It would appear that dogs have been our friend (and lovers too, I'm sure) since time immemorial. Scientists say that since their split from wolves about 135,000 years ago, dogs have been an integral part of our social and cultural development. They were our partners in evolution, following us from hunting/gathering to agricultural societies, from farm to suburb. To understand humans, geneticists are turning to dogs, says a recent New York Times article. It is no wonder then that this bond of friendship, which has withstood the rigid test of time, has evolved into bonds of sensual love, as evidenced by the sexy experiences detailed in this site.

And that probably explains why the intimate love that my dog and I share seems so natural and right. But before I describe my first experience with Timmy, my first canine lover, allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Beverly. A few years ago I had given up my CPA career to be a "full time" housewife and mom. Believe my, I don't miss those tiresome capital gains/loss calculations, etc. one bit and my conversations have changed from discussions of K1s to K9s! I am 32 years old, am considered quite attractive, with long blond hair, green eyes, and a figure made "svelte" (so described by one admirer!) by the rigor of treadmill and sex!

When my son started kindergarten last year, my husband suggested, among other things, that I get a pet, more precisely, a dog, to relieve the boredom that may descend on an energetic and restive housewife. I agreed. Since I have never owned a dog before I did some quick research on dog ownership responsibilities etc. (As you probably know, there is a bewildering amount of canine information out there...one is absolutely deluged! -we do have an inordinate interest in dogs!). After a few days of dog hunting we eventually settled on Timmy, a huge Great Dane, who appeared to be very intelligent and cheerful.

Timmy and I became very attached. I fell in love with him immediately. He became my second shadow. I talked to him. I confided in him. He, of course, is the best listener in the world. He seemed to understand every word I say and responds to every nuance of emotion that I may express. Our love blossomed by leaps and bounds. But our attachment was not only emotional. It was also physical (at least on my part).

From the moment I saw his big, gorgeous penis protruding from its sheath, my mouth watered in lust. But I held back. I did not want to startle him. I wanted him to trust me completely before I tried anything. Also, a terrible inhibitory factor initially was, of course, the societal imposed prohibition for such mating. I vacillated between the overwhelming urge to wrap my hot lips around his red shaft and the "morality" issues involved. But I satisfied myself, whenever we were alone, by hugging and kissing him (yes, on his mouth) in the most intimate manner and brushing my hot hands lightly on his manhood, getting him used to such fondling. The unquestioning passion that this huge animal has for me, his exuberant displays of affection, were terribly intoxicating, goading me towards a final melting (or more appropriately, boiling) point.

And it happened one day (about three months after we got him) after I had a few of drinks during lunch with a girlfriend. She was especially funny that day, describing the travails and trials of her work situations with biting and admirable wit. I went home alone, feeling very tipsy and uninhibited.

Timmy bounded up to greet me, lavishing his usual passionate kisses on my face and lips (on his hind legs, he is as tall as I). I flung my handbag away, wrapped my arms around him and returned his kisses with equal fervor. He lapped at my opened mouth. At one point I almost swallowed the entire tongue as I tried to suck it. It tasted of some sort of exotic eastern herb. He is the best French kisser there is, I discovered. His tongue continued to lave my mouth, growling deeply and sexily. I tightened my arms around his "shoulders" clinging for dear life.

We finally collapsed onto the floor, my arms still passionately entwined around his neck. I drag myself away and rushed unsteadily to the bedroom, tearing off my clothes as I go. Timmy followed closely at my heels, growling endearingly. I flung myself on the bed on my back, pulling off my panties just as Timmy jumped on the bed over me. He continued to lick my face. I was on fire. My only thought, more like instinct, was to get fucked by this beautiful animal. My lust intensified as I got a quick glimpse of his engorged purple cock partially protruding from the sheath.

I held on to his head as I pushed him down from the bed, positioning his head towards my boiling-to-overflow pussy. He went right to it, finding my sensitized love button right away. I was vaguely surprised that he knew his way around my intimate parts. Maybe he did this before. Or maybe he is genetically predisposed to respond this way to women seeing that he's been living with us for 135,000 years!

I flung my legs wider, giving him better access. His raspy tongue found my asshole for a moment. Electric currents of pleasure shot to my brain. His tongue found every crevices of my soaked pussy. My clit was on fire. My pussy was simply oozing with cum. I screamed in pleasure, urging him on. He was growling and moaning deeply and gutturally. He seemed to be energized by lust. My eyes were glued to his mighty tool, almost fully extended now, swinging lustily between his legs. It must have been 10-11" long. God, the size seems just right for me, right now! The urge to be filled by that purple log was overwhelming.

I flipped over to my stomach, slid off the bed and got into a doggie position under him-in front of the bed. He jumped off the bed and instinctively draped himself over me, covering me with his giant body. He grabbed my waist with his front paws, haunches arched in classic doggie position, trying desperately to get into my body. I reached behind me, grab hold of that massive member and positioned it at my now gaping hole. I gasped as he entered me. My first thought was that his cock was like a fiery poker. It was so HOT! He grabbed me tighter as he positioned himself for greater entry. After a few tentative jabs, he fucked the whole 11" inches of dog cock up my pussy. God, he felt HUGE! His cock was now pistoning my ravaged pussy like a locomotive engine.

Fast and furious. What enormous stamina he has, I thought. I was in delirium as he relentlessly plowed his organ into me. I had enjoyed sex before but nothing like this. This has to be the zenith of pleasure. My arms felt weak as I grabbed the bed for support. I felt his massive knot hovering at my entrance. Fuck! It's too big, I can't take it. But he was relentless. I relaxed my pussy muscles as my lips gradually expanded to accommodate him. But I still screamed as that massive ball finally gained entrance. I was filled to capacity. The pain! But mercifully, waves of pleasure soon subsumed that initial sting. Glorious, glorious, pleasure. He tightened his vice-like grip as he continued his furious pace. I reveled in his relentless fucking. He must have fucked me for about half hour before I felt his organ swelled as he shot his scalding semen into me. It was like a dam bursting. I was slobbering with ecstasy as his hot juices poured into me. The pleasure was indescribable! After one last deep thrust into my unnaturally expanded vagina, he dismounted. We were now tied, butt to butt. Spiritually and physically tied. We bonded for another 45 minutes. When he finally released me, I fell into a deep, satisfying sleep. I have never been the same again. I am now addicted to his wonderful cock.