heartfelt hug but it's abit hard to do that over the net. So i'll give you a 10 vote and a Thanks for all your effort and for being you.
I also couldn't agree more with the idea of being fit and attractive for my mate. I train hard to keep my body fit for myself and my loved ones.

Lonesomwolf

Part VIII

The first step in the change in the relationship between Bull and I was something of a minor crisis. I was in the back yard with the two girls that I watched. Bull was also out back, though he was laying in the shade next to the house. Because we were on a golf course, occassionally golf balls would land in the yard. In this case, one landed on the rough, outside of the yard, then bounced over the wall and into the yard and rolled toward the pool. Before it got there, Kara (one of my precious charges), grabbed it and picked it up. A few minutes later, two men arrived and began to scream and yell at Kara for touching the ball before it had come to rest. I know nothing of golf, but I know something about manners and little girls and I immediately intervened, telling the men to back off and leave her alone. One stepped back, but the other turned on me and laid into me, chewing me out and telling me that I had no business interfering in his matters and that I didn't know who I was "fucking" with. Suddenly Bull was by me, his massive body shoving the man back, the hair on his back standing up, and a deep, threatening growl emanating from his enormous chest. The man went white with fear, and stumbled back, terrified, toward the golf course.

"Bull! Potsdam Stalin!" I barked out. He instantly froze in place, stifling his growl, but remaining ready to pounce. "You should leave. Now." I said to the man. He glanced at Bull and backed up again.

"That dog's a menace. He shouldn't be allowed here," he managed to whine.

"Really? He's just protecting his home. He hasn't hurt anyone."

The man picked up his ball and they went on, playing their game. I watched him walk away, stiff and frightened. He probably needed to change his underpants.

I turned to Bull, "Bull! Potsdam Ike!" He instantly relaxed and turned to me with his big mouth open in a sloppy, drooling grin, shaking his hind end like he'd just saved the country. I looked into his big, brown eyes, and melted inside with love and desire for him. I leaned down, wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly, and whispered in his soft, left ear, "If you want, tonight you can make love to me sweetheart." I know he didn't understand the words, yet, but I thought he might catch some of the intent. Besides, I was so overcome with lust and love for him that I couldn't help it. I needed to say to him what I was feeling even if he couldn't get the meaning.

That night, after dinner and after I'd put the girls to bed upstairs and after I had explained the whole issue with the golfer to Rick and Lana, I headed downstairs to go to bed myself. Rick and Lana also headed to bed and they were upstairs as well. At this point you should understand some general facts about this house. I was in the basement, the ground floor above me had a kitchen, living room, den and some guest rooms, the second floor had the bedrooms for the girls and the Smiths. Bull slept on a pad in the utility room in the basement, but he had access to the entire house and regularly wandered through it looking for things and checking on noises. This made my plans somewhat dicey. I couldn't act in such a way that he was confined to my room for too long. He had to be able to get out of the room to check on things: it was his job and I knew he took it very seriously. On the other hand, I couldn't make love to him with the door open either. I had to manage this somewhat carefully.

I went into the bathroom and showered, washing myself carefully and shaving myself to perfection. Once out of the shower I placed my long hair in a pony tail and rubbed lotion into my skin all over my body. I was amazed at how overwhelmingly horny I was. My vulva was swollen and purplish and stayed slick with fluids throughout my preparations. I could smell my own pussy and I hoped Bull would be turned on by it. I had begun, the previous week, painting my finger and toe nails a deep red. While it was not the best color for me (since I was a redhead and had some freckles), it was workable (because of the extreme paleness of my skin), and more importantly, it went with Bull. I had picked the color by imagining my hand against his glossy, black fur (you know a girl's got it bad when she accessorizes her nail polish to her lover). I touched them up. Then I put on my terry-cloth robe and left the bathroom, warm and full of desire and my pussy slippery between my legs as I approaced the spot where Bull was laying on the edge of the hallway. He was laying on his stomach, his head resting on his front paws, his eyes open and watching me as I approached him. I stopped in front of him, standing directly in front of his face, and paused, listening closely to the sounds of the house. All lights were now off except the bed-side lamp in my bedroom, which was shining down this hallway through the open door. The house was dead silent. I waited another moment to be sure everyone was in bed. Then I glanced down and marveled at the fact that Bull's front paws were so much larger than my feet. Since I was standing directly in front of him with my feet together, and he had raised his head to look up at me, I could see them next to each other. My eyes wandered down his massive frame and I felt an increased flutter in my womb. I was actually having trouble believing how incredibly sexy this dog was and how terribly turned on his mere physical form was making me. Then my eyes returned to his eyes and I remembered that he was more than a beautiful body. His large, dark brown eyes swallowed me in their gentle nobility and strength. He was staring at me, in a quizzical way, almost as if he wanted to ask a question but wasn't sure he should. I felt my heart roll over in my chest again and I felt an uptick in my facial temperature as I blushed deeply at the thought of what I was doing and in the hope that Bull would have love for me in his heart and desire for me in his loins and would not leave me unrequited. To be fearful of a dog spurning me physically or emotionally was a new sensation, but given my overwhelming passion for this Person, it made sense to me.

