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    This is the story of my life with my dogs.
    My name is S. I was married (I mean: to a man) but I am no longer. This story began a little over ten years ago.
    One of my wedding gifts was a Baby Bull Terrier Staffordshire. I had no idea that Poppy (that’s the name we gave him) would be the root c…[Read more]

  • thanks a lot for the translation job !!!

    Frédéric.

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    For French speaking readers, a story I wrote some time ago ; Pour les lecteurs francophones, une histoire que j’ai écrite il y a quelques temps
    Ceci est l’histoire de ma vie avec mes chiens.

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      This is the story of my life with my dogs.

      My name is S. I was married (I mean: to a man) but I am no longer. This story began a little over ten years ago.

      One of my wedding gifts was a Baby Bull Terrier Staffordshire. I had no idea that Poppy (that’s the name we gave her) would be the root cause of my divorce five years later.

      My husband didn’t care much about sex. We made love two or three times a week, while I wanted to several times a day. His favorite position was the traditional missionary. It suited me at the beginning, but gradually I found it more and more boring. He didn’t like everything about oral sex, fellatio, cunnilingus. As for me, I liked his penis very much, and especially the glans when it was shiny, all red and swollen with excitement. I dreamed of putting it in my mouth. I did it at the very beginning but when I saw my husband’s reluctance, I abstained more and more, until I didn’t do it at all. As a result, I never tasted his semen.

      My husband worked every day, from 9 to 5. He left at 8:15 am and was back at 5:45 pm. It has always been that way, during the five years of our marriage. For my part, I’m just the hostess. Feminists say it’s a full-time job, but I have to admit that it doesn’t have quite the same constraints as a real job. For example, I could masturbate several times a day. Can you masturbate several times a day in the office?

      I developed a real penchant for masturbation, I should talk about solo sex games instead because I liked to stage myself. I played mainly in the bathroom (including weekends -thanks the lock-). I could get everything dirty because it was quick and easy to remove all traces of my handjobs. I liked to use vegetables like carrots at first, then bananas (but you have to choose them rather green so that they resist the pressure) and gradually, I moved on to zucchini and cucumbers to finish with eggplant. Do not repeat it to my husband, but he ate a few salads and dishes made with vegetables after work (but also after a careful washing, I assure you: I could not refrain from eating my own kitchen) . Of course, today it is easy to buy various dildos on the internet, but ten years ago the internet was still scarce and the vegetables in the supermarket were much more convenient.

      After six months, Poppy was showing signs of sexual maturity. He was rubbing more and more regularly on my leg and I could see his red cock coming out of its sheath. I must admit that it did not leave me indifferent and to be frank, it fascinated me. It was as if my dear, tender acorn was 10cm long (the acorn alone; there is no reason to be proud with a 10cm tail). I knew it wasn’t right but I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have such a lump in my mouth. You might find this idea disgusting, but I myself have never found anything disgusting about my Poppy’s cock. I would even find it more appetizing than a man’s because it’s like a full-length acorn with no part of the skin.

      One morning after my husband left, I was resting on the bed. I was on my stomach and one of my arms was hanging down beside the mattress. Poppy walked into the bedroom and started to rub herself on my arm. He was already an adult and measured a little less than 40 cms and weighed about 15 kilos. As I was wearing a short-sleeved dress, I felt her penis on my skin.

      I watched him. He would rub for a few seconds, turn around, lick himself (men would like to be so flexible) and come back to rub. Every time he was on my arm, I ogled that red baton. At one point, I got into a sitting position. When Poppy came back he couldn’t find my arm and rubbed on the sheet. I reached out to touch my hand. After a few tries, I was able to take it between my fingers. It was thinner than my husband’s cock, but wet all the way through.

      Poppy moved and walked away again. I touched my pussy and found that I was very wet. The mere touch of Poppy’s cock made me incredibly horny. Poppy came back and jerked off on the sheet again. I pulled him onto the bed and crawled between his paws. I saw his penis. He was almost horizontal. I wanted to suck it but I didn’t dare. Poppy was trying to get on my head by resting her front legs on my shoulders. At one point I grabbed his rod and leaned down to touch the tip with the tip of my tongue. It was very brief, Poppy immediately pulling away. But I had had time to taste the juice that coated the entire stem.

      I took off my dress to get naked. Poppy came back and sniffed my cock. I opened my thighs to allow him to lick my vulva. He did to me perfectly what my husband had always refused me, and with what language! He could clean the entire surface with a single lappement. He tried to get on my head again. Taking advantage of the fact that he had his front legs on my shoulders, leaning forward slightly, I was able to put his entire penis in my mouth. I sucked it with great longing, savoring all the topping. I held Poppy down to keep her from leaving and ran my tongue across her penis from tip to included knot. I liked to titillate the meatus and take seminal fluid on the tip of my tongue.

      Later, Poppy would let me suck him longer and easier. I was practicing penetrating his urethra. I loved to engulf his whole cock with the knot all the way down my throat. I loved the feeling of having my mouth full. While I was sucking it, I was jerking off. I still came very quickly because it turned me on. I had never experienced anything so strong in my life.

      After my first sexual experience with Poppy, I gave up my vegetables (well, more or less, you’ll see why a little later). I played with Poppy in the bathroom every day now. I lay down on the floor and let Poppy move freely. Regularly, he came near me and I took it in the mouth. I jerked off and cum several times in each session.

      One consequence was that I began to enjoy sex with my husband less and less. Poppy turned me on so much and I enjoyed masturbating so much during the day that I didn’t have much of an appetite at night. We continued to make love however and I liked the penetration and the ejaculation but it was only a complement to my sexual activity which was mainly my blowjob sessions with Poppy. Another side effect was that the weekends started to drag on. I was eager to arrive by Monday, 8:15 am. On Sunday nights, I barely could fall asleep, counting the hours before I could taste Poppy in my mouth again.

