Little Girl, like I said, is an Arctic mix. Judging from her appearance and ivory-white coat, she seems to be mostly Samoyed, but is rather small for that breed. As she was coming into her heat period, the male dogs, Max and Bud, grew exceedingly more horny with every passing day.

One evening, when nothing better was on TV and Cricket and the pups were content, I laid a large, old blanket on the bedroom floor and invited Max up for a "little fun". He bounded up the stairs before me, knowing full well what was going to happen. I sat on a small stool and Max sat before me, waiting for the long-anticipated signal. "OK," I said and Max then mounted me, putting his forepaws on either side of my neck. He then began a series of pelvic thrusts while I squirted some lube on my hand. I then cupped it and placed it close to his sheath. Max felt it and bucked his hindquarters and "penetrated" my hand, thrusting vigorously in and out. In and out. In and out.

Gradually, his cock swelled larger and larger, extending to a bold 9 inches. His knot exited the sheath and immediately began to swell. With one powerful thrust, he lodged his knot on the other side of my hand, which gripped it tightly, bringing on his orgasm. He was panting hard as he shifted his weight on my shoulders, being "tied" to me. After a few minutes he dismounted my shoulders and stood with one leg propped on the arm that was holding onto his swollen dogmeat. You could tell by his expression the feeling of sexual relief he felt as he shot his load onto the blanket. Eventually he turned completely around and faced away from me, pulling in the direction he was facing. After a short time of this, I let go of his organ and he stumbled forward, then curled around and proceeded to lick his swollen red penis, indulging in the taste of his own seminal excretions. After making sure that his penis had properly returned to his sheath, I let him back out of the room. (This I do every time I masturbate my dogs to make sure that they don't have any problems with their penis after the "mating". Sometimes the sheath can roll back while the penis is retracting and cause a constriction which is very painful to the dog, and can also cut off the circulation to the extremity of the penis if left untreated for too long.)

Max is the kind of dog that enjoys masturbation (as well as intercourse, I presume) but little else. He doesn't enjoy me sucking him (neither do I for that matter), and definitely doesn't like anyone feeling around his anus. When I do check him there (at least once a month I check my males' prostates), I restrain him against a wall or fence to prevent him from turning around an biting me, which he has tried to do on occasions when I unexpectedly touched his rump. He never would intentionally harm me, but I just don't want to take chances.

Bud, on the other hand, enjoys anal penetration greatly. It was his turn next. He knew that Max had been "relieved" and as soon as the door opened, there he was, waiting for his turn. Bud and Max sniffed each other quickly and went their separate directions: Max to the downstairs and Bud into my room. Immediately, I turned Bud around and headed him for the mudroom off of the kitchen. I brought along a special case containing certain, er..., items for use with the dogs when they, um..., feel like it.

I shut the door to the kitchen behind me and went over to the old clean-up sink. There I washed the lube and Max's cum off my hand and opened the case and filled and assembled the enema bag with a decent amount of warm water, preparing to "clean out" Bud. I then lubricated the enema nozzle and hung the bag on a strategically placed coathook. Holding Bud between my knees, I attached his leash and gently inserted the short nozzle into his anus. After releasing the hose clamp, I calmly stroked Bud as the fluid flowed into him to fill his rectum, which I was to fill later with my penis. After the last of the fluid drained from the bag into Bud, I rotated the nozzle around in small circles to get his sphincter to contract, holding in the fluid. After removing the nozzle, I led Bud outside to relieve himself, which he quickly did.

We went back in and I took off his leash. I opened the door leading through the kitchen and then cleaned and repacked the enema set. I then climbed the stairs and Bud followed me into my bedroom. As soon as Bud was in, I closed the door and prepared for the fun to follow. Now, you might be disappointed in the way I work with Max (sexually), but that is about the only way you can deal with him. Luckily, Bud likes a bit more when it comes to sexual adventure, which is what he got.

Making him at ease, I had him lay on his side on the blanket and proceeded to innocently pet him and give him a massage. That way he would be less bouncy and over-eager when it came time to pleasure him (and get pleasured myself). He relaxed and melted under my hands like butter. All of my dogs enjoy my massages (Patsy does as well) and it seems to calm them whatever is going on. That's especially good when Little Girl gets upset at the noise of a passing thunderstorm (she's very frightened by loud, sudden noises).

After the massage, Bud was resting on the blanket and didn't object when I ran my hand between his legs and started to stroke his penis through the sheath. He didn't even open his eyes when he rolled onto his back and spread his rear legs to allow me better access to his equipment. And what ample equipment it is, too. When fully erect, its about 3/4 an inch thick at the shaft, 3 inches thick at the knot and about 9 inches long. All red and all Rott. As I stroked him further, his penis began to swell slightly and begin to poke out of its black-furred sheath. I stuck a couple of fingers into his sheath and moved them around, stimulating him more. Some males allow a male human to place their penis inside the dog's sheath and stroke back and forth in it as if it were a vagina, but Bud's opening isn't large enough for that, and I don't want to stretch it for that purpose. Bud just likes the feel of another being probing his sheath, that's all. If his opening was larger, he probably would appreciate "docking" (that's what sheath fucking is called).

