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This is how it all got started. Hope you like it.

I was always fascinated watching dogs lick their erections, wondered why humans weren’t given the ability too, but was never interested in dogs sexually until my Dad accepted a weimaraner, a beautiful stud named Jones, from a friend who moved into an apartment. One weekend in summer we were sent a bitch in heat for him to cover. My dad told us to watch, which we all thought was stupid, all but me.

After humping the bitch Jones jumped off and stood ass backwards grinning at me and my friend Lars. Dad pulled the sheath back for us to see, all pink and slick. There was another couple of inches that Dad worked in and out of the pussy until the knot finally slipped out. Jones had eight inches on the other side of a knot as bid as my fist. I was thrilled by it and so hot I rubbed Lars’ cock in the garden before he made me stop and went home. Next weekend I tried again to get Lars hot, talking about the dogs, rubbing myself, then him.

When he wasn’t interested I went home, half crazy. On the way I met our neighbor’s white German Shepard bitch. In the dark under a clump of trees I pulled out my cock and tried to enter her, but after a few tries she ran home. At home I went in by the back porch. Jones was on his huge round bed licking himself. He jumped up when he say me, his huge pink cock hanging out so ripe and raw.

I sat down on his bed and called him over. He licked my face, and I touched the sheath below the glistening pink organ, feeling it hard inside its furry cloak. He licked himself, then my face, then himself again, then me again. I checked to see that no one was around, then pulled out my dripping cock. Jones immediately licked it. The sensation was sublime. That huge meaty tongue wrapping itself around my throbbing cock was heaven. I stroked Jones again and felt just the beginning of his knot under the sheath.

Lying on my side, propped on my elbow I studied the giant pink tool, rubbed my finger along it, spat into my thumb and index finger and slid back and forth along the entire shaft. I was stirred out of my stupor by Jones licking my cock again. I squeezed the whole shaft of my meat to milk out some precum, but before I could smear it over my cock head, Jones licked it all away. Ah, Jones, I whispered. Give ma a chance.

Jones curled back to me and his meat, licked first my face, then his cock. I leaned closer, shivering. Again Jones licked me, and I opened my mouth, then his cock, then my mouth and I stuck out my tongue. My heart was racing, and my cock was dripping. I got close enough for Jones to lick himself and my mouth at the same time, or so it seemed.

Then my tongue reached out and touched Jones, just the side of his magnificent, prized organ. He licked himself again, and his tongue pushed the raw hot cock into my mouth. Just the tip. I panted, let my lips fold over it, my tongue explore its smoothness. It felt hot in my mouth. Slowly I swallowed more and more down to the smooth-furred sheath while I grabbed my cock. Jones licked my prick head until I came, wads of it all over the place. He quietly cleaned every drop off me, his bed and his fur before I went up to bed.

In bed I couldn’t sleep, got up and went to the bathroom for some Vaseline. I smeared it over my ass and fingered myself, all hot again thinking of Jones. When everyone was asleep I crept back down to the porch, took off my pajama bottoms, and lay next to our prized stud. I massaged his penis which took no time to respond. I stripped back the sheath to expose his huge sex organ. He licked my cock, and I took him in my mouth again, deep. It was so beautiful, smooth and hot. When he licked my ass I nearly came.

That big meaty tongue between my ass cheeks, shit, it was so wonderful, I knew what I was going to do. With racing heart I got on all fours, licked Jones cock and turned around, spreading my ass to him. He jumped at me instantly, the perfectly trained stud. He grabbed me in a leg lock and entered me so quickly I pushed him back, but not all the way out. When the pain subsided I let him in, more and more, until he could have me as he wanted me.

Man, he pumped me like the pro he was. For a long time I just hung there, my ass in the air, my head hanging between my arms, mouth drooling. He pounded me long and deep until he knotted. I felt triumphant, like a king, or queen, like a real bitch.

This huge wad of meat in me, filling my ass, and then the squirting, giant jolts of hot dog juice streaming into me. Then he jumped off and we stood there, locked together. I savored the knot for a long time until Jones slipped out. Ever since then I wished men could knot me too. Every once in a while I get myself of good stud to do the job for me.