by Robin

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, Zoophilia, Humiliation, First, Anal Sex, Bestiality, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: A couple who discover shared joy.

Let me make it absolutely clear before I start with this true tale, I am not in anyway gay. I have never wanted to be fucked by another man or even thought about getting intimate with a member of the same sex. Sure, I love watching two women going at it, in fact, I derive great pleasure from seeing a couple of girls suck and fuck each other; tongues and fingers going to work. Breast to breast or sixty-nine, I don't mind. It's a male thing I guess, though I am not sure what the girls think. It's okay if they are inclined toward same sex, I suppose. I don't think seeing two men going for gold has the same effect on a woman, but again, I haven't asked. I digress.

So, the fact that I am not gay established, what would compel me to enter into a session with a dog? I have often wondered that to myself. The best I can come up with is that I love watching. There is a large part of many men that is voyeuristic. Visual stimulation is often all a man needs to get going. Be it two women together, a man and woman screwing the eyeballs out of each other or indeed, a woman with a dogs cock in any of her receptive holes.

It isn't quite the same for the female of the species. Stimulation for a woman is not usually visual, more a direct approach, like finding herself in a situation and going with the flow. I am voyeuristic. I freely admit it. Give me a good quality video or film and I will show you just how aroused a man can get from just visual images. Recently, I was given several videos involving a neighbour of mine with her dog. She would be mortified if she knew that her partner was peddling them. She is quite a nice looking girl with a trim figure; nothing really special, but just the type that, if she flirted, you would try and take her up on it.

Their dog is a mixed hound. Part Dalmatian and part Irish Wolf hound. The result is a shaggy looking white and black spotted dog, quite a bit taller in the shoulder than a Dalmatian, but not as hairy or big as an Irish setter. Needless to say, he was big enough in all departments. Judging from the video of him humping Sally's arse, I would have guessed his cock to be about nine or ten inches in length with a knot the size of a tennis ball.

Unlike many of the clips I have found on the net, this animal knew how to use his equipment. No searching around for the right hole, just straight onto her back and cock right into her cunt first time. It was also obvious from the scenes that he really enjoyed getting sucked off by her luscious lips. The film was a compilation of sessions. In some of the short clips, she would be on her knees getting rammed and reamed by the animal. In others, she was giving head to the hound as he stood, swallowing him to his knot and doing her best to gulp down his emissions. There were a few of the dog laying on its back while she mounted him, but I found these to be less satisfying in the visual sense as well as for the dog.

To meet Sally in the street, you would never think for one moment that she indulged in sexual games with her dog. Always, she would be immaculately dressed, her hair would always be just so and when she spoke to relative strangers; there would always be an aloofness about her manner of speech. But, now I know different, just like any other ordinary person, she has her little likes; getting fucked by her dog being one of them.

As I said, the tape is made up of several sessions and in no particular order. John, her partner, hadn't attempted to edit the tape, just faithfully recorded the episodes as they happened. You can imagine the quality of some of the scenes; camera shake features largely, possibly from knocking one off the wrist while filming. Several of the clips had them both in the frame, the dog and John, double-teaming on Sally. Scenes where either John was down her throat while the dog was shafting her from behind or vice versa. In every case though, the dog would produce copious amounts of seminal fluid, always more than she would handle. It either dribbled down her neck or sprayed from her beautiful cunt, often hitting the lens of the camera.

But one scene in particular, stood out. Jasper, I think that was the dog's name, had been humping her cunt, but hadn't tied with her. Cum was dripping from her, mingling with the clipped pubic hairs on her pouting pussy. Jasper had retired, leaving Sally and John to finish up. She was working on his cock, giving head like a professional, John obviously loved every smooth stroke of her tongue and lips, he would not be able to stand too much more. Suddenly, Jasper obscured the camera. The next thing I could see was Jasper mounted on Sally, she was still giving John a good old-fashioned blowjob. Nothing out of the ordinary until Sally screamed around John's cock. Jasper had entered her, but instead of his usually infallible aim, he had jabbed his dick straight into her arse and was going for broke.

All nine or so inches had penetrated her, but being positioned as she was, there was nothing she could really do about it. Jasper had clasped her waist and he had joined with her in a really unnatural way. The camera angle could not have been better positioned. I had a full view; Jasper fucked her arse while she descended into moans in time with the dog's thrusts. The knot banged against her tailbone a few times. I remember thinking that it had to hurt like hell, and then it slipped through her sphincter and disappeared into her body. Jasper yelped and thrust involuntarily, pumping his seed deep inside her. The extra buzz that John got from this frantic episode was too much and his own seed filled her at the other end.

For the first time on the tape, she and Jasper were well and truly locked. Her muscles had contracted around his knot, locking him into her. Jasper tried to get away, but only succeeded in turning around so they were arse to arse. Sally was gasping from the feel of this huge ball inside her and John's cum that had passed the point where she could spit it out. It didn't last long before she regurgitated his spend. Several times on the tape, she would swallow either of their emissions, but the added excitement or pain, was too much for her stomach to take.

Jasper managed to extract himself with an audible pop leaving her arse gapping open and what looked like gallons of cum rushing out of her. Sally was crying while John was trying to comfort her, saying sorry and patting her hand. She told him not to be so fucking stupid, and that that is how she wanted it from now on.

Anyway, that is pretty much how the tape went. I admit, I really enjoyed watching Jasper fuck Sally into the next week and was amazed at how accommodating a human body could be. It was then that I wondered what it would have felt like. I couldn't imagine having something like that shoved into me. I couldn't imagine how it must have felt when the dog's knot slipped into her and his cum flooding her intestines.

I admit that the idea intrigued me. So much so, that I experimented with one of my wife, Jenni's dildos that night. Firstly, making sure that I wouldn't get disturbed; It would have been just too embarrassing to try and explain why I had this fucking great big pink piece of rubber stuffed up my behind.

I ran a bath, liberally applied KY jelly to my anal passage, and then, carefully inserted the pink monstrosity up my arse. Apart from pressure on my bladder, the feeling was something of an anti climax. Even using my imagination, which I am very good at, and pulling the thing in and out of my shitter, I was unimpressed. I couldn't get a hard on with the thing in place and quickly became quite sore. I admit to having a first class wank after relieving myself of the rubber assault truncheon, but that was with the mental picture of Jasper fucking my arse as he had with Sally.

Over the next few weeks, I tried on several occasions, to derive some kind of pleasurable experience using several of my wife's toys. Some of them were better than others, but by and large, not much was to be gained from doing it.

I got to the point of being bored with attempting to get some extra sensation and gave up on the idea. Besides, screwing the wife into the bed felt really good and she could do for me what no other rubber toy could. Apart from watching the tape occasionally, I forgot about getting fucked in the arse for quite some time. Instead, I found other visual and actual stimulants. That is another story for another time.

Years went by. We moved once or twice, always my job dictating my location. We left London behind us and moved to the coast where I was now Director of a construction company. Life was good, plenty of money, nice house, cars and so on, all the stuff that goes with the position. We would have liked a few kids, but one of us it seemed, was unable. Just as well I suppose, kids have a tendency to stifle the romance of living and fucking. I digress again.

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