Woof, Woof!

The incident occurred in the summer of 1979. As we don't really know the young man's name, we'll call him David. He was 20 years old and home from college for the summer. On the day it all began he was hanging out at the volunteer fire station, where he assisted as a volunteer paramedic/firefighter.

It was early afternoon and he and his partner Phil were in the ambulance, on their way back from a late lunch at a local fast food place, when they received a call. After acknowledging to the dispatcher that they were available, the following message came over the radio:

"Medic 352, respond to an unknown medical emergency at 1235 Cross Court."

"Medic 352 responding," Dave replied, switching on the top emergency lights, but ignoring the siren, as is the procedure for such a call.

As soon as they arrived at the scene they saw that the address was located in a new single-family-home development. Gathering their equipment, they hurried to the front door and knocked. From within they barely could make out a voice, calling out to them to come in. Cautiously, Phil opened the door, but there was no one there within the immediate area, to greet them.

"Hello," Dave called out, "Anybody here?"

A female voice responded, "In here, in the bedroom!"

Closing the door behind them, the pair walked down the hallway until they came to an open door of one of the bedrooms. What they found shocked them both; a sight that they had never seen before and wouldn't again for the rest of their lives. Inside the room, on the king-sized bed, they found a young woman, either in her late teens or just past that. She was completely naked and hunching on all fours. And as if that sight wasn't enough of a shock to the guys, to their utter amazement there was a huge German Shepherd atop the girl from behind; fucking her!

Either of the two paramedics could have been knocked over with a feather and couldn't help but to stare at the girl for at least a full minute before Dave finally managed to become the brave one.

"Did you call, miss?" he asked, hesitantly.

It was obvious that she was very, very embarrassed as she kept her head down as she spoke.

"Y-yeah, er, I did ... I er, c-can't get him out of me," she whispered. Keeping her long blond hair covering her beet-red face, she quietly, but pleadingly asked, "Can you do anything to help... ?"

With that, she looked up into their faces. Dave was truly taken in by how gorgeous the girl was; as good looking as any girl he'd seen on campus.

He later found out that her name was Sally; she was 21 years old, about 5'6" and weighed roughly 130 pounds. She had nice hips and breasts which were, he guessed, about a size 38B. Much later still, he found out that she was a true blond ... unless she dyed her pubic hair also. She had green eyes and was very, very pretty.

Kneeling there on all fours, her breasts swaying back and forth while the dog thrust his cock in and out of her, Dave thought she was simply beautiful.

By then, both of the paramedics had approached nearer to the action. Trying to ease her embarrassment, before squatting down next to her, Dave threw a quilt from the bed over the upper part of Sally's back. It draped over her sides, at least covering her breasts. The lower part of her body was already occupied by the humping animal.

Phil looked at Dave as if to see if he had any answer to how to help. His partner nodded, seeming to understand the problems involved. He took over the questioning and it was soon revealed what had happened. Although she was grunting beneath the animal's thrusts, the girl was able to explain to them that this was her first time. She had wanted to try fucking her Dad's shepherd. She got him hard by stroking him and then letting him mount her.

Because she had never done this before or seen a dog's cock hard she didn't know about or have the slightest idea what a dog's "knot" was. After he was in her this knot swelled up and she got "caught."

She first found out she was stuck when she thought she heard someone come into the house and she tried to get loose. Upon realizing her predicament, she panicked and, not knowing what else to do, she was able to reach the telephone on the adjoining night table and call 911.

Their arrival and immediate presence didn't seem to faze the shepherd in the least. As the girl looked at them in anguish, the dog kept on fucking her. It had only been about five minutes from the time that they had first arrived and all during that time he was fucking fast and hard into her, but then, suddenly, there seem to be a wild, furious, franticness. Finally, he stopped his thrusting. His tongue was hanging out and his breathing was heavy.

"I think it's over," Dave told her. "I, er, think he just came."

"I, er..." She started to talk but was too embarrassed.

"If he did, he'll come loose soon," he assured her.

Sure enough, the dog had most certainly cum in the girl. As soon as they heard a sucking sound and a 'plop', some of the liquid oozed out from inside her pussy and trickled down her thigh. Immediately after, the animal hopped off of the girl's back and down off the bed. Ignoring the two men, he left the room.

