Alternate Pleasure by George Smith © 1999
Being a widower at the age of 67, Wilhelm Geiger, a wealthy retired stock broker, had only recently wedded a blonde Greek goddess, a trophy wife, Karen, aged 23. Wilhelm (or "Willy," as Karen called him affectionately) had discovered her in a topless and sometimes bottomless bar. Their brief, but whirlwind courtship had seemingly returned a great deal of life to Willy's aging cock and shriveling balls, all of which responded regularly to Karen's almost constant attention. His Jaguar, his mansion, his bank account, and his brokerage account, plus her expectancy of outliving him made Karen willing, really most anxious, to wed with Willy, even if he couldn't get it up more than once or twice a week, and then after only a great deal of sucking. While eager to possess her sweet pussy for frequent dining at the "Y" and having her continue to suck his cock, Willy, having endured two very expensive divorces, was most insistent on having an iron clad premarital property settlement agreement, which would leave Karen only a nominal sum if they were to divorce. In return, Willy agreed to make a will leaving Karen $50,000,000.00, subject to stated conditions. Although the conditions were not numerous, the will provided that she would receive absolutely nothing if it could ever be proved that she had had any sexual relations whatsoever with another man following the date of their marriage. Instead of Karen, anyone who could prove a violation of faithfulness would be the recipient of the $50,000,000.00. Considering their respective life expectancies and that Willy had only recently suffered a mild heart attack, Karen gambled on her being able to be satisfied with only the occasional boring suck and fuck sessions with Willy.
Karen managed well with their infrequent naked sessions for about a year after the wedding. She intentionally wore herself out at the gym at least three times a week, did some jogging, and played tennis with only women partners and opponents on weekends. Nude before her full-length mirror she was proud of her still youthful figure, her tight ass, and firm breasts. Almost constantly in need of sexual release, she would masturbate before the mirror, occasionally making use of her battery-powered dildo. She was damned if she was going to risk losing $50,000,000.00 just to get a much needed fuck.
It was only then that she happened to read an article about a woman having had sex with an animal. Karen, of course, was familiar with stories about sheep herders fucking their furry ewes, but the reversal of roles with animals mounting and fucking women was a revelation to her. The woman writer of the magazine article related apparently satisfying experiences with her mastiff dog and set forth an 800 number for any inquiries. Willy had often mentioned that, for security purposes, they should have one or more guard dogs in the fenced estate. If her lawyer advised her that having sex with a dog would not jeopardize her inheritance, this could be the solution to her yearning for a more vibrant and frequent cock fucking of her cunt, which was slowly gathering cobwebs from inactivity with old, but loveable Willy.
Still full of doubt, plus the weirdness of it all, Karen hesitatingly called the 800 number and spoke with the women at the other end. The woman identified herself only as "Helen," and freely talked with Karen about her having satisfactory and frequent sex with her huge dog, "King." Helen said that she was now 67, still liked to be fucked, and that King was actually her third stud dog that had been fucking her regularly since the death of her husband some 15 years ago. Actually, she had stumbled on her good fortune quite by accident when she noticed that her first stud dog, a male collie, untrained for the task but animated by nature, had a great interest in sniffing her crotch. This had excited her so much that she had taken to doing her daily housework in the nude just to let him sniff even closer. Poking around in her crotch with his wet nose and lapping her snatch with his rough tongue, he was able to bring her off with successive orgasms. Pussy licking sessions, with Helen sitting on the sofa with her legs spread out wide, then became a regular, almost a daily, happening. As he was not particular which woman's crotch he sniffed, for fear of embarrassment and not wishing to discourage the dog from licking her snatch, Helen could no longer permit the dog to be around any of her female guests.
While sniffing and licking seemed to satisfy the dog, Helen had noticed that this caused the dog's prick to poke out from its furry shield, somewhat thinner, perhaps, but almost to the length of a man's cock. Helen, of course, was familiar with the mating habits of dogs and how they mounted their bitch from behind for fucking. Her curiosity became an obsession, and she actually had dreams about being in the nude on her hands and knees with the dog sniffing her asshole and licking her cunt from behind, then mounting and fucking her pussy doggie fashion. In her mind she queried: Why not give it a try? What was there to lose? She lived alone, so who would ever know? How could it harm anyone? Certainly the dog wouldn't complain. By God, I'm going to try it!