Anyway, Bud was extending further, so I prepared to loosen his anal sphincter to accommodate my male organ. (I'm not bragging, but I'm larger than average when it comes to the thickness of my penis.) To this end, I lubricated one of my fingers and gently slipped in into Bud's rectum. When it contacted his anus, Bud opened his eyes, slightly startled, and looked at me. I removed my fingers from his sheath and petted him with that hand to reassure him as I slipped my index finger further into his rectum.

Bud lay his head back down and closed his eyes once again, signifying his satisfaction that I wouldn't harm him. I slid my finger slowly (very slowly) within his anus, allowing him to prepare for my penis sliding within him in a similar manner. This continued for a short while, then I added a second, then a third finger in a similar manner while I continued stroking his penis through the skin of his sheath. Each time I added a finger, he looked at me to be reassured that it was me who was controlling the actions (with him, you kind of have to dominate him and take charge, or he will tend to go nuts with whatever situation. If you have ever worked extensively with dogs or watched documentaries on wolf packs, you will understand that male dogs will either dominate or be dominated, conquer or be conquered, for there can only be one "leader of the pack". The actual term is "Alpha Male" signifying that that particular male controls the entire pack.).

After the third finger was added and moved within him for a time, I needed something larger to prepare him further for my large organ. I reached into the case and grabbed the medium-sized tapered vibrator I bought just to prepare my dogs to have me press into them. I lubed it and then quickly swapped the dildo for my fingers, eliciting a low groan from Bud. (A good groan, a pleasurable groan, sensual music to a lovers' ears.) His anus spread wider and easily accommodated the entire cylinder of the vibrator. By that time, he was starting to thrust into the air, ready to have all his sexual tension released.

I then had him get to his feet, the vibe still lodged firmly in his anus (no batteries, I just use it to spread 'em). With him in a standing position, I lubed one hand and began stroking him the same way I did Max earlier in the evening. He thrust with the same vigor as Max had, except that Bud wasn't clawing my back as he did so. After he had fully extended and his knot swelled in my hand, I took my other hand a began to lube my penis to make it easier for it to enter Bud's tight hole, which had a decent amount of lube already in his anus from my fingers and the vibrator. My "soldier" had been saluting since I started fingering Bud's ass, so it was waiting for its turn. The lube was cold (as always. Can't they make a safe lube that isn't cold to the touch?!?) which caused my substantial boner to wither slightly, but it soon regained its composure. With Bud lightly thrusting into my one hand, I used the other to spread the lube and to remove the vibe from Bud's ready hole. When the vibe left his hole completely, Bud turned back and looked into my eyes. His gaze said it all, "Well, go on. What are you waiting for? You know that's what I like!" Something like that. No, if he didn't want me to, he wouldn't have been standing there. Some of you know how hard it is to hold a large dog who doesn't want to be restrained. Anyway, after sliding the vibrator out of Bud's tight anus, I placed my organ at his opening, waiting for his permission. Unlike Calypso, who usually does something visible to express her acceptance, Bud just opened his sphincter which allowed the head of my penis to press into him. Gradually I slid into his tight rectal canal. Inch by inch, bit by bit. I tell you, there's nothing like it. Nothing in the world. As soon as I was completely in him, we both stood motionless, totally immersed in the feeling. No matter how many times you do this (if this is what you like to do) each time is different from others and each time to come will be different from any previous times. Its something you would never get tired of seeing/feeling, kind of like when you cuddle with a lover, human or animal.

After the brief pause, he continued his subdued thrusting and I started to slowly move within his clutching rectum, then BAM!!! Bud started coming and gripping me with his rectum (especially his stretched anal sphincter). Squirt and grip, squirt and grip, on and on and on. Now, from what I've been told, dogs almost never appreciate anal intercourse, but Bud likes it. Calypso loves it, but that's another story. Usually when a male dog does allow anal penetration, they almost never permit it to continue after they orgasm, but Bud does. As his penis started to shrink back into its furred sheath, I turned him onto his back again and continued thrusting into him in the missionary position. To better accomplish this, I placed a mid-sized hard cushion under Bud's hips to straighten out the angle of penetration. I continued thrusting and Bud continued gripping me with the muscles of his rectum. Don't ask me how he learned to do that, but he did! After a short time, I started cumming a long, satisfying load deep into his spasming bowels. Jet after jet of semen shot forth from me as I shuddered in complete ecstasy.

As I was coming down from my orgasm, I kicked my legs further out behind me and lay on top of Bud. He was still panting from his orgasm, but he started to lick my face. Grabbing the pillow and a light sheet off of the bed, I repositioned his and my legs so we could continue to lie together, this time on our sides. We lay there, me within him, him surrounding me, and I began petting him peacefully. I lifted his head and put part of the pillow under him, with me using the other half. I then tossed the sheet so it would cover us.

Sometime during the night I heard Patsy return and go into the downstairs bedroom (where Cricket and the pups were) and retire to bed (it squeaks a little). In the morning, I awoke looking into the lovely amber eyes of Bud, my withered penis still inside his anus. There we lay, basking in each other's presence, me gently stroking Bud's side under the sheet, each lightly snoozing from time to time, comfortable and completely at ease in each others presence. We spent most of the morning like that (thankfully it was Sunday and nothing big was going on) until we fell asleep again. This time when we awoke, we just disconnected and got going as if it was a normal morning, except for the fact that it was 11:00. Boys that was a time I won't soon forget.