At the same time, Sally dropped her body onto her stomach and then shifted about to get off of the bed and stand. As she maneuvered the quilt around so she could stay covered, Dave not only got another look at her wonderful body, but also caught sight of that dog's cum running down her thigh. 'What a turn-on!' he thought.

He realized that he not only had a tremendous hard on from the whole episode, but now that he could concentrate and move, he also realized that he was very wet inside his pants.

There was a long awkward silence between the paramedics and the young woman. It was obvious to them all that the men were no longer needed. After assuring her that they would not be making any report, Dave and Phil clutched their equipment, said their goodbyes and turned and left.

"Thanks so much." They heard her soft embarrassed voice as they walked away and she followed them to the front door, where she let them out.

Once they were out in the open air, she closed the door behind them and they heard the deadbolt lock being snapped.

The two men stared at each other with the same look of amazement that they held since they first walked in on Sally. Finally they left her porch and got into the ambulance.

As Dave drove away, the first thing that Phil said was, "That was weird!" An understatement if ever there was one.

Yet, though neither would admit it to each other, both of them had been totally 'turned-on'; more than at any time in their lives.

All things considered, Dave was never the same after that incident. During the following two weeks, the vision of the girl on all fours, getting fucked by a dog, kept running through his head. He pictured the animal thrusting and panting, Sally's breasts swaying back and forth and the totally lusty look which had overtook her face. Every day ... all day long ... his mind kept returning to the memory.

He was becoming overwhelmed with the pictures in his head, and obsessed with the thought of seeing her being fucked with that dog again. He felt that he just had to see it one more time, before he returned to school. He was in the final week of his vacation.

On Thursday morning, while beginning to pack some of his clothes, he made a decision. He only had four days left at home, and he felt that he'd never forgive himself later on, if he didn't at least give this a try now.

He hopped into his beat-up Toyota and headed for Cross Court, continuously calming and convincing himself that it would be all right. Still, he was very nervous. He had never been so bold to approach a stranger, and this was an even more extreme situation. Hell, it was bordering on breaking the law! He actually drove by the house a couple of times before he was able to stop.

He parked his car across the street from number 1235. Refusing to allow his jumpy nerves to dissuade him, he sucked in his breath and alit from the car. After slamming the door shut, he stared over at the house. Gathering his nerves one last time, he walked over to the front door. Taking a deep breath he rang the doorbell.

The door opened and there she was, in bare feet, cutoffs, and a baggy shirt.

"Yes?" she asked, her eyes not showing a hint of recognition.

Dave's heart was pounding as he struggled to pull himself together. He had been hoping that Sally would remember him, but now it seemed as if he'd have to try an opening he didn't expect.

"Er, Hi," he began and then stammered through the introduction. "I, er, was here er, a, er couple of weeks ago ... I don't know if you remember ... you, er, your dog -- I, er was one of the, er paramedics who was here..."

At this revelation Sally immediately turned beet-red. He watched her face as the confusion seemed to turn to anger, and with a frown on her forehead she started to close the door on him.

Seeing the door start to move and guessing her intentions, he blurted out, "Wait! I don't mean anything bad. I, er, only came by to make sure you are okay." The door stopped. "I wanted to see if there were any after-effects to, er, your, er, ordeal, you know?"

Her expression softened a little, as she peered through the crack in the door.

"I -- I'm fine," she said, adding, "Is that all you wanted?"

Although she sounded very brusque, Dave sensed some hesitation in her attitude. He realized that it was now or never.

"Well, ah, to be honest -- no," he started, and watched her eyes as she looked with curiosity. Then, afraid that he was going to lose that attention, he blurted out, "I just, er, to be honest, I've been thinking of you since that day ... I er, well you know, you are, I think -- incredibly attractive." Her eyebrows went up with that. "And I, well I've just been so 'turned-on' by that whole event."

There, it was all out!

Sally paused a moment as she continued to peer through the partially closed door, for long moments before she finally asked, almost in a whisper, "How 'turned-on' did you get?"

He grinned sheepishly. He didn't know how free he could be with his words, but he made a calculated judgment based on what she had done and how he had seen her in his presence and he spoke up, "To be honest, 'turned-on' doesn't begin to describe what I've been going through. That day I had a hard-on until I went to sleep at night. And since then I can't stop thinking of you and then, and with only a few days left before I go back to school, I just had to come see you."

