Getting our dog on

When I was 14, my mother sent my two younger brothers and me to visit an uncle and aunt, her older brother and his wife, for a month during the summer, about 650 miles away in another state. I had been fucking Carla regularly for quite some time by then, and had a couple other friends I was having sex with at the time, so I wasn’t really happy about being sent off. Still, I made the best of it, and even though my aunt and uncle lived quite a way out of town, I managed to find a couple of local girls that were willing to fuck while I was there.

When we got back, I could hardly wait to see Carla and my other partners again, and get back to having as much sex as I could. I caught up with Carla and we lit out for our hideaway, and actually managed to make it there before I practically ripped her clothes off and fucked her.

Our hideaway was an old railroad pumphouse, about half a mile from the local station and down the side of an embankment, in the woods. It had once housed a couple of pumps to pump water from the creek below to the water tower at the station to refill steam engines, but had hlong been unused and the pumps removed. There was a heavy wooden door on the pumphouse, with a hasp on it for a lock, and we usually kept a large padlock on it to keep anyone else from snooping about. While we were there, though, we didn’t bother to even close the door, to allow for some ventilation inside while we were fucking. I had already fucked Carla, probably the fastest and most furious fuck we had ever had, and had been busy eating her pussy for several minutes, making sure she came too, when a big German shepherd mix wandered through the open door.

I was surprised and grabbed a limb I used as a walking stick to chase the dog out, but Carla stopped me and told me it was her dog, and he had followed us from her house. I had never even known she had a dog, and as she sat up on the edge of the cable spool we had been fucking on, he walked over and stuck his nose between her thighs, sniffing her pussy. I was shocked as she spread her legs a bit, giving him better access, and the dog began to lick her furry slit.

She had found him wandering as a stray right after I left, she told me, and taken him home and cleaned him up. She said she had missed being fucked while I was gone – for some reason, even though I had shared Carla with plenty of other people, she would not fuck any of them on her own when I was not there – and often sneaked out to the pumphouse to masturbate. The dog, which she had named Bowser, began following her out there, and one day she noticed he was interested in sniffing her pussy, and when she let him, he began licking it.

One thing had led to another, and eventually Carla had figured out that if she lay back with her legs spread and her pussy on the edge of the cable spool, it was at just the right height for Bowser to put his front paws up on the spool on either side of her to fuck her. He kept missing her pussy when he began thrusting initially, though, and she had to guide his cock into her. Then she said she had had the wildest fuck of her life.

As she was telling me this, Bowser was lapping his tongue at her pussy, and I could see his cock slipping out of its sheath.