Finally, I loosened the belt on my robe and opened it, exposing myself to Bull. His head was already up, but I noted his ears perked up and his eyes left my face, where they had been focused, and roamed down my body, stopping when he reached my crotch, where they stayed focused. His nose wrinkled as he sniffed the air, picking up my feminine scent. I squatted on my heels, parting my knees and exposing my vulva to him. He rose to his feet and stepped forward, thrusting his muzzle into my pussy, where he sniffed deeply for a moment, then started to lick me. I quivered in pleasure at the feel of his huge, thick, warm tongue sliding over my labia and flicking across my swollen clit, and then, a bit excitedly and unsteadily, got to my feet, leaving my robe hanging open.

"If you want more of me Beautiful, then come with me to my room." I said the words in a tone barely above a sigh, but thick with the promise of passion. Bull's eyes flicked to my face as I spoke, but returned immediately to my pussy when I quit speaking, and he licked his chops. I turned and walked to my room. I could hear the pad of Bull's feet as he followed me, without the least hesitation. Once he trotted into the room, I shut the door and locked it, then removed my robe and hung it up. I had already arranged pillows and a towel on my bed for this moment. I turned on my bedside radio, momentarily wondering if Bull would take me to some famous love song. I turned from the closet and went to my bed and I felt amazingly horny as my tiny, pale, naked body moved past Bull's massive, shiny, black form. I had set the pillows so I could lay back with them under my shoulders and head, propping me up at an angle, and the towel was laid across the edge of the bed, where I expected most of the spillage of Bull's semen would occurr. I went to the edge of the bed and sat down on it, placing my ass right on the edge on the towel and letting my feet, parted widely, rest on the floor, with my knees extended out from the bed. Then I laid back on the pillows so that I was laying back, across my bed, propped up at an angle, down which my nude body sloped, at the bottom of which my thighs were spread apart and extended away from the bed, with my pussy wide open and exposed. I noticed that my nipples were wrinkled and painfully hard. Bull stood for only a second, looking at me in this new position, then walked calmly forward between my knees and without ceremony, buried his snout, snuffling and slurping, into my pussy. I relaxed my muscles and enjoyed the sensation of his extremely large and thick, warm tongue sliding over the soft flesh of my vulva and occassionally tunnelling through my pussy hole and into my vagina. I was surprised that he seemed interested in sliding his tongue into me, and was then even more surprised at how deeply he could do so. He managed to lick me more deeply inside than my own fingers had ever felt and I let out a little surprised gasp when I felt his tongue slop across my cervix. For the next few minutes Bull explored me thouroughly with his tongue, penetrating both my anus and introitus repeatedly, and licking all over my sensitive, swollen labia. He repeatedly slithered his tongue across my clitoris, but since he never concentrated on it, I never reached orgasm, though the overall feeling of his cunilingus was exquisite. I spent the entire time watching him closely and rubbing and pulling on my swollen nipples. Our eyes locked once when he had thrust his tongue into me and his muzzle was pressed between my spread labia and he looked up at me over my mound and across my bright red patch of pubic hair and between my tits and I could have sworn that I saw satisfaction in his eyes. It seemed that his eyes were saying that he was satisfied that he could give me pleasure.

Bull stepped back, licking his lips and shaking himself, and looking at my face. I could smell my pussy thickly in the room and I could feel Bull's slobber running down my slit, down my ass, and to the towel. I could also feel how swollen and openly hanging my labia were. I was absolutely ready to be penetrated and I watched him expectantly, waiting to see if he would do it or not. He did not disappoint me, jumping up and forward, straddling my torso with his front paws and walking forward between my spread thighs with his back paws still on the floor. I looked down at his crotch and let out a little squeal of delight. His penis was already well on its way to full erection. It was at least 4 inches out of its coal black sheet, and was at least 2 inches thick already. It was different than king's had been. Bull's penis was shaped much more like most dog's penises in that it was thicker at the tip than at the point where it joined the knot. It also swelled behind the tip so that its widest point was about 2 inches behind the tip. The tip was very flat and round with a surprisingly large hole in it, but the point that extended from the bottom of the tip was large and stuck out more than half an inch. The entire first inch, from the tip back, was a deep, dark purple with crimson veins threading across it. Behind that inch, it was a mottled silvery-off-white color with purple patches, and still spider-webbed with bright red veins. It returned to solid purple just as it reached the knot, and the knot itself was solid purple with the veins showing. When fully erect, his penis was just under 7 inches in length without the knot and was just under 3 inches thick at the thickest point, 2 inches at the thinnest where the knot was joined. The knot was roughly the size of a tennis ball, about 4 inches in diameter, and was shaped in an interesting way. It was almost square when fully formed because it appeared to consist of four lumps that swelled and joined from four corners around the base of his penis. But these descriptive details I learned later, at the moment, no knot was visible, but I could see a bright purple and white and red penis, swollen and slick, extending out of his sheeth, which meant that he wanted to mount me and make love to me as badly as I wanted him to.