      The second week after my first sexual experience with a dog, I tried jerking off Poppy. I wanted to taste his cum. I had already licked the juice off his cock, but I wanted to swallow his cum. I even wanted him to squirt in my mouth. I made my playground in the bathroom again. I was naked (Poppy too!) And as it had become our habit, I started to suck him. This time, I didn’t just hold his cock but I also jerked it off, delicately at first (I didn’t know if it was painful for a dog to be sexually manipulated) then less and less delicately , shaking her faster and faster. Poppy didn’t take very long to cum and I wasn’t prepared enough. He ejaculated while I wasn’t sucking him. He squirted on the floor. But I was able to taste the sperm, first at the end of the rod because I swallowed it immediately after, and also on the ground because I took some on my finger that I licked, first with curiosity and then with delight.

      I noticed that Poppy, after she ejaculated, continued to squirt regularly, every five seconds. I aimed his cock right above my face and waited for the next squirt with my mouth wide open. I made a point of not swallowing until I had a small amount to savor it better. I could have drunk for hours. Poppy could stay erect for almost an hour after the first squirt. That’s the reason I didn’t play with him after 4 p.m.

      From this time on, I jerked off Poppy at every session in the bathroom, that is almost all day apart from the cleaning time which I more or less botched. I learned to recognize the moment of ejaculation, to put his cock in my mouth. I sucked in deeply, like a straw, to empty my balls as much as possible. It was syrup, nectar. One day I wanted to measure how much semen Poppy could produce. I used a glass to collect it. I managed to get the first squirt and continued to fill the glass the entire time he was erect. There was about 5cl of it, the equivalent of a shot of vodka. I drank it all of course, even cleaning the glass with my tongue and fingers.

      Poppy recovered fairly quickly after ejaculation, so I could enjoy up to three or four small glasses a day. Hmmm! It is so good !

      You can imagine that I didn’t resist getting caught for long. I tried to imagine what it would be like to get Poppy’s cock filling me. It was during a morning session that I organized my defloration, after about a month of tasting canine cum. I chose this moment for two reasons. First, I knew that a dog stays attached to the female (and this is exactly what I wanted to try, what I was curious to find out as a sensation). It wouldn’t have been safe to start picking me up at say 5:30 p.m. while my husband came home at 5:45 p.m. In addition, I also knew from my previous experiences that the amount of semen is much greater in the morning (after a good night’s rest). I wanted Poppy to fill my pussy with it.

      I dreamed about it for nights next to my husband. It was just my imagination but I wanted so badly to make this fantasy come true.

      The famous morning, barely a minute after my sweetheart left (8:16 am, no later; and if he had come back for some reason … but he didn’t) I was so excited I rushed in. the bathroom to prepare everything. I put a small extra mattress on the floor and a pillow for my head. I got rid of my dress. I hadn’t put on a bra or panties yet, so I was already quite naked. Poppy circled around me, waiting for her first handjob of the day, his stiff, red cock out of the scabbard. I knelt down and assumed the position of the female waiting for service. Poppy licked my already soaked pussy, walked away, came back, licked again. Then he tried to surround me from behind, thrusting between my thighs, trying to find his way. I felt the strokes of his cock on my buttocks but still nothing in the pussy. Still, this first contact, in the position of the female in heat, made me terribly excited. Poppy pulled back, took a turn, licked his cock, and came back for a second try.

      This time I helped him. Sticking around, I found his cock behind me (that’s also what I sometimes did with my husband when he agreed to take me doggy style; men aren’t much smarter than dogs to find the entrance) and I guided him to my slit. Once he was in front, I felt him rush forward. The feeling is phenomenal! I screamed (it was more of an animal growl than a cry). He fucked me like no other before. It was very quick. I mean, for a very short time, but also at an incredibly fast speed, like a pneumatic hammer. It made a sucking noise so much I was inundated, like walking in a swamp. I felt his ejaculation deep inside me. The cock and bulb were so big in me right now!

      Poppy wanted to leave but her knot in me prevented her from doing so. I lifted my ass a bit so that his hind legs were off the ground and I held his hocks. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him so badly to stay in me! In this position, I could quietly wait for his cock to retract enough for it to come out. I wondered what I looked like this way, my head on the ground and my buttocks raised towards the ceiling and I promised myself to film the scene next time (today, we are just using the smartphone but ‘era, you needed a camera and we recorded on cassette). I touched my pussy and was amazed to see that everything was in, the cock and the big knot. It was so exciting to know that I had it all. I remembered the diameter of this knot and it impressed me. It was way bigger than my husband’s cock! I also remembered that when erect, the cock with the knot should be 8 to 10 inches. I had more than eight inches in my pussy! It was so good! I loved it so much!

      I especially liked that long quiet moment, with Poppy on my back, still inside me, filling my womb with her juice. I could feel him squirting regularly, every five seconds, and each time my ass and my vagina were contracting. I’m sure Poppy sensed it. Every time I got the squirt deep in my uterus, I moaned. As neither of us moved, our position remained stable. Poppy’s sex was not diminishing quickly. I could enjoy it for over half an hour. Poppy was still lying on my back when her cock came out. There was a splash.

      I stayed on my knees with the seed which was fertilizing me (it was only my fantasy of course) but also dripping from my pussy. After a long time, I sat up and plunged my fingers into my vagina to collect Poppy’s cum and lick it greedily. It was mixed with my own juice so much I had enjoyed. Poppy’s cock was still big enough and I was able to take and suck it to clean it. It was still squirting nectar and I delighted in it at the source.