For what seemed like forever to Dave, Sally paused with her hand at the door. Finally, she smiled a bit more and to his excited relief, she opened it up further again, and spoke, "I -- guess you want to come in?"

In seeing her initial reaction, he was taken aback by this turnabout in her attitude. As she backed into the house he followed her, his heart continuing to pound so hard that it felt as if it would pound through his chest. When he closed the door and followed her into the living room, she pointed to the couch and softly spoke, "Why don't you have a seat?"

Dave was nervous and unsure of himself as he sat down. He managed to allow his eyes to take in her beauty once again and he had to swallow to bring some moisture to his mouth.

"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked and he wondered if it was possible that she could tell how she made his mouth dry.

"Do you have a coke?"

She nodded and turned to go to the kitchen. As Dave heard her opening the refrigerator a visitor came strolling into the room to look him over; Sally's German Shepherd came walking by, panting; its tongue hanging out of its mouth. Right behind the animal came the girl, carrying his coke, which she handed to him and then sat at the other end of the couch.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes the young couple acquainted themselves to each other, starting with names and other pleasantries, and escalating to their school situations and a bit about each family and what they were doing for the summer. It was during this time that he found out her full name, age, and more. She also told him that she had just graduated from Penn State (majoring in psychology) and was spending her last summer with her parents before she went off to work somewhere in California.

It was soon becoming obvious that Sally was becoming very comfortable around this guy, whom she found very attractive ... a real hunk!

Dave had no way of knowing at that time, but in these last two weeks, she had become a completely different girl; one who lost much of her sexual innocence. The secret times with her dog had awakened feelings in her that she never knew existed.

Sitting alongside this guy now, she kept steering the conversation back to sex. At first he didn't pick up on this and would quickly change the subject but when he saw that she wasn't afraid to talk about what had happened, his excitement increased.

"I'm not sure that I understand," she said innocently enough. "Why were you so 'turned-on' by what Max was doing to me?"

Dave wasn't sure how to respond, or even if he knew how or why he got 'turned-on'. He started to try explaining but couldn't get through it. Finally he settled for a mumbled child-like, "I just was..."

Sally smiled. She didn't know why she felt so comfortable with this guy, but she did. Perhaps it was the secret they shared that created an air of exhilaration; she wasn't sure. She just knew that she suddenly felt daring around him.

Deciding that she wanted to see his excitement rise, Sally patted her hand on the couch and suddenly the dog jumped up, lying down between them; she scratched its head.

Looking over to Dave, their eyes met and held. It seemed as if she was calculating whether to make this next move, or not. Then, a new look came to her face; almost as if a decision had been made.

He watched her swallow nervously and then heard her soft words as she asked, "Have you -- Did you ever see a dog's cock get hard?"

Dave had been aroused enough by then that upon hearing her words, he hardened. He nodded, and hesitantly spoke, saying, "I used to have neighbors who used their dog for stud several times. Twice I saw it happen."

As he was speaking, Sally had begun rubbing the side of the dog which, upon feeling her hand, rolled over on its opposite side. The dog's breathing began laboring as the girl's hands moved on him. As Dave watched, she began rubbing the animal's tummy and, after first looking up into Dave's eyes, she then moved her hand down to the dog's cock sheath. Wrapping her fingers around it, she started stroking it up and down while the man watched; his excitement increasing. It didn't take a minute before a pink tip started poking out, getting longer and longer, until it was longer than Dave's, himself.

"Would you like to watch?" she asked.

He cleared his throat and stammered, "Y-yes..."

"I've gotten better at this since I last saw you," she told him.

The excitement was secretly building up in each of them as they both felt a warm magnetism between each other.

Sally shifted about and as Dave watched, she slowly but deliberately moved off of the couch and stood, never taking her hand off of the animal's sheath. She was then in a position where she was able to lean over and feed the canine's throbbing cock into her mouth with her hand.

Dave stared in amazed fascination. He just sat there and stared, his mouth hanging wide open and his cock hard as a rock. As he watched, Sally proceeded to give the dog what looked like to be, a wonderful blowjob ... one that Dave himself would have loved to receive. Her mouth worked up and down on Max's cock.

After a few minutes of this, Dave watched as the animal's knot began to swell up. Then Sally stopped bobbing her head up and down and suddenly Dave realized that the girl was swallowing over and over ... It suddenly dawned on him that the dog was cumming in her mouth!! And she continued to suction and swallow. Wow!!!