I don’t know what bestiality is like for most people,
but for me I had some difficulty dealing with the
morality of it. It took me a long time to come to terms
with who I was. And to be honest, that is when I truly
lost all inhibitions, let loose and really had fun.
I had at this point had experience with several
different dogs, but my last dog, Goliath, lived up to
his name. He was huge. He was a tan bull mastiff, ad I
believe I loved him most. He really had a good
Anyway, I was feeling very horny and decided for the
entire weekend I would have fun with Goliath. The
thought popped in my mind as I was sitting there
flipping through channels; nothing on, and here he was
trying to hump my arm holding the controller. We had
had sex at this point, and quite often, but this
weekend was going to be special.
I stripped off my t-shirt and got into the floor,
completely naked. He needed no encouragement and walked
behind me. His long tongue snaked inside me, licking me
to the first of many wonderful orgasms. Goliath was
exceptional. Most dogs need a little training, and even
though he was big and awkward, he was very natural.
He mounted me, gripping me around my waist with
powerful forepaws. He was bigger than I, and this made
it difficult to adjust myself for him; under him. In
effect, I think I needed training with him.
He pulled me to him. I was all ready wet with
anticipation. His cock slipped inside me and
immediately began fucking me hard. I could hear the
sound of him as he bottomed out in me, could feel the
pointy tip hitting my cervix, which is strange and for
me is somewhere between painful and arousing, for lack
of better words.
He was expanding inside me. I rolled my hips back
towards him best I could. But I could not match his
pace, and suddenly as his forepaws shifted I knew he
He exploded inside me, flooding my vagina. And I came
with him, squeezing his cock still in me. When he was
finished he slipped out of me, licked me a few good
times, and went for a drink of water.
It wasn’t long before he was back, and ready for more.
He mounted me again, and this time I was a sweaty mess.
As he fucked me now, warm dog cum sloshed inside me.
And for those who know what I’m talking about it truly
is something to experience.
Warm cum trickled from me and down my thighs as he
continued fucking me; oh the sensation of his warm cock
in me and the fur on my back mmmm. And just like that,
pistoning in and out of me, he was cumming. This time I
remember screaming. He kept pumping in and out, cock
spasming in me as my own body shook under him.
He did not knot with me either time. Again he slipped
from me, only this time he laid on his back, cock still
spurting a little. Now, I don’t know what is the norm,
as I don’t like to do it very often, but I found myself
crawling over there and taking his cock in my mouth,
deep-throating him. I swirled my tongue around the tip,
and as he spurted, some flew up my nose.
I know it sounds comical and was, but in real life
these things happen. It took me a while to regain my
composure, and by that time, he was ready to go out. I
let him out in the backyard and he did his business and
came back in. He jumped and grabbed my hips. My Gosh!
He was ready for more.
I got back on all fours and again he mounted me
slipping inside me and fucking me with reckless
abandon. This time he was thrusting much harder and I
could feel the huge knot. I rocked back trying to help
him tie with me. I could feel it move as he pistoned in
and out, more cum running down my thighs, and down my
His knot stretched me, and I could feel him cumming now
again. Hot powerful spurts deep inside me. Only this
time he didn’t pull out, but instead lay there; huge
weight on my back. I had learned to tuck my feet under
me to relieve the added weight, but he was still heavy.
An audible pop and he slipped from me, cum pouring from
I was a mess, and he was tired.
As he slept, I again was obsessed with bringing him off
again so soon with my mouth if I could. I rubbed his
sheathe, licking the tip as it became exposed. He
moaned, grumbling in the way dogs do. I pulled the
sheathe over his cock and took him down my throat. I
moaned as I sucked on him. It made me feel weirdly
powerful and perverse and that only helped stoke the
fires in me deeper.
It took a while on this try, but finally he exploded in
my mouth. I gagged, I always gag; I never am fully
prepared for it I guess. And his cock still spurting
all over my neck and chin.
I didn’t bother washing up right then. I felt dirty in
a good way. After a mid day snack, he was ready again.
All in all that weekend was just one large marathon sex
session. I paid for it the next week, as I was
extremely sore, but I treasure that weekend.