Chapter 2

Hello!; I’m Elaine Richmond,

I was over sixteen when I first realised that I could be sexually attracted to a certain kind of dog.

A sizeable smooth-haired handsome well-bred kind of dog.

In a way, I consider myself well-bred.

Our house stands in a select part of town where my father runs his consultancy practice.

Mother runs a department at the university which I’m due to attend before long.

I’ve had the same boyfriend since I was fourteen; Gerald.

His parents have always known mine and plan for us to marry after we graduate.

We’ve progressed sexually in a respectable fashion; avoiding any penetration other than a French kiss.

Gerald is gentlemanly; but I get sexually frustrated.

At college I get a lot of attention from guys and a lot of propositions.

Some of the propositions I’m tempted to take up; yet dare not.

Instead I lay in bed masturbating over them.

Recently I managed to get a small vibrator off the internet.

But I yearn for a real cock.

Upon discovering there was a bus, that went out of town to the big country park, a vision of some freedom beckoned.

It offered a simple form of escape however short-lived, from the pressures of being a teenager at home.

I announced I was taking up jogging at the park as a pastime; much to my parent’s approval.

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It’s odd but stepping from that bus at the country-park and setting-off in my sport-togs I felt sort of invisible.

I wasn’t that college-chick anymore. I’d became something else, with a sense of isolation and anonymity.

Then the steady rhythm of jogging; a kind of spiritual cleansing from the clutter of home-life.

At the end of that first jog while I relaxed at the park-centre café, I knew I had found another side to my life; a fresh mentality which was stimulating.

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It was on my second trip to the park, that a new sensuality was triggered within me; by a handsome dog.

He stood proudly watching me as I jogged towards him and it struck me how sexy he looked.

He was in his prime and clearly masculine; packing a prominent cock between his legs.

But most of all, I could sense he fancied me.

My snatch stirred and for once here was an admirer I wouldn’t have to spurn.

Upon reaching the dog I paused to fondle him, while chatting to the man with him...

but I felt a physical attraction for this animal.

Then sitting on the bench next to the man, I fondled the dog further feeling a growing sensuality.

I suppose it was just a few moments I shared with that man’s dog before I was jogging off along the trail;

but not before I’d agreed to join the pair of them at the cafe later after my jog.

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I duly turn up at the café after finishing my jog and saw the man was good to his word!

They were sat outside at a picnic table!

We greeted each other; exchanging names with humour.

His name was Joey and the dog was Captain. He often called him Cap though.

Then he offered to get milk shakes if I minded Cap.

Being alone with Cap, I was able to caress him more intimately.

As my hands ran through his warm fine coat I was filled with a heady sensuality I’d never felt with Gerald.

Within a few moments his cock began to emerge from its sheath! Gerald was just about done for now.

My snatch fizzed with excitement but I abruptly ceased; so we could both cool down.