      In the afternoon I shouldn’t have risked getting fucked a second time, but the desire was too strong and I couldn’t resist. Poppy picked me up again right after lunch. As I had been a little scratched in the morning, I had dressed in an old blouse (luckily, men never pay attention to how women are dressed: they can wear a damaged dress, or even be scratched, husbands do not notice). I had the camera ready. I had to find the right framing to film everything I wanted to see again. The knot fixed in me and the moment of ejection. I did a few tries without Poppy. I also made a bowl to catch the semen on the way out. Everything was in place when I got into position to wait for my male.

      I guided his cock again (when he’s on your back just lift your butt a bit so that it doesn’t touch the ground anymore; it stops trying to climb on you and you can look for the rod behind you and bring it in front of your favorite hole -a little further, I’ll tell you about Poppy’s sodomite talents-; you just have to lower your ass for it to start protruding). It took me longer than the morning, poking me like crazy for at least a minute! When he was done, I lifted my ass again and held his paws so he couldn’t get off my back. As soon as he calmed down, I lifted his cock because I wanted the camera to film the entire cock in my pussy.

      I then waited a long time, relishing my male to soak his sap in me. I was showing my pleasure with groans the whole time Poppy was inside me. As it was my second time, I knew how it was going and could enjoy it even more. I contracted my vagina harder to make my dog ​​squirt further. I knew my contractions would be visible on film and I loved the idea that you would see the intensity of my pleasure. It got me so wet when I saw the recording later.

      Regularly, I felt the knot at the entrance to my lunge and could gauge its slow progress towards the exit, opening more and more. When I felt he was going to be kicked out, as I didn’t want to waste a drop of semen, I held the bowl between my thighs. The knot popped up and I received part of the throw on my hand. The rest fell into the container. Poppy pulled away as soon as her penis declined. I stayed, letting the juice drip from my butt into the bowl. I took my time for the camera to record until I emptied myself. Again I sat up and searched with my fingers for what was left in my vagina, as deep as I could to get the best of my dog’s cum. Again, I took his cock in my mouth to clean it and drink the sperm that continued to squirt regularly. It was only when his penis retracted to fit into its sheath that I took the bowl and showed it to the camera. I put everything in my mouth all at once and swirled it around my tongue like a sip of good wine, to develop the aromas.

      By four o’clock I had cleaned everything up and put it back in place. I could wait for my darling husband. I kept playing with Poppy’s cock every now and then, whenever he came to me, sometimes stroking the scabbard and balls, sometimes kissing them, sometimes tugging on the skin to make the penis stick out a bit and kiss it and lick the end of it. In the days that followed, I became more and more adventurous, delaying more and more the last game before my husband returned. I even ended up sucking Poppy off until I heard the key in the lock, then innocently remarking that Poppy was turned on. It was obvious since his cock was exposed and all shiny (seminal fluid as much as my saliva).

      From the moment I got caught by Poppy, my desire for my husband was gone. The difference in intensity was so great! My husband was no longer my male in my eyes. I was Poppy’s female now. It was embarrassing because twice a week I had to go to the pan and I had to pretend.

      It lasted a few months. I was covered twice a day by my male and twice a week by my husband. The two daily matings were fantastic. I never got tired of it. I had the same pleasure every time, the same terribly intense orgasms. In contrast, the bi-weekly marital duty was becoming more and more unbearable, so I decided to change things.

      One day, I got fucked three times by Poppy, once in the morning (I would say at 8:20 am Poppy was already ejaculating in her female), a second time just after noon (not too late to be entitled to a third time as I had already decided) and the last one that I started at 5:43 pm on purpose. Instead of putting myself in the bathroom as usual, I placed the mattress in the middle of the living room. At 5:45 p.m. Poppy was unloading inside me. At the same time my husband entered the apartment.

      He saw his wife on all fours, face on the floor, ass up, fucked deep by Poppy, with the whole cock inside. I moaned with pleasure because Poppy had just squirted inside me. Poppy tried to pull away but I did as usual to stop her. I turned my face to look at my husband. He was frozen, incapable of the slightest movement, totally silent. I offered to sit on the couch because it might take a while. He still didn’t move but asked me to send Poppy away. I told him he should wait until the end. He offered to help me eject the knot, because maybe he still thought it was some sort of accident. He said he could pour us a bucket of cold water to help decouple. I renewed my invitation to sit him down, which he ended up doing, his legs no longer supporting him when he began to realize that it was no accident (which husbands are gullible anyway!) . I didn’t want to be mean to him but I wanted things to change, and after such a scene, I was sure there would be change.

      Poppy stayed with me for half an hour. It was always so good. Despite the presence of my husband who was looking at us and listening to me, I had fun. Every time Poppy squirted inside me, I groaned. I often contracted to provoke the jet. When Poppy pulled her knot out, the feel of my vagina open to the extreme made me cry out. As always, I grabbed his cock and sucked it greedily. I knew from that moment my husband didn’t believe in an accident at all. It was clear that I wanted it, that I liked it, that I had so much enjoyment sucking that dick and drinking that cum. Poppy stayed hard for another half hour and during that time I drank everything I could.

      When it was over, I agreed to explain myself. My pussy was still dripping with Poppy juice, but it didn’t matter to me. I was turned on by the idea of ​​keeping his seed inside me rather than taking a shower. That’s how we talked, me naked and full of cum and my husband in his suit. I don’t remember what he told me, only the terms of our final deal. I offered to share my games with Poppy but he refused. We decided not to divorce (it was her choice) but to take a separate bedroom (it was my choice). It was the official end of my marital duty. It was the official start of my life with my dog. I had been my husband’s wife until then and now I became Poppy’s female.