Helen then told Karen that she had stripped naked and then brought the original stud dog, the collie, into her bedroom. While sitting on the edge of the bed the dog had obligingly licked her pussy, giving her fantastic orgasm after orgasm. In the early stages, the dog wasn't much on licking her breasts, but this came was to come later. Then with hesitation and trepidation, the shame of it all, to be fucked by a dog, certainly no man would ever want her again, Helen went to the carpet and got down on her hands and knees in front of her full-length mirror, just the position she had seen neighborhood dogs in heat waiting for the joinder of the stud's cock in her pussy. As could have been expected, the collie approached her waiting naked ass and started sniffing about her butt cheeks and bung with his cold wet nose and tongue. Even if nothing further were to happen, the dog's licking of her asshole made the experiment a resounding success. But Helen's wildest dreams were yet to come. Helen felt the dog's paws on her back, inching up on her tender skin toward her shoulders, reminding her to have his toenails clipped if they were ever to do this shocking thing again, the chagrin of it all, and her with grandchildren. A grandmother about to be fucked by a dog. The dog's cock was now fully extended from its furry shield and looked to be at least 6" long. The view in the mirror was awesome.
It was only then that she felt the rhythmic bucking back and forth of the dog's hind quarters and the tickling of his man-sized cock between her ass cheeks rubbing her bung. Before her full length mirror she could see the dog's giant cock about to enter her cunt. There was no turning back now, and the animal's cock fully entered her juicy pussy. With thrust after thrust, the collie's fucking energy produced an immense ejaculate of dog jism, and then panic. The dog couldn't pull its cock out of her cunt and appeared to be stuck in her pussy. While enjoyable and the dog's orgasms thrilling, the question now became: How do we get separated? Certainly calling 911 was out of the question. However, after a few minutes the dog's cock relaxed and was pulled out of her pussy. With discrete inquiry, Helen learned from her veterinarian that, after fucking a bitch dog, the head of a dog's cock becomes like a mini balloon preventing premature withdrawal and the loss of any of his sperm just deposited in the bitch. This, no doubt, is one of mother nature's ways of preserving the species!
Helen told her that this was her initial discovery of animals to women sex. Although she too had heard of sheep herders fucking their sheep, it was beyond her imagination that a dog could give her so much satisfaction. After frequent fucking for five years, the collie died, of course, with a smile on his face, only to be succeeded by a somewhat larger sheep dog, which she had herself patiently trained, and now King, which she had purchased from a kennel which specialized in training dogs as women's intimate bed time companions. King certainly had the longest cock of the three and was the ultimate in pussy licking and cock fucking. Helen said that King was now in the habit of having bedroom privileges, sleeping on her bed almost every night, and that he pouted if he didn't get to fuck her. If too exhausted for fucking by King at her age of 67, Helen said that she often jacked him off and that lately she had even been sucking off his man-sized cock for the taste of his cum. King was certainly one happy canine.
By this time, the crotch of Karen's panties were sopping wet, and she was anxious to learn of the availability of the type of dogs that Helen was telling her about. This couldn't just be your average dog, that was for sure; and Karen didn't have the patience to work with an untrained dog. Helen gave her the name of the Abercrombie Dog Training School which had trained Helen's mastiff, King, and which was located only about an hour's drive from Willy's mansion. Willy was to be out of town for a weekend's business trip and didn't mind that Karen was going guard dog shopping for the security of his otherwise unguarded property. Karen's inquiries at the dog school about dogs having sex with women were totally rebuffed until she mentioned that she had been referred by Helen and that Helen was the owner of King, which had been trained by them.
The topic was suddenly opened for full discussion. Max, the director of the kennel explained the necessity of their being very discrete, as their business, if not illegal, was, at least, most private and could be embarrassing to their many wealthy women fucking-dog clients, who would sometimes bring their stud dogs back for refresher training in the art of famale satisfaction. Also, it was explained that matching the proper dog to his future mistress and Karen's proper training prior to the delivery of the dog was absolutely essential for a satisfactory long-term fucking relationship. Prices were discussed and the director told Karen that the cost could be from $5,000.00 to $10,000.00, depending upon the age of the stud, the size of his cock, and his estimated lifetime of sexual services to his mistress. In no event would any dog be delivered to her until there had been a satisfactory introduction and a sufficient number of trial matings of the dog with her. At the moment Max said that they just happened to have five fully trained stud dogs which she could have try outs with on their premises to determine compatibility. A non-refundable deposit of $1,000.00 and $200.00 for each of the five trial couplings would be required. As Karen wanted to try out all five of the canines and couldn't write a check for Willy to discover, she gave Max $2,000.00 in hundred dollar bills. She wanted no evidence of the transaction to be found around the mansion, and told him that no receipt would be required.
A private room would be provided for the initial confrontation and the remaining trial dog mating sessions. Karen's first trial stud dog was said to have been in training with the kennel master's wife and their teenage daughter for the past few weeks. Max said that such training was customary in their business, as rarely but sometimes, they came across a queer dog who had no interest whatsoever in fucking females, either dogs or women. It was also necessary to train the dog in gentleness in mounting a woman's bare back before plunging his man-sized cock into her snatch. Karen was told that any dog that she might purchase from their kennel would have to have frequent toe nail clippings on his front paws to prevent the scratching of the flesh on her back and that it might be necessary for a few days at least to muzzle the dog before having him fuck her, as a young stud dog can get very excitable during its first few fucks with a fresh pussy in a new home.