My heart swelled again with love for this beautiful, noble Person and I prepared to accept his most intimate body extension deeply into my most intimate body cavity to declare to him my love for him. "Yes, Bull, please, take me!" I said in a low moaning voice. As I spoke he tilted his giant head and looked down at me and our eyes locked. For a second neither of us moved as we looked deeply into each others' eyes - into each others' souls. I believe that love-making unites two persons, not just physically, but in their souls. I wanted Bull's great and loving and faithful and loyal and brave and very, very masculine soul to unite with my open, accepting, trusting, receptive feminine one. What he was seeing in my eyes has never been seen by a human being. It was my true soul, bared naked and exposed to him, accepting him as its equal, its lover, its mate. He dipped his head down to me, eyes still locked on mine, and licked my face a couple of times, then rose back up and hitched his body forward so he could bring his crotch forward into contact with mine. To do so, he had to move his front legs a bit up so that they straddled my shoulders (remember how big he was and how small I am). He hopped his back legs forward, bringing his hips up between my parted thighs and making crotch to crotch contact with me.

The thick scent of my pussy had now been replaced in my nostrils by the powerful, masculine canine scent wafting off of Bull. I was looking up at his cavernous chest, poised above my face, his thick and powerful front legs straddling either side of my bare shoulders and holding him above me. I turned my head and noted the huge claws gripping my sheets on my left. His hips, though slim for him, were still wide enough that when he pressed them forward between my thighs, they forced my legs more widely apart. I spread them further and lifted my feet of the floor, resting my heels on either side of Bull on the metal bed frame where it extended out an inch or so from the box spring, so that I could hold my position. Bull thrust his penis at me and missed, his thick and slippery cock sliding up my slit, parting my labia and running up and over my clit and onto my bush. I was watching as it slid up, between my slit and when it slid, bright purple and slippery, across my red pubic hair I let out a little groan of desire for him. As he thrust, Bull was spraying thin streams of watery, clear pre-cum. The first spray had wet my pussy and the second happened just as he finished his thrust and sprayed the fluid across my stomach, some of it hitting my right tit.

I reached my right hand down, sliding it between our torsos, and gently took a hold of his penis. "Bull, sweetheart, let me guide you into me." He stopped thrusting when he felt my hand and I gently pushed the head of his cock down, pressing it between my slippery labia, until it got low enough that I felt it at my introitus, then I pressed the tip into myself, slipping my hand back out from between us. Bull stayed paused a moment, almost as if he weren't sure what he was doing, then he thrust forward, hard and powerfully, pushing several inches of his swollen penis into me. From that moment, he took control of our union, spearing himself deeply inside of me, filling me and owning me as his mate, his lover. His thrusts were powerful, violent jerks that drew startled gasps of mingled pain and pleasure from me as he humped forcefully at me, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into me. My vagina had tented, but he was banging the back wall and rubbing over my cervix on his third thrust and he didn't let up, thrusting more and more roughly and deeply into me, forcing my vagina to deepen and stretch further to accomodate the massiveness of his maleness. I could feel him swelling inside of me still even as he spurted his precum and I felt, for the first time in six months, complete, fulfilled. I noted an interesting sound that I hadn't heard with King. It was a "schlop" that occurred whenever he thrust forward, slapping our now dripping crotches together. His softly haired and warm stomach was pressing down on my flat one and rubbing on my bush with each thrust. I could also hear a slight whining growl coming from him with each thrust.

I ran my hands up the backs of his front legs, one on either side of me, to his broad and massive shoulders, and rubbed and carressed them, holding him from underneath, by the shoulders, enjoying the feel of his massive shoulder muscles bunching and coiling as he humped me. After a minute or so of steady, violent pounding, I felt his knot starting to form. At first, I noted something large passing painfully in and out of me, adding sort of a "puffing" sound to the steady, rapid "schlop" coming from between my parted legs. It was interesting, but so basic: "schlop...poooff...schlop...poooff....schlop...poooofff." The pain was significant since my vaginal entrance was already stretched quite painfully just by the size of his penis, but the much more significant width of the forming knot was causing major and sharp pain with each thrust. On the other hand, the steady banging of the head of his penis against the back wall of my vagina had begun the process of raising me to vaginal orgasm. The fluttery feeling was increasing dramatically and deep warmth was starting to spread through my stomach from my womb. During this time I laid still underneath him, letting him fuck me, gritting my teeth at the sharp pain and occassionally blinking away tears, while also interspersing the time with whispered encouragement to him and with moans and whimpers of pleasure. For a minute or so I repeated his name over and over, sprinkled with begging: "Oh Bull....Yes! Yes! Fuck me Bull....Please, deeper my love, deeper, take me....Bull....Oh Yes!" At the same time, I would raise my crotch, thrusting up to meet his thrusts from below, though it hurt my heels a bit to press down on the steel frame and it was difficult to time. He seemed to respond surprisingly well to such encouragement, thrusting harder and more forcefully when I spoke to him and when I moved to meet him. It was clear that he understood enough to know that I was welcoming and enjoying his mounting of me.