      After that, I was fucked day and night, including weekends. Poppy could pick me up five or six times in 24 hours. We lived in the same room and he slept on my bed. I no longer needed the extra mattress. Poppy was fucking me in our bed. Whenever he wanted, I offered him my pussy. Whenever I wanted to, I just had to play with his balls, sheath and anus (yes, I sodomized him with my finger to stimulate him) until he got hard and I can suck it. I remember the times I had tried unsuccessfully to stimulate my husband in the same way. Poppy would never have growled and turned her back. On the contrary, he offered his belly and opened his thighs to my caresses. It was easy then to pull on the skin and lick the red tip. It turned me on to watch him gradually hard until the cock came out completely. We often played in 69, side by side, head to tail, licking him my love juice and I capturing his little jets. When it took him, he would get on his feet and I would go on all fours, offering my rump and he would put me on.

      Getting fucked by a dog is usually not easy. Most of the time, it’s because the dog and the woman don’t know each other well enough, or the dog is not used to kissing a woman. Another source of difficulty is the size of the dog. If the dog is too big, you cannot lift it and it is difficult to hold it on you to guide it until it enters you. If it’s too heavy, it’s hard to keep it on you for a long time. You can’t take advantage of it all the time it fills your uterus. If he’s too small, he won’t be able to fuck you hard and hard enough because his back legs won’t touch the ground.

      Poppy didn’t have any of these drawbacks. He was the perfect height and weight for me. Besides, we were used to each other since he fucked me when he was mature. He knew and took the right position directly to mount on my back. He would let me help him find the entrance. He didn’t take tens of minutes trying, failing, not getting aroused, needing to be stimulated and so on. He would come up behind me, lick me, climb onto my back, let me lift him slightly and point his cock towards my pussy and wait until his paws were resting on the ground to allow him to fuck my ass. It always started as soon as I lowered my butt and released her hocks. As we were perfectly synchronized, I could anticipate the pleasures of our mating. I knew I would be frantically forced first and then I could wait for the ejaculation. Then we would sit still, him on my back, catching his breath, and me underneath, enjoying each new squirt. Even though it all sounds routine when I describe it, we never get tired of it. I was still as happy as I was during my virtual defloration. Poppy can’t talk and he can’t approve of me. But dogs can’t pretend, and Poppy has never been shy about covering her female.

      With Poppy, we tried a lot of new things. I wanted him to take me from the front. It’s not easy with a dog. You have to be at the right height, for example by sitting on the bed, with the cat on the edge. The dog stands with its front legs resting on the bed and its back legs on the floor. If he can sit still for a moment, you can guide his cock inside you, pushing your pubic area forward. You have to open your legs very wide to make room for those of your animal. Then you let him. If he feels like it, he’ll sink deep into your vagina very quickly and once the knot is tucked in you can be sure he’s going to ejaculate his cum inside you sooner or later. What I love about the missionary position is that I see the penetration (doggy style, you can use a mirror). When the dog is inside you, lie down a bit and lift your head.

      I also wanted to try anal sex. I had fucked my ass before during my solo sex games (but never with my husband; he dreaded the idea of ​​stepping into a hole he considered dirty). But I had only brought in small-sized vegetables, like a carrot, a banana, or a small part of a cucumber. My anus was more or less ready but my rectum certainly was not to accommodate Poppy’s cock given its dimensions. Besides, I wasn’t sure the knot would go in. But as always with me, the desire grew so great that I couldn’t resist.

      The problem was to point Poppy towards my anus rather than my pussy and forcing the passage which was still quite closed. To begin with, I widened with my fingers. Then I used a cucumber to make myself bigger. I managed to get in about four inches with a lot of effort and a little pain (but I know how to be brave when the fun is over). When I felt like I was ready, I invited Poppy to join me. He got behind me and started climbing over me. I lifted him up and placed his cock on my little hole. What is useful about a dog’s cock is that it has a small diameter all the way to the knot, making 10 to 15 centimeters that can fit easily. In addition, this part is rigid (it is a bone as Henry IV said) and penetration is almost immediate if your anus is well prepared (enlarged and buttery). Once properly positioned your dog will finish the job on his own.

      Poppy, as usual, pushed really hard from the start and it all came in. It hurt quite a bit (it was my first time). But then the feeling of getting your ass full (that’s the right expression) is grandiose, indescribable (you have to try to understand). Much stronger than in the pussy because the rectum is tighter. By the way, it is important to clean yourself well beforehand because there is no room for anything other than the cock. At the risk of repeating myself, I repeat that the pleasure after ejaculation is greater than the ejaculation itself. The dog gradually fills you with cum. You also feel the penis dilation in your gut, you feel every squirt. You can even control them by contracting your sphincter (which is a much more powerful muscle than the vagina). We couldn’t go our separate ways until his erection was totally over, which took about an hour. That’s the good side of doggy anal sex: you keep all the cum inside you (the bad side is that you don’t swallow it, other than what you can get when you empty your ass).

      I loved anal with Poppy so much that it became our main way of fucking.

      Today, I am divorced. We separated five years after our marriage. Then of course I had to work. My husband was charitable enough to leave the house to me. He was the one who moved. Right after the divorce, I adopted a second Poppy. Today my old Poppy still fucks me every now and then but he’s on the downhill slope. Young Poppy frantically fucks me every day. I should rather say every night since the day I am at the office. During the night, young Poppy takes me two or three times in a row, mostly ass fucking me. The weekends are our fun days. He stuffs me night and day. While he recovers, old Poppy sometimes takes his turn. As you can see, I am a very fulfilling woman, although some readers will find my social life to suck. I don’t deny it but it’s what I like. After more than ten years of daily mating, I still can’t resist the urge to suck on a doggy cock until you squeeze all the juice, drink the cum, fill my holes and feel the knot inside me.