Karen then met Hilda, the kennel master's wife, and their teenage daughter, Katrina, who had just lost her cherry while training one of their dogs. Max and Hild were at least thankful that Katrina didn't have to be on the pill and didn't have to give in to the neighborhood boys for satisfaction. The three of them invited Karen to view a video-taped session with the two of them and various of the five stud dogs that were available for purchase at that time. Karen was greatly impressed with the way that each of the women greeted their dog while fully dressed, petting the animals and hand feeding it with doggie treats. Only then was the dog permitted to nose around and up their skirts that had no panties under them. The women then removed their dresses, slipping them over their heads, and sat on the edge of the bed naked with their legs spread and their pussies inviting. A viewer of the video could certainly tell that their orgasms, although numerous, were never faked. Only when the dogs seemed to have had enough pussy licking and went to lie down on the carpet did Hilda and Katrina go to the floor on their hands and knees for the fucking by the dogs that they knew was to come. Of great interest to Karen was the close-up video shots showing the length and girth of the dogs' cocks, which were at least the size of most of the cocks of men she had known before marrying Willy. All of them were certainly longer than her Willy's limp prick. The video concluded with the dogs having mounted the women's bare backs and had what surely seemed to be a satisfying fuck, that is, satisfying to the women and to the now limp-cocked dogs. Both of the dogs spread out on the carpet and licked their own cock and balls clean.
Karen was then told to go to the private room, strip naked, and wait for Max and the dog to enter the room. Karen was shocked to see the kennel master lead a two-year-old great Dane of probably 100+ pounds into the room. She was immediately impressed with its monstrous tongue, which was drooling on the carpet. Max said the dog's name was "Bosco" and that she should call it by name, tell him that he is a good boy, and pat him on the head. Bosco came across the room up to her wide spread legs exposing her eager pussy and, while she petted his head and scratched his ears, the dog familiarized itself with the taste of her moist cunt. In the midst of her first doggie orgasm from pussy licking, Karen feigned embarrassment with her being naked with Max in the room, but he explained that it was her, not the dog that needed training and that only in this way could she be a thoroughly satisfied client. Max said, "Our business survives only on discrete referrals from wealthy women, for we obviously can't advertise in newspapers. Therefore, we want only satisfied customers. If one of our dogs is ever in need of retraining, you can bring your dog back for a refresher course at any time, no charge whatsoever."
Only then was she permitted to assume the hands and knees posture for the approval of both Max and the dog! Carefully, Max led Bosco to mount Karen's back and to begin probing her ass and cunt with his man-size cock. When Bosco continued errantly to poke Karen's asshole with his prick, missing her moist pussy, Max took the dogs's 7" cock in hand and placed it at the entrance of Karen's cunt. Karen gasped when Bosco rammed the full length of his prick into her pussy and humped her vigorously in and out for what seemed to be at least ten minutes before climaxing and filling her swollen vagina with his doggie jism. As Helen had warned her on the telephone, the head of Bosco's prick then ballooned inside her vagina and he was unable to withdraw for another two or three minutes after cumming deep inside her love hole, all in all a very satisfactory mating of Bosco with his new mistress. After a few more in-house training sessions and trial matings with each of the other four available studs, which episodes were all supervised by Max, Hilda, and Katrina, Bosco was the clear cut favorite of Karen, his purchase was finalized at $10,000.00, and he went home with Karen, of course, as only a guard dog for Willy.
Unfortunately, Willy had to be hospitalized on account of a relapse of his previous heart attack. Between her frequent sessions in her bedroom with Bosco, who was already sleeping on her bed, but not yet under the covers, Karen lovingly visited Willy in the hospital daily until things suddenly took a turn for the worse and poor Willy died, leaving Karen her $50,000,000.00 and, of course, her canine lover, Willy's supposed guard dog, Bosco. Karen is now in a quandary as to whether to rejoin the dating crowd with her immense wealth or to remain with Bosco as a grieving widow, for they are inseparable and Karen has a number of things yet undone that she is anxious to try out with her wonderful fucking dog mate. Alone at the mansion, Karen has even been considering another visit to the Abercrombie Dog Training School for, naturally, the purchase of another guard dog. She fondly remembered the German Shepherd, "Bismarck," one of the four other trial dogs, who, during one of the trial sessions had fucked her missionary fashion, licking her tits, while she lay on her back on the bed. She was told that this was very unusual for a dog. Hopefully, he hadn't been sold to someone else. Her telephone call to Max confirmed Bismarck's availability for a mere $12,500.00. Her security and the need for another guard dog obviously is essential and money, of course, is now no problem. As yet she has not decided where to honeymoon with Bismarck. Her maid, who has secretly watched matings with Karen and Bosco, has indicated a willingness to keep Bosco happily fucked while Karen travels with her new lover dog. So much for the SPCA!