Then suddenly, the knot didn't penetrate. He thrust forward and the knot, now much larger than when it had started, lodged, part in and part out of my introitus. I let out a minor gasp of pain, and he withdrew. He seemed to pause for a moment, then thrust forward again, harder than the last time. Again, his knot lodged in me, opening me painfully and penetrating more deeply but not enough to force its way in. But he didn't withdraw this time. Instead, he paused where he was, still pressing tightly against me, and scrabbled his feet forward, trying to push it on in. The pain was blinding and I cried out again. I decided I needed to help him get in and I adjusted myself, lifting my legs up in the air above me and spreading them widely, bent at the knees, so that my legs were on either side of his massive torso. The movement tilted my vagina back some and spread my labia much more widely apart. Almost instantly, his knot passed through and into me and I gasped in pleasure as I felt it, all of a sudden, lodge behind my vaginal entrance, stuck inside me. The pain receeded quickly and I moaned in overmastering pleasure.

My body began now to fully respond and I could feel the incipient vaginal orgasm coming on strongly. Bull was still thrusting at me, though he could move very little, managing to push and back his penis about 3/4s of an inch with each thrust and withdraw. My introitus was tightly sealed around his penis behind the knot and looking down I could see my swollen and purple vulva spread widely apart and puffed out by the knot. I could also see his hairy sheeth, pressed up against my introitus with my floppy and soaked labia minora draped over it. With my legs on either side of him, his thrusts felt wonderful to me as I felt his massive, heavy muscles, rippling under his shiny black fur, against the insides of my thighs and calves as I held them gently against the sides of his torso and his heavy, hairy balls banged with each jerk against my upturned, naked ass. I felt my orgasm building and, in an ecstasy of passion, I hugged him tightly, pulling myself up off the pillows and mattress and pressing my torso tightly against his stomach and chest, my legs pressing against him on the sides and my arms, curled under his front legs and around his gigantic shoulders, pulling me up and pressing me closely to him. As I pulled up, I caught sight of my left hand, tightly gripping his right shoulder, and marveled at how beautiful my pale skin and bright red nails looked against his coal black fur. Then I buried my face in his chest, pressing it against his huge male muscles and inhaling deeply of his scent while I felt my tits pressed flat against his furred torso. He continued to move in my embrace, humping and hunching forward and I could hear his whining picking up in volume. My entire being was alive with passion and pleasure and joy at giving myself so wholely to this magnificent Person and being so readily accepted, and as I pressed myself so tightly against him, the fist wave of my vaginal orgasms began. It drove the breath out of me in a gasp, and my mind reeled, my legs jerked, uncontrollably, on either side of Bull, and a wave of spasms, beginning in my womb, traveled outward through my body, making me shake and quiver. I whimpered into his chest, "OOOooohhhhhhhhhhhhh...yessssssssss..." My vagina simultaneously spasmed, gripping down on Bull's penis and knot, which it touched at every point internally. The result was immediate: Bull finally came. Instantly I felt a powerful pulse of his penis and a jet of hot fluid being spurted inside me. Almost immediately, there was a second and third and fourth. Simultaneously, my orgasms began to take off, one after another rolling like waves out from my womb while my vagina gripped and massaged his cock. I was still holding him tightly, pressed against him and getting as close as I could to him as I accepted his seed, his sperm-rich semen being sprayed deeply inside my womb. I sobbed, tears running down my face into his fur, in passionate pleasure at being able to be here, and to be loved by this wonderful Person.

This moment was one of the four great moments of my life. At the moment that Bull came inside me, we were joined as a unified couple, and I knew that nothing could ever tear us apart. I could feel his desire, his lust, for me. Not for just any pussy, but for mine. I could feel him not just mounting me, but using his body to display and demonstrate his love of me. We were making love, more truly and more deeply and more fully than I ever had with any other Person and I was floating on a cloud of bliss, my emotional and physical states being, for the first time in a long time, united in joyful passion. I realized as I sobbed his name out over and over again against his chest, that he had stopped thrusting at me and was standing still, his penis locked inside me still depositing his semen into me. My own orgasms began to fade in intensity as I collapsed back to my back, looking up at Bull's massive chest, then down, between us, at our joined genitalia. I was coated in sweat and covered with Bull's hair stuck all over my naked flesh. I let my legs relax, and enjoyed the vision of my left foot, resting on his right hip, reveling in the color combinations of his fur, my skin and my nail polish and enjoying how tiny my foot looked against his gigantic male hip. For several minutes we lay there, Bull still continuing to deposit his cum into me, me lying prostrate and exhausted underneath him, panting from tiredness and heat, sweating profusely, and heavy-lidded with sexual satiation. I wanted to drift into sleep but knew I couldn't yet. I occassionally spoke, encouraging him and telling him how wonderful he was and how big his cock was and how much I loved feeling it inside of me.