    • thanks a lot for the translation job !!!

      Frédéric.

    • Here is the same story with a few corrections:

      This is the story of my life with my dogs.
      My name is S. I was married (I mean: to a man) but I am no longer. This story began a little over ten years ago.
      One of my wedding gifts was a Baby Bull Terrier Staffordshire. I had no idea that Poppy (that’s the name we gave him) would be the root cause of my divorce five years later.
      My husband didn’t care much about sex. We made love two or three times a week, while I wanted to several times a day. His favorite position was the traditional missionary. It suited me at the beginning, but gradually I found it more and more boring. He didn’t like everything about oral sex, fellatio, cunnilingus. As for me, I liked his penis very much, and especially the glans when it was shiny, all red and swollen with excitement. I dreamed of putting it in my mouth. I did it at the very beginning but when I saw my husband’s reluctance, I abstained more and more, until I didn’t do it at all. As a result, I never tasted his semen.
      My husband worked every day, from 9 to 5. He left at 8:15 am and was back at 5:45 pm. It has always been that way, during the five years of our marriage. For my part, I’m just the hostess. Feminists say it’s a full-time job, but I have to admit that it doesn’t have quite the same constraints as a real job. For example, I could masturbate several times a day. Can you masturbate several times a day in the office?
      I developed a real penchant for masturbation, I should talk about solo sex games instead because I liked to stage myself. I played mainly in the bathroom (including weekends -thanks the lock-). I could get everything dirty because it was quick and easy to remove all traces of my handjobs. I liked to use vegetables like carrots at first, then bananas (but you have to choose them rather green so that they resist the pressure) and gradually, I moved on to zucchini and cucumbers to finish with eggplant. Do not repeat it to my husband, but he ate a few salads and dishes made with vegetables after work (but also after a careful washing, I assure you: I could not refrain from eating my own cook) . Of course, today it is easy to buy various dildos on the internet, but ten years ago the internet was still scarce and the vegetables in the supermarket were much more convenient.
      After six months, Poppy was showing signs of sexual maturity. He was rubbing more and more regularly on my leg and I could see his red cock coming out of its sheath. I must admit that it did not leave me indifferent and to be frank, it fascinated me. It was as if hubby’s glans was 10cm long (the glans alone; there is no reason to be proud with a 10cm tail). I knew it wasn’t right but I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have such a lump in my mouth. You might find this idea disgusting, but I myself have never found anything disgusting about my Poppy’s cock. I would even find it more appetizing than a man’s because it’s like a full-length glans with no foreskin.
      One morning after my husband left, I was resting on the bed. I was on my stomach and one of my arms was hanging down beside the mattress. Poppy walked into the bedroom and started to rub himself on my arm. He was already an adult and measured a little less than 40 cms and weighed about 15 kilos. As I was wearing a short-sleeved dress, I felt his penis on my skin.
      I watched him. He would rub for a few seconds, turn around, lick himself (men would like to be so flexible) and come back to rub. Every time he was on my arm, I ogled that red baton. At one point, I got into a sitting position. When Poppy came back he couldn’t find my arm and rubbed on the sheet. I reached out to touch my hand. After a few tries, I was able to take it between my fingers. It was thinner than my husband’s cock, but wet all the way through.
      Poppy moved and walked away again. I touched my pussy and found that I was very wet. The mere touch of Poppy’s cock made me incredibly horny. Poppy came back and jerked off on the sheet again. I pulled him onto the bed and crawled between his paws. I saw his penis. He was almost horizontal. I wanted to suck it but I didn’t dare. Poppy was trying to get on my head by resting his front legs on my shoulders. At one point I grabbed his rod and leaned down to touch the tip with the tip of my tongue. It was very brief, Poppy immediately pulling away. But I had had time to taste the juice that coated the entire stem.
      I took off my dress to get naked. Poppy came back and sniffed my pussy. I opened my thighs to allow him to lick my vulva. He did to me perfectly what my husband had always refused me, and with what a tongue! He could clean the entire surface with a single lappement. He tried to get on my head again. Taking advantage of the fact that he had his front legs on my shoulders, leaning forward slightly, I was able to put his entire penis in my mouth. I sucked it with great longing, savoring all the topping. I held Poppy down to keep him from leaving and ran my tongue across his penis from tip to included knot. I liked to titillate the meatus and take seminal fluid on the tip of my tongue.
      Later, Poppy would let me suck him longer and easier. I was practicing penetrating his urethra. I loved to engulf his whole cock with the knot all the way down my throat. I loved the feeling of having my mouth full. While I was sucking it, I was jerking off. I still came very quickly because it turned me on. I had never experienced anything so strong in my life.
      After my first sexual experience with Poppy, I gave up my vegetables (well, more or less, you’ll see why a little later). I played with Poppy in the bathroom every day now. I lay down on the floor and let Poppy move freely. Regularly, he came near me and I took it in the mouth. I jerked off and cum several times in each session.
      One consequence was that I began to enjoy sex with my husband less and less. Poppy turned me on so much and I enjoyed masturbating so much during the day that I didn’t have much of an appetite at night. We continued to make love however and I liked the penetration and the ejaculation but it was only a complement to my sexual activity which was mainly my blowjob sessions with Poppy. Another side effect was that the weekends started to drag on. I was eager to arrive by Monday, 8:15 am. On Sunday nights, I barely could fall asleep, counting the hours before I could taste Poppy in my mouth again.
