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Laying in my bed, I had just woken up from a very arousing sexual dream. I could feel the tension in my body needing a release. I turn on my night lamp and reach down and open the door to my night table and bring out my favorite dildo.

I throw the blankets off my naked body, and accidentally throw them over my dog, Sal, waking him up as the blankets hit him. "Sorry Sal," I say, "I did not mean to wake you," and I reach over and give him a pat on the head. Sal moves over closer to me for more attention. "Sorry Sal, I have a need that I have to take care of, but you can watch if you like", as I smile at him and a thought starts to form in my head.

I lay back down with my dildo in my hand and start caressing and rubbing my clit with the tip of it. I spread my legs farther apart as I feel my body starting to respond to my actions. I insert the dildo into my hot wet pussy and start thrusting it in and out slowly. I take my other hand and rub my clit and hard knob of pleasure. I feel the pressure in my body building as I continue these motions, and my mind wonders to thinking of how nice a tongue would feel down there right now.

All of a sudden, a tongue is there, a long, raspy warm wet tongue licking me and my fingers. I suddenly sit up a bit and see Sal. Its his tongue that is licking me, and it feels very pleasurable. "Hey Sal," I say. "That feels good, I think I will let you continue, I was hoping you were going to help me out." So I remove my dildo and fingers, and let Sal take over and finish the job that first my dream and then my self started.

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Let me make it absolutely clear before I start with this true tale, I am not in anyway gay. I have never wanted to be fucked by another man or even thought about getting intimate with a member of the same sex.

Sure, I love watching two women going at it, in fact, I derive great pleasure from seeing a couple of girls suck and fuck each other. Tongues and fingers going to work. Breast to breast or sixty-nine, I don't mind. It's a male thing I guess, though I am not sure what the girls think. It's okay if they are inclined toward same sex, I suppose. I don't think seeing two men going for gold has the same effect on a woman, but again, I haven't asked.

I digress.

So, the fact that I am not gay established, what would compel me to enter into a session with a dog? I have often wondered that to myself. The best I can come up with is that I love watching. There is a large part of many men that is voyeuristic.

Visual stimulation is often all a man needs to get going. Be it two women together, a man and woman screwing the eyeballs out of each other or indeed, a woman with a dogs cock in any of her receptive holes. It isn't quite the same for the female of the species. Stimulation for a woman is not usually visual, more a direct approach, like finding herself in a situation and going with the flow.

I am voyeuristic. I freely admit it. Give me a good quality video or film and I will show you just how aroused a man can get from just visual images. Recently, I was given several videos involving a neighbour of mine with her dog. She would be mortified if she knew that her partner was peddling them. She is quite a nice looking girl with a trim figure. Nothing really special, but just the type that, if she flirted, you would try and take her up on it.

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As I peered through the creaky gate the dogs turned their attention to me. In the dimming twilight I could still make out one wagging his tail cautiously. Three mixed breeds, the dominant male was Max who seemed to be a mostly Lab mix with his shiny black coat revealing a muscular chest and forelegs. It was this muscular build that had drawn my attention as, during the sweltering summer, I had seen him mount the other male dogs, never satisfying his sexual needs, but leaving no doubt about his power. The other dogs, also male, would resist his advances but one in particular, seemed aroused by the struggle. A tall dog, mostly hound, his shimmering cock would protrude almost 6 inches as he worked to free himself from the lust of the larger Max. The smaller beagle, though seldom bothered by Max's advances would watch the antics while wagging his tail and occasionally licking Max intimately after his frustrating attempts. Max, with all his power and determination, had not been able to satisfy his needs.

That I was lurking in the back yard of my neighbor was unsettling to me. My journey to this point had started with my observations but had recently taken on a new curiosity, a new urgency. Though I had never had sex with a man, something about Max was intriguing. His powerful walk as he patrolled the perimeter of the fence would captivate me as his rippling shoulders and loins would protrude and flex in the sunlight. His balls swinging halfway to the ground on the sweltering summer days had mesmerized me with thoughts of pleasing him. Max, if he was willing, was worthy of making me his bitch. Tonight he would have his chance. My fantasies had him using me for his pleasure and me wanting only to make him satisfied. The simple request, "Would you mind feeding the dogs while we are away?" had offered me the chance.

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Farmer Fudd & his wife, Ethel, had a tough time trying to make ends meet. They grew crops and raised some livestock for the past twenty years and they're still having a tough go of it. Even so, they were proud of their efforts and loved farming like nothing else in the world. However, they really didn't need in any way shape or form the current shocking problem they were so suddenly confronted with.

Fudd and Ethel's daughter, Charlene, was a big help to them. She worked hard and contributed a lot to the upkeep of the place. But now they were faced with a major disaster which at first they thought was manageable enough until their prize possession, Chunky the hog, got involved. What initially happened was that Charlene, just a few weeks ago, was kicked in the head by a horse. It wasn't her or the horse's fault really - it was an accident. And shit happens!! Prior to that event, Charlene was already weak from having a baby out of wedlock. Her shiftless boyfriend deserted her and his child and left town. He didn't want the responsibility of trying to help her raise it. Besides, he generally went from job to job and was quite the unstable personality. It was sad that just after Charlene became a mom she had to have this catastrophe occur.

Now Ethel bore most of the child rearing chores because Charlene was "out of it," so to speak. The doctor who examined her said that they should expect bizarre and unusual behavior due to their daughter's concussion from the horse's inadvertent hoof blow. Charlene seemed listless and sometimes unaware of her surroundings. But the funny thing was - she still did her usual chores. They just couldn't trust her with her baby as yet. The doc further added that recovery could be a slow process, sometimes interrupted by sudden behavior changes - either for the good or for the bad. They'd just have to watch her and report back to the doc so as to monitor her progress.

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The Stallion

"Good mornin', Stack," Frank greeted friendly, stroking the stallion's flank.

Stack knew that caress and he knew what would follow.

Frank and Stack were the ideal team. Once, he had been a successful rider. Together with his faithful racehorse, he used to win race after race. But then, the stallion got older, had to give up the sport and became a stud-horse in demand.

He took his reins and led him to another stable with the waiting mare. She was in heat, Stack smelled.

Her tail removed, when he bent down his head to lick her pulsating vulva. The mare trembled desirously.

Stack did not hesitate, but mounted her as every mate before. That was his absolute fulfillment: The more he mated, the more he loved his present lifetask.

In a climax of excitement and enjoyment, he came; lots of semen streamed into the mare, that reached her orgasm as well.

Stack's first work was done, he and Frank returned to his stable. Thereupon, the stallion expected him to leave, but it occurred differently.

He remained and restarted stroking him. Tenderly, his human friend began at his front, moved on to his back; there he stopped.

Stack, enjoying his massage, irritated, but he held still, awaiting for more.

A new stimulation: He felt Frank's warm hands touching his big balls. The man made him erect his cock once again, and while one hand kept on kneading his scrotum, the other one gently masturbated his respectable penis. The stimulated stallion was ecstatic, and he recognized, who was caressing him; he loved him.

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