Then he began to stir and I could feel his knot had receeded in size and he suddenly stepped back, his knot coming out of me with a minor pain and his penis following it in one long slide. Immediately thereafter, I felt semen pour out of me, and run down my slit, coating my labia and down to my ass, into my ass crack and over my anus to the towel. I rose a bit, sitting partly up, and glanced between my thighs. Bull's semen was thick and bright white, obviously full of sperm. He had stepped back and I saw his massive penis dangling between his hind legs and it registered on me that such a large and beautiful organ had been completely inside me. We are such miracles to be able to do such things. I stared at it, passion building in me again at the sight of such a sexy cock. I reached my hand down, laying back and relaxing, and scooped some of it up, taking it to my mouth and slurping it off my fingers, licking them clean of it. He tasted delicious, tangy, metalic and salty. Better than I remembered poor King tasting.

Then Bull stepped forward, between my parted legs, and began licking at my slit and the crack of my ass, licking up his sperm. I revelled in the feel of it and began to stroke my clit with my right hand and in seconds had acheived a shattering clitoral orgasm, followed moments later by another and another, while I swished the taste of Bull around in my mouth. For several minutes after I had stopped masturbating, Bull continued to lick at me and I, relaxed and sated, laid back and let him. When he had finished, he hopped up onto the bed next to me, laying down. I so much wanted to curl up inside his legs and enjoy his masculine body and sleep with him, but we couldn't. He needed to be outside the room and we couldn't be caught this way. Slowly I staggered to my very unsteady feet and stumbled to the door, opening it to let him out and telling him to go. He hopped down, looked unhappy at this turn of events, but trotted out and went to his pad.

The room was thick and heavy with our odors and the overpowering scent of sex. It was still amazing to me how well my pussy odor went with a male canine's odor and the scent of his semen. I could almost reach orgasm just from the smells in the room. I opened the small window at the top of the basement wall, to let air circulate, and pulled the towel out, rubbing my crotch with it, then laid it back down underneath my ass when I got in bed to go to sleep. I slid my right hand through my pussy slit again and brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking and licking more of Bull's semen off them as I lay down and closed my eyes. It only took seconds before I drifted into an exhausted and satisfied sleep, profound with the knowledge that Bull loved me and I loved him and we were together, his taste lingering on my tongue.

End of Part VIII

Many thanks for the new instalment, I give you an ten. :angel: :wub:

What can i say Kat except thank you and again beautifully written, you have an amazing way with words

WOW!! great well written story

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What else is there to say? Brilliant!!

What a wonderful piece of writing here. I have to agree with Collie99.......This is perhaps one of the finest pieces of work I've read here in quite a long time.

Thank you for sharing this with us and I do look forward to reading more.

A 10 has been posted for you as well. You most definitely earned it, too!

Jetsons

Part IX

I woke the next morning a new woman. You know how your friends are when they start dating a new guy? Changing things here and there for no discernable rhyme or reason because they think "he'll like it" and mooning about him and not shutting up about what he's like? That's how I was, only it was locked inside and I couldn't let it out. It is a terrible thing to love someone with everything you are and have, to give yourself entirely to someone and love them completely without reserve, and to live in a world where that love can not be acknowledged. I was developing a dual pseudo-personality: my "public" face, which was a bit racy but generally tame, reserved and proper (I kept my time as a stripper to myself - the only people that knew about it were those I worked with and those who saw me and I did not associate with any of them any more); and my real face, the one only Bull would see, where I was a passionate and expressive lover desiring to please my lover and to submit to him. Nevertheless, I had fully committed now. For better or worse, I was Bull's lover and I was going to do everything I could to make this work.

One fortunate thing was that Bull was a trained guard dog. Because of that, simple commands had an instantaneous effect on him which meant that if he behaved in a randy manner toward me in public I could head him off quickly with any of a dozen commands that he would instantly respond to. Another fortunate thing was that he was decidedly intelligent, well above average, and quickly learned and understood the clandestine nature of our relationship. Suffice it to say that there was little chance he would give us away by his public behavior.

As I swam out of sleep, the memory of getting laid by Bull the night before moved to the center of my mind, causing an immediate response in my womb and vulva. I very much wanted to act on it, but had no time. I needed to clean some of the mess up and get organized before the others woke up. I gathered the towel, stiff with Bull's dried semen, and a pillow case that had gotten wet and tossed them in the hamper. The air, circulating through the window overnight had, sadly but necessarily, cleared the odor of our sex out of the room. I had some minor pain in my vulva, the typical abrasion and bruising, though less than I had expected. I pulled on my robe and hustled down to the bathroom, where I first seated myself on the toilet and voided as much of the remaining semen as I could from inside me. Then I douched thoroughly, and took a long shower, washing the dried sweat, semen, vaginal lubricant and dog hair off of me. Again, I sort of wished I didn't have to do that. Part of me enjoyed the fact that Bull's hair was stuck on my labia; it made me feel close to him. Anyway, I finished showering, came out, let Bull out back to do his business (after kissing him deeply first by opening my mouth and pressing it to his muzzle so he would thrust his tongue down my throat - which he obligingly did, starting a little burst of warm wetness between my legs). I was surprised at how quickly he had learned and adapted to me and my physical acts. He was very, very bright.