      The second week after my first sexual experience with a dog, I tried jerking off Poppy. I wanted to taste his cum. I had already licked the juice off his cock, but I wanted to swallow his cum. I even wanted him to squirt in my mouth. I made my playground in the bathroom again. I was naked (Poppy too!) And as it had become our habit, I started to suck him. This time, I didn’t just hold his cock but I also jerked it off, delicately at first (I didn’t know if it was painful for a dog to be sexually manipulated) then less and less delicately , shaking him faster and faster. Poppy didn’t take very long to cum and I wasn’t prepared enough. He ejaculated while I wasn’t sucking him. He squirted on the floor. But I was able to taste the sperm, first at the end of the rod because I swallowed it immediately after, and also on the ground because I took some on my finger that I licked, first with curiosity and then with delight.
      I noticed that Poppy, after he ejaculated, continued to squirt regularly, every five seconds. I aimed his cock right above my face and waited for the next squirt with my mouth wide open. I made a point of not swallowing until I had a small amount to savor it better. I could have drunk for hours. Poppy could stay erect for almost an hour after the first squirt. That’s the reason I didn’t play with him after 4 p.m.
      From this time on, I jerked off Poppy at every session in the bathroom, that is almost all day apart from the cleaning time which I more or less botched. I learned to recognize the moment of ejaculation, to put his cock in my mouth. I sucked in deeply, like a straw, to empty the balls as much as possible. It was syrup, nectar. One day I wanted to measure how much semen Poppy could produce. I used a glass to collect it. I managed to get the first squirt and continued to fill the glass the entire time he was erect. There was about 2 ounces of it, the equivalent of a shot of vodka. I drank it all of course, even cleaning the glass with my tongue and fingers.
      Poppy recovered fairly quickly after ejaculation, so I could enjoy up to three or four small glasses a day. Hmmm! It is so good !
      You can imagine that I didn’t resist getting mounted for long. I tried to imagine what it would be like to get Poppy’s cock filling me. It was during a morning session that I organized my defloration, after about a month of tasting canine cum. I chose this moment for two reasons. First, I knew that a dog stays attached to the female (and this is exactly what I wanted to try, what I was curious to find out as a sensation). It wouldn’t have been safe to start picking me up at say 5:30 p.m. while my husband came home at 5:45 p.m. In addition, I also knew from my previous experiences that the amount of semen is much greater in the morning (after a good night’s rest). I wanted Poppy to fill my pussy with it.
      I dreamed about it for nights next to my husband. It was just my imagination but I wanted so badly to make this fantasy come true.
      The famous morning, barely a minute after my sweetheart left (8:16 am, no later; and if he had come back for some reason … but he didn’t) I was so excited I rushed in the bathroom to prepare everything. I put a small extra mattress on the floor and a pillow for my head. I got rid of my dress. I hadn’t put on a bra or panties yet, so I was already quite naked. Poppy circled around me, waiting for his first handjob of the day, his stiff, red cock out of the sheath. I knelt down and assumed the position of the female waiting for service. Poppy licked my already soaked pussy, walked away, came back, licked again. Then he tried to surround me from behind, thrusting between my thighs, trying to find his way. I felt the strokes of his cock on my buttocks but still nothing in the pussy. Still, this first contact, in the position of the female in heat, made me terribly excited. Poppy pulled back, took a turn, licked his cock, and came back for a second try.
      This time I helped him. Sticking around, I found his cock behind me (that’s also what I sometimes did with my husband when he agreed to take me doggy style; men aren’t much smarter than dogs to find the entrance) and I guided him to my slit. Once he was in front, I felt him rush forward. The feeling is phenomenal! I screamed (it was more of an animal growl than a shout). He fucked me like no other before. It was very quick. I mean, for a very short time, but also at an incredibly fast speed, like a pneumatic hammer. It made a sucking noise so much I was inundated, like walking in a swamp. I felt his ejaculation deep inside me. The cock and bulb were so big in me right now!
      Poppy wanted to leave but his knot in me prevented him from doing so. I lifted my ass a bit so that his hind legs were off the ground and I held his hocks. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him so badly to stay in me! In this position, I could quietly wait for his cock to retract enough for it to come out. I wondered what I looked like this way, my head on the ground and my buttocks raised towards the ceiling and I promised myself to film the scene next time (today, we are just using the smartphone but ‘era, you needed a camera and we recorded on cassette). I touched my pussy and was amazed to see that everything was in, the cock and the big knot. It was so exciting to know that I had it all. I remembered the diameter of this knot and it impressed me. It was way bigger than my husband’s cock! I also remembered that when erect, the cock with the knot should be 8 to 10 inches. I had more than eight inches in my pussy! It was so good! I loved it so much!
      I especially liked that long quiet moment, with Poppy on my back, still inside me, filling my womb with his juice. I could feel him squirting regularly, every five seconds, and each time my ass and my vagina were contracting. I’m sure Poppy sensed it. Every time I got the squirt deep in my uterus, I moaned. As neither of us moved, our position remained stable. Poppy’s sex was not diminishing quickly. I could enjoy it for over half an hour. Poppy was still lying on my back when his cock came out. There was a splash.
      I stayed on my knees with the seed which was fertilizing me (it was only my fantasy of course) but also dripping from my pussy. After a long time, I sat up and plunged my fingers into my vagina to collect Poppy’s cum and lick it greedily. It was mixed with my own juice so much I had cum. Poppy’s cock was still big enough and I was able to take and suck it to clean it. It was still squirting nectar and I delighted in it at the source.
      In the afternoon I shouldn’t have risked getting fucked a second time, but the desire was too strong and I couldn’t resist. Poppy picked me up again right after lunch. As I had been a little scratched in the morning, I had dressed in an old blouse (luckily, men never pay attention to how women are dressed: they can wear a damaged dress, or even be scratched, husbands do not notice). I had the camera ready. I had to find the right framing to film everything I wanted to see again. The knot fixed in me and the moment of ejection. I did a few tries without Poppy. I also made a bowl to catch the semen on the way out. Everything was in place when I got into position to wait for my male.
