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, and I believe I loved him most. He really had a good personality.
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 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 was close.
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 with all his four paws up in the air, and 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 ready to play some more. 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 resting just outside my labia. 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 belly.
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 me.
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 with my hand, 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 and so was I. He repeatedly climbed on top of me and banged me again and 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.