I returned to my room and quickly dressed, pulling on blue cotton v-string panties, a matching bra, jeans, a gray Pixies t-shirt and my ever-present keds. I let Bull back inside, gave him a hug while my heart seemed to fill to bursting with his beauty and the force of his presence, then went up to the kitchen where I started getting breakfast ready for the girls. They, and I, would be starting tennis lessons today at the club: one of the perks of this job. Once everyone was up and moving, I got them dressed and out of the house and we arrived at the club for our lesson with the tennis instructor. He was a handsome, 30-something man, who clearly loved the game of tennis, and also clearly loved pretty women. He taught us all tennis, but spent an inordinate amount of time trying to correct my forehand swing by pressing against me from behind and holding my hips in place with one hand while swinging my arm with the other. He passed it off as instruction, but I could feel and sense his interest in me. The Smiths had also provided me with a club card to use to get proper tennis clothes and equipment for the girls and myself. I accepted the advice of the instructor on shoes and rackets and chose the clothes myself. I got each of us nike clothing and equipment. In my case, I got a one-piece, sleeveless short cotton tennis dress, all white, and also a micro-mini skirt, with a matching tank top, in green and made of a stretchy nylon material.

We got home around 1:00 pm and I made the girls lunch. After we ate, we went out and they swam in the pool while I lay out and watched them. Eventually, they talked me into swimming some with them which I did. Bull lay out with us, right next to my reclining lawn chair during this time, and I rubbed and stroked his massive muscles throughout the afternoon, filled with love andlust for him. At dinner that night, Lana remarked that I looked "like a flower in bloom" and asked if I liked the tennis instructor. I responded noncommitally, figuring that if she remained distracted on him, that would keep her away from the real reason I was so complete and pleased with myself.

Finally, after one of the longest days of my life, everyone was in bed and I was ready to go for round two with my new lover. I went to the bathroom, as I had the first night, and completed some basic preparations, then put my robe on, naked underneath, and left the bathroom, heading back to my room. I was interested to see what Bull would do, so I passed him, laying where he usually did, without pausing or saying anything. By the time I reached my doorway, he was right behind me. Clearly, he understood enough to reason, or expect, that he would get another chance to make love to me.

"So, you wanna get lucky, Bull?" I asked, jokingly.

He looked up at me, his big, soft, brown eyes so full of tenderness and passion that my heart skipped a beat at seeing it. I could read it in his eyes, he was as in love with me as I was him. "Come on Sweetheart," I cooed at him, "and join me for some wild sex." He trotted into the room and I closed and locked the door, and turned my radio on (I liked listening to the music, but I also felt that it helped muffle some of our noises). He stood, body fully poised and erect, head up and eyes on me, as I went to my closet and hung my robe up. He continued to watch me as I walked, naked, to my bed, throwing the covers back and laying down, then patted the bed next to me and called him up. He leaped in one bound onto the bed, his massive size dwarfing me as he stood next to me. I sat up, wrapping my arms around his thick neck, and kissed him, probing his welcoming mouth with my tongue. He kissed back. "Ooooohhh God," I groaned into his ear, "I so want you to fuck my brains out." I reached my right hand down underneath him, sliding it across his huge body, planning on stroking his sheeth and getting him aroused to make love to me. But when my hand got there, I was greated with a deliciously swollen surprise. He was already well out of his sheeth and swelling up.

"Why Bull, you horny thing you. You're already hard," I whispered to him. "That's okay, because I'm already dripping wet too." I leaned back and looked in his eys and saw it there. His normally clear eyes were clouded over with one overpowering emotion: lust. I believed I could actually see in his eyes that he was only thinking of mounting me. I rolled onto my elbows and knees, my head facing my headboard, parting my knees and arching my back to lift my ass up to expose my pussy to him for penetration. Bull wasted no time at all, instantly swinging around behind me and climbing onto my naked back. His front paws slid down either side of my naked waist, scratching me, then bent in under me, wrapping together on my lower stomach, where they gripped me firmly, while his warm, softly furred stomach and chest laid across my back and his head extended well out past mine, his gigantic torso dwarfing me underneath him and his massive weight pressing my knees and elbows down into the mattress. He humped at me, trying to thrust into me. He kept missing, mostly running his cock up the crack of my ass and onto my lower back, where he sprayed warm, slippery pre-cum onto me. I reached back between my thighs and up, eventually getting him inn my hand and, like before, he quit thrusting at me once my hand had his penis. I gently guided it to my vaginal entrance, sliding it down my slit between my labia to my dripping hole and then pressing the tip into me. Bull took over as soon as he felt me around the tip, plunging his cock forward and spearing into me with a violent thrust, catching my hand pinned between us. I managed to pull my hand back out when he drew back for his next thrust as he began to frantically fuck me.