      I guided his cock again (when he’s on your back just lift your butt a bit so that he doesn’t touch the ground anymore; he stops trying to climb on you and you can look for the rod behind you and bring it in front of your favorite hole -a little further, I’ll tell you about Poppy’s sodomite talents-; you just have to lower your ass for it to start protruding). He took me longer than the morning, poking me like crazy for at least a minute! When he was done, I lifted my ass again and held his paws so he couldn’t get off my back. As soon as he calmed down, I lifted his tail because I wanted the camera to film the entire cock in my pussy.
      I then waited a long time, relishing my male to soak his sap in me. I was showing my pleasure with groans the whole time Poppy was inside me. As it was my second time, I knew how it was going and could enjoy it even more. I contracted my vagina harder to make my dog ​​squirt further. I knew my contractions would be visible on film and I loved the idea that you would see the intensity of my pleasure. It got me so wet when I saw the recording later.
      Regularly, I felt the knot at the entrance to my lunge and could gauge its slow progress towards the exit, opening more and more. When I felt he was going to be kicked out, as I didn’t want to waste a drop of semen, I held the bowl between my thighs. The knot popped up and I received part of the throw on my hand. The rest fell into the container. Poppy pulled away as soon as his penis declined. I stayed, letting the juice drip from my butt into the bowl. I took my time for the camera to record until I emptied myself. Again I sat up and searched with my fingers for what was left in my vagina, as deep as I could to get the best of my dog’s cum. Again, I took his cock in my mouth to clean it and drink the sperm that continued to squirt regularly. It was only when his penis retracted to fit into its sheath that I took the bowl and showed it to the camera. I put everything in my mouth all at once and swirled it around my tongue like a sip of good wine, to develop the aromas.
      By four o’clock I had cleaned everything up and put it back in place. I could wait for my darling husband. I kept playing with Poppy’s cock every now and then, whenever he came to me, sometimes stroking the sheath and balls, sometimes kissing them, sometimes tugging on the skin to make the penis stick out a bit and kiss it and lick the end of it. In the days that followed, I became more and more adventurous, delaying more and more the last game before my husband returned. I even ended up sucking Poppy off until I heard the key in the lock, then innocently remarking that Poppy was turned on. It was obvious since his cock was exposed and all shiny (seminal fluid as much as my saliva).
      From the moment I got fucked by Poppy, my desire for my husband was gone. The difference in intensity was so great! My husband was no longer my male in my eyes. I was Poppy’s female now. It was embarrassing because twice a week I had to go for a fuck and I had to pretend.
      It lasted a few months. I was covered twice a day by my male and penetrated twice a week by my husband. The two daily matings were fantastic. I never got tired of it. I had the same pleasure every time, the same terribly intense orgasms. In contrast, the bi-weekly marital duty was becoming more and more unbearable, so I decided to change things.
      One day, I got fucked three times by Poppy, once in the morning (I would say at 8:20 am Poppy was already ejaculating in his bitch), a second time just after noon (not too late to be entitled to a third time as I had already decided) and the last one that I started at 5:43 pm on purpose. Instead of putting myself in the bathroom as usual, I placed the mattress in the middle of the living room. At 5:45 p.m. Poppy was unloading inside me. At the same time my husband entered the apartment.
      He saw his wife on all fours, face on the floor, ass up, fucked deep by Poppy, with the whole cock inside. I moaned with pleasure because Poppy had just squirted inside me. Poppy tried to pull away but I did as usual to stop him. I turned my face to look at my husband. He was frozen, incapable of the slightest movement, totally silent. I offered to sit on the couch because it might take a while. He still didn’t move but asked me to send Poppy away. I told him he should wait until the end. He offered to help me eject the knot, because maybe he still thought it was some sort of accident. He said he could pour us a bucket of cold water to help decouple. I renewed my invitation to sit him down, which he ended up doing, his legs no longer supporting him when he began to realize that it was no accident (which husbands are gullible anyway!) . I didn’t want to be mean to him but I wanted things to change, and after such a scene, I was sure there would be change.
      Poppy stayed with me for half an hour. It was still so good. Despite the presence of my husband who was looking at us and listening to me, I had fun. Every time Poppy squirted inside me, I groaned. I often contracted to provoke the jet. When Poppy pulled his knot out, the feel of my vagina open to the extreme made me cry out. As always, I grabbed his cock and sucked it greedily. I knew from that moment my husband didn’t believe in an accident at all. It was clear that I wanted it, that I liked it, that I had so much pleasure sucking that dick and drinking that cum. Poppy stayed hard for another half hour and during that time I drank everything I could.
      When it was over, I agreed to explain myself. My pussy was still dripping with Poppy juice, but it didn’t matter to me. I was turned on by the idea of ​​keeping his seed inside me rather than taking a shower. That’s how we talked, me naked and full of cum and my husband in his suit. I don’t remember what he told me, only the terms of our final deal. I offered to share my games with Poppy but he refused. We decided not to divorce (it was his choice) but to take a separate bedroom (it was my choice). It was the official end of my marital duty. It was the official start of my life with my dog. I had been my husband’s wife until then and now I became Poppy’s female.
