My first Time_(55)

My first time

(a dog’s initiation)


“Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday”

The old dog lowered his greying muzzle onto his forepaws, eyes unfocused and milky with cataracts. His ears hung like limp washing, a sigh escaped from relaxed jowls as he recalled the memories. What had been brick-red fur was now faded, but offered warmth and protection to the young pup, who listened and waited for his mentor to relate the tale.

“We were a family pack in those days, an Alpha male and Female, a male who had seen about ten seasons, a female of about twelve seasons and an older female who had seen perhaps sixteen or so. We lived someplace else then, in a huge house out in the country with loads of land and trees.

The Alpha male spent a lot of time away from the pack, but when he was with us, he often smelled of alcohol and several times of other females. He pretty much ignored me except on a few warm nights; we’d sit on the back porch and watch the stars rotate, not saying anything, just sitting. He went away one day and we never saw him again, guess that’s why we moved.

Things were different after we got here. Alpha female spend hours alone in her room or going for walks that had no direction. I often tagged along to keep an eye out for her. She met men and almost always ended up mating with them. She had been faithful to the alpha male up to then.

Anyway, we settled down to a routine and got used to the new surroundings. Alpha female hooked up with a new Male, he moved in. He was okay I guess, but seemed to have this wariness of me. I paid him no mind though, just kept to myself for most of the time. The kids had far too much exploring to do to be interested in me, so I drifted along and fended for myself much of the time.

Then one day, things took a turn for the very weird.

The Older female child had been seeing this guy for a little while. They rutted every time they met almost, always sneaking off to the barn or her room and fucking their brains out. They sure do things in some funny ways. I was amazed to watch her clean his cock off many times. Sometimes she would do it before they fucked. Never did work that one out.

But I am wondering.

Anyway, this day, she came screaming into the house; loads of crying and tears, things being thrown around and broken. I thought she had gone loco at first. Then she quietened down and just sobbed into her pillow. I was confused at her behaviour, but decided that she was just angry about something. These females do that you know, scream and shout, smash things and then end up bawling their eyes out before going sullen for days on end. Figure that if you can.

Anyway, I thought she might like a bit of company, so I just sat there for hours, just watching her. Some time later, she sat up; her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. She dug out a box from under her bed and started to look at the pictures inside.