At his first deep pentration I had let out a deep moan of desire. I was finding that I was so full of passion, both emotional and physical, for Bull that I could not restrain myself from giving verbal vent to it. The simple movement of his pure physical form was sufficient to make me swoon with sexual desire for him. I had never believed that any physical form could so move me sexually to such a state of lust. It isn't enough to say he was sexy to me. He was, but it was way more than that. To me, his body WAS sex. He was the embodiment of passion. That's how powerfully attracted to him I was physically. My groan of passion was deep and long as I felt his long, thick penis slide deeply into me, "OOoooooohhhhh God, yes. You're so big and hard and warm Bull! Fill me, fuck me.......uuunnnnnggggg.....ung...ung...ung...ung" My words faded into little grunts driven out of me in time with his rapid, violent thrusts into me.
As largely as his purple-tipped cock was already swollen, I could feel it expanding inside me even as it thrust in and out, stretching my introitus, pushing against the back of my vagina, and expanding my vaginal walls widely apart to accomodate its massive girth.

Bull's thrusts and my moans were accompanied by a "squelching" sound as his thin pre-cum, being sprayed abundantly inside me, squeezed out of me between his penile shaft and my vaginal hole. Then I felt the forming knot pop into me and out, then again. As it did so, I let out little gasps of pained pleasure, and tilted my ass a bit more to make the angle better for deeper penetration and to widen my entrance to allow him in. It pushed in and out of me several times before finally lodging inside me, with less pain this time than ever before. His continued movement merely served to push his knot forward into me, then pull my vulva out a bit as it drew back. The strokes began to affect my clit and I could feel that he had hit on my internal clitoral stimulus point - what people call the "g spot." I looked back between my legs, underneath myself, and saw a vision of sexual loveliness. His front paws were crossed on my tiny, flat stomach, pressing down on the top edge of my red bush. I could see his powerful, crooked hind legs behind me, claws firmly gripping the bed sheets, and his massive, hairy balls, swinging underneath him with his thrusts, all the way up to me and tapping my swollen, dripping vulva. My hard-nippled tits were bouncing in time with his balls and I grabbed my left nipple in my left hand, twisting and pulling it roughly. I reached my right hand back and stroked my clit once, then twice and exploded into orgasm, deeply moaning my love for Bull as I did. "OOOOOOOOOO BULL! I LOVE YOU!" My legs shook uncontrollably as the orgasmic wave swept over me. My hand collapsed, useless, away from my clit, and Bull let out a high pitched whine and I felt him cum deeply inside me, his massively swollen penis pulsing inside me and spurting his thick semen into my vagina. My clitoral orgasms, once my stroking finger had triggered them, had now begun to be driven entirely from internal stimulation and they increased in intensity. For the first 6 I counted them, then I lost count in a haze of sexual passion. Finally, some time after the sixth one, my vaginal orgasms began, and my vagina began spasming and squeezing Bull's penis, while driving the breath out of me and leaving me lightheaded and sometimes not completely conscious. I have no idea how long this process lasted, but it went on for some time, my cries and groans being muffled in the pillow in which I buried my face. When I came back to myself, the room still spinning a bit, I felt that Bull had stopped thrusting at me and was standing quietly, having, at some point, released his grip from my waist, and was standing over me, straddling me, connected to me only by his deeply embedded penis. I managed to thickly grunt out my compliments on his performance, "Oh God Bull, I so love being fucked by you. You are the most amazing lover. You're so big and hard and you take me so deeply and forcefully." He simply grunted, unmoving, above me, continuing to spurt his thick, hot semen into me, waiting to be finished. I glanced back between my thighs again and saw a thick, bubbly string of bright white semen hanging down from my dangling left labia minora, slowly extending its length until it finally touched the sheet and dripped off. I let out another groan, thick with desire, at the sight. My God, I so loved him and I so loved getting laid by him.

The emotions that filled me were complex in some ways, but starkly simple in others. They were complex in that they were a mighty combination of sexual lust and emotional love: of desire and passion; for a Person who was not human but who could fulfill my sexual and emotional needs in ways no man could. They were simple in exactly the same way. Lust and love are the most basic, earthy, animalistic sides of our beings, and they are simple in that they want what they want, without apology and without explanation. I had already made my decision about who I was and there was no going back, but sometimes, part of me still recoiled in shock and horror at the thought of it. Not only was my love wildly different from the norm, it was quite strictly forbidden socially and carried major consequences were I to be exposed. That thought always floated around the edge of my passion, a dark hue to blacken the otherwise overwhelming joy that my emotional and physical joining with Bull brought me. I wasn't actually thinking these things at the time, but was simply feeling them: analysis came later. I wasn't really able to coherently analyze at the moment anyway since my being was still being periodically rocked with minor orgasmic pulses from my vagina and all I could really sense at the time was a deeply satisfying sense of fulfillment and pleasure.