      After that, I was fucked day and night, including weekends. Poppy could pick me up five or six times in 24 hours. We lived in the same room and he slept on my bed. I no longer needed the extra mattress. Poppy was fucking me in our bed. Whenever he wanted, I offered him my pussy. Whenever I wanted to, I just had to play with his balls, sheath and anus (yes, I sodomized him with my finger to stimulate him) until he got hard and I can suck him. I remember the times I had tried unsuccessfully to stimulate my husband in the same way. Poppy would never have growled and turned his back. On the contrary, he offered his belly and opened his thighs to my caresses. It was easy then to pull on the skin and lick the red tip. It turned me on to watch him gradually hard until the cock came out completely. We often played in 69, side by side, head to tail, licking him my love juice and I capturing his little jets. When it took him, he would get on his feet and I would go on all fours, offering my rump and he would put me on.
      Getting fucked by a dog is usually not easy. Most of the time, it’s because the dog and the woman don’t know each other well enough, or the dog is not used to fuck a woman. Another source of difficulty is the size of the dog. If the dog is too big, you cannot lift him and it is difficult to hold him on you to guide him until he penetrates you. If he’s too heavy, it’s hard to keep him on you for a long time. You can’t take advantage of him all the time he fills your uterus. If he’s too small, he won’t be able to fuck you hard enough because his back legs won’t touch the ground.
      Poppy didn’t have any of these drawbacks. He was the perfect height and weight for me. Besides, we were used to each other since he fucked me when he was mature. He knew and took the right position directly to mount on my back. He would let me help him find the entrance. He didn’t take tens of minutes trying, failing, not getting aroused, needing to be stimulated and so on. He would come up behind me, lick me, climb onto my back, let me lift him slightly and point his cock towards my pussy and wait until his paws were resting on the ground to allow him to fuck my ass. It always started as soon as I lowered my butt and released his hocks. As we were perfectly synchronized, I could anticipate the pleasures of our mating. I knew I would be frantically forced first and then I could wait for the ejaculation. Then we would sit still, him on my back, catching his breath, and me underneath, enjoying each new squirt. Even though it all sounds routine when I describe it, we never got tired of it. I was still as happy as I was during my virtual defloration. Poppy can’t talk and he can’t approve of me. But dogs can’t pretend, and Poppy has never been shy about covering his female.
      With Poppy, we tried a lot of new things. I wanted him to take me in the missionary position. It’s not easy with a dog. You have to be at the right height, for example by sitting on the bed, with the pussy on the edge. The dog stands with his front legs resting on the bed and his back legs on the floor. If he can sit still for a moment, you can guide his cock inside you, pushing your pubic area forward. You have to open your legs very wide to make room for those of your animal. Then you let him. If he feels like it, he’ll sink deep into your vagina very quickly and once the knot is tucked in you can be sure he’s going to ejaculate his cum inside you sooner or later. What I love about the missionary position is that I see the penetration (doggy style, you can use a mirror). When the dog is inside you, lie down a bit and lift your head.
      I also wanted to try anal sex. I had fucked my ass before during my solo sex games (but never with my husband; he dreaded the idea of ​​stepping into a hole he considered dirty). But I had only brought in small-sized vegetables, like a carrot, a banana, or a small part of a cucumber. My anus was more or less ready but my rectum certainly was not to accommodate Poppy’s cock given its dimensions. Besides, I wasn’t sure the knot would go in. But as always with me, the desire grew so great that I couldn’t resist.
      The problem was to point Poppy towards my anus rather than my pussy and forcing the passage which was still quite closed. To begin with, I widened with my fingers. Then I used a cucumber to make myself bigger. I managed to get in about four inches with a lot of effort and a little pain (but I know how to be brave when the fun is over). When I felt like I was ready, I invited Poppy to join me. He got behind me and started climbing over me. I lifted him up and placed his cock on my little hole. What is useful about a dog’s cock is that it has a small diameter all the way to the knot, making 4 to 5 inches that can fit easily. In addition, this part is rigid (it is a bone as French king Henry IV used to say about his) and penetration is almost immediate if your anus is well prepared (enlarged and buttery). Once properly positioned your dog will finish the job on his own.
      Poppy, as usual, pushed really hard from the start and it all came in. It hurt quite a bit (it was my first time). But then the feeling of getting your ass full (that’s the right expression) is grandiose, indescribable (you have to try to understand). Much stronger than in the pussy because the rectum is tighter. By the way, it is important to clean yourself well beforehand because there is no room for anything other than the cock. At the risk of repeating myself, the pleasure after ejaculation is greater than the ejaculation itself. The dog gradually fills you with cum. You also feel the penis dilation in your gut, you feel every squirt. You can even control them by contracting your sphincter (which is a much more powerful muscle than the vagina). We couldn’t go our separate ways until his erection was totally over, which took about an hour. That’s the good side of doggy anal sex: you keep all the cum inside you (the bad side is that you don’t swallow it, other than what you can get when you empty your ass).
      I loved anal with Poppy so much that it became our main way of fucking.
      Today, I am divorced. We separated five years after our marriage. Then of course I had to work. My husband was charitable enough to leave the house to me. He was the one who moved. Right after the divorce, I adopted a second Poppy. Today my old Poppy still fucks me every now and then but he’s on the downhill slope. Young Poppy frantically fucks me every day. I should rather say every night since the day I am at the office. During the night, young Poppy takes me two or three times in a row, mostly ass fucking me. The weekends are our fun days. He stuffs me night and day. While he recovers, old Poppy sometimes takes his turn. As you can see, I am a very fulfilling woman, although some readers will find my social life to suck. I don’t deny it but it’s what I like. After more than ten years of daily mating, I still can’t resist the urge to suck on a doggy cock until you squeeze all the juice, drink the cum, fill my holes and feel the knot inside me.

    • Bardzo ładnie opisane życie ! Zabawy seks z Poppy ! Dobra lekcja………………………..

    • Oh my……………………

    • very nice story i like it