My body was soaked with my sweat, and I stuck my lower lip out, puffing up at my hair to get it out of my eyes where some of it had been flipped by Bull's chest moving over the back of my head. I looked to the side and made a new room decorating decision: I was going to purchase a large, full-length mirror and place it on my wall so I could see the bed in it when I was being mounted by Bull. That would allow me to see what it looked like from a spectator's view, which, for some reason, turned me on.... a lot, though there wasn't any chance of me intentionally letting anyone else see us together. I was super horny at the thought of the image we made when coupled together, the link and contrast of my small, smooth-fleshed and naked and pale body, against Bull's massive bulk, cut, muscular form, and dark-furred masculinity, but that image was private, for us alone. Still, I was going to get myself a mirror so I could enjoy the sight of us making love.

Meanwhile, Bull had relaxed and completed depositing his semen in my womb and, finally, stepped back, tugging painfully at me. I cried out a bit in pain, as the knot had not receeded quite enough to easily come out of me, but he pulled harder and it popped out, the long, thick length of his now-loose penis rapidly following it, coated in bright, white, bubbly semen which linked our genetalia for a moment, his hanging penis connected to my labia by a long, bubbly strand of white semen, that finally dropped off his penis first and fell to the sheets, continuing to stubbornly hang from my labia. A fairly small amount of white semen drained out of me, running mostly up and over the top of my vulva and labia and puddling in my bush as I was poised on my elbows and knees with my ass tilted high into the air. I relaxed my body, and fell to my stomach, then rolled onto my back, parting my legs to feel the cool night air on my abused, swollen and overly heated vulva and letting more of Bull's cum drain out of me, soaking the sheets further. I lay unmoving for a moment, relaxing and breathing deeply, letting my shaking arms and legs recover, and draped an arm across my face. I could smell the cloying scent of our sex, and it made me smile, exhausted and with heavy-lidded eyes, in the knowledge of our recent pleasurable actions. Bull still stood, unmoving on my right, his slowly shrinking penis still hanging loosely between his hind legs, while he panted, his large head poised above my chest, and a large drip of his saliva dribbled down onto the spot between my breasts. I lazily reached my hand over and stroked his thick neck, running my hand down and through the fur on his broad, muscular chest, my breath catching a little at how sexy and handsome he was and how completely he fit me and fulfilled me as a lover and Person. I was so full of satisfaction and love and passion that I felt like my heart would burst with joy. I looked at the clock and decided we had time for me to give him head before I had to let him out, so I crawled on all fours, unsteadily, underneath him, and gently gripped his cock by the knot, tilted it to my mouth, where I gently took it in and began to suck on the broad, purple tip and the front 3 inches, feeling it swelling in my mouth again, and tasting him and my cunt on him. After several minutes of head, I finally stopped, my mouth aching and some of Bull's semen running down my chin, neck and chest and then I did something I hadn't done before.

Bull clearly was still able to cum, so I began stroking his cock gently with my right hand while massaging his knot with my left and I aimed the broad, flat, bright purple tip of his delicious, sexy penis at my face. I also adjusted myself, sitting on my ass and knees with my thighs closed and my bush sticking up from my now hidden crotch, with my lower legs spread out from my bent knees (this position is extremely comfortable for me and my flexibility is such that I can actually fall sleep in a full split). He almost immediately shot a thick, sticky, gobbet of white cum at my face and I closed my eyes quickly, taking it in my face, just below my left nostril, where it stuck to me, a small part of it starting to run down to my upper lip, where I quickly caught it with my tongue. The warm, stickiness of it was delicious and the smell of Bull's semen, right on the skin of my face, was overpowering. I actually groaned in desire and he hitched his hips a bit, spurting another shot, this one a thicker and longer stream, at me. For several minutes I continued to stroke his cock and knot and he continued to cum on my face, and then my neck and tits as I changed the aiming angle a bit. When I finally finished, his cock dangled down, still connected to my left tit with a long, thin strand of sticky semen that draped down and finally fell into my lap, where it drained down between my thighs, puddling in the little triangle formed where my thighs and crotch joined. My face and neck and breasts were dotted and slick with Bull's dripping semen and I decided I would let as much dry on me as possible before cleaning up. I have no idea why I did this or even why it turned me on so much, but to have Bull shoot his semen into my face and onto my naked tits seemed the perfect thing for me to do and, as I said, it turned me on.

I relaxed then and laid back, exhausted. Bull proceeded to lick me quite a bit as well as himself and, after about a half hour of relaxation and some petting, I let him out and went and showered and douched and got cleaned up. I stopped on the way back to bed, and kissed Bull deeply on the mouth where he lay in the hallway. He kissed back, hungrily. Then I whispered dirty, naughty things to him in his ear and went to bed.

End of Part IX

Many thanks for continuing. :flowers: :flowers: :flowers:

i love this story and just can't get enough. would love her to get caught by the lady of the house.

Kat i love your story i had a Dog King once too i hope all is well with you Did you ever live in St louis kim

ironmick: I won't reveal what happens in the future, but remember it's a memoir so I don't change it to add excitement. It is what it is.

rodeo53: no, I never lived in st. louis.