1 - Author’s Introduction

 

They say when writing a story, you should always stick to either first person or third person and avoid mixing the two.

 

That whooshing noise you hear is me throwing away that rule book…let’s just hope you don’t hear the splat of me getting egg on my face.

 

There are eight characters in the book and each of their stories is told in the first person from their perspective to try to capture the raw emotions that surround dog sex. The lead-up to each story is written in the third person to allow the scene to be described not only for the first story but also linking together each of the stories that follows.

 

I hope it works, if it doesn’t… sorry.

 

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2 - How it all began

 

The eight women sitting around the large front room were all very different but all had one thing in common, they had all gone to Lincoln University. It wasn’t a famous university like Oxford or Cambridge, nor a specialist university like Herriot Watt in Edinburgh, but it was a good university. The eight of them met in the university bar during fresher's week and although they all came from differing backgrounds, and were doing differing courses, they developed a bond that lasted through the years until they all graduated.

 

They shared triumphs and disasters, helping each other and supporting each other through the trials and tribulations that befall all university students. Once they left the halls of residence after the first year, they rented a large four-bedroom house that they shared for the next two years. Sure there were the typical rows and disagreements, but as a group, they settled them amicably and moved on.

 

Karen and Sally had come from the same school together and it was pretty obvious from Karen’s looks that she was a lesbian. She wore her dark hair shaved on one side of her head and preferred to wear men’s clothing. It was also obvious that she was totally in love with Sally. Sally however was 100% straight and her blonde hair and athletic figure attracted the boys in their droves. The rest of the girls would ask Sally if she realised Karen was gay and lusted after her. But she would just laugh it off with lines like, “I know, but I just like cock too much.”

 

When it came to liking cock there was Victoria and Shelly who were alike in their background as chalk and cheese. The main thing they had in common was the desire to have sex and seemed to compete with each other for being bedded. The only other thing they had in common was the degree course they were doing.

 

Victoria had grown up in Surrey and talked like she had a plum in her mouth, well that was when she didn’t have a cock in it. Her moneyed background was obvious, though she never boasted or made the others feel uncomfortable. Shelly was at the other end of the spectrum coming from the outskirts of Manchester where her parents ran a pub. She was prone to swearing and on occasions swearing loudly, especially when she was being fucked by a man she bought back to the house. She shared a room with Victoria who didn’t mind as she would either have male company herself or would join Shelly and her friend. The pair were outrageous and always the ones dancing on the tables or flashing their boobs when the group was all on a drunken pub crawl.

 

Linda would watch them with envy as she wanted to be like them but as she often said, “If I danced on the table, it might well collapse.” She was perhaps being a little unfair to herself, but she was well-built and had very generous curves. As she tended to be withdrawn and often quiet, she was the perfect company for Kate who was very much a loner. Kate grew up on a small farm in the Northumberland Hills with just her mother for company, her father having passed away years before.

 

That left just Pam and Cathy who while Linda was big, they were small, like two tiny birds. Their stature was similar with neither standing much above five feet. Not that it was difficult to tell them apart as Cathy had inherited her dark complexion from her Italian father as well as his passion for classical music. Pam on the other hand was deathly white, avoiding the sun when she could and dressing in the black clothing favoured by the goth community. Like Cathy, she had a passion for classical music and the pair would often engage in music conversations that none of the others could follow.

 

Collectively they became known as the Crazy Eight, not that they did anything crazier than any other students, but if one did something they all did it. So when one got drunk, they all got drunk, one got a piercing they all got one, and when one got a tattoo they all got one.

 

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3 - Post Graduation

 

After they all graduated their lives took different paths but once a year they gathered at either a neutral venue or, where circumstances permitted, at one of their houses. There they would drink, probably more than they should, chatter and laugh, able to relax in the comfort of their close circle. The agreement was clear, no one outside of the crazy eight was allowed, and nothing was ever repeated outside of the group.

 

The process was quite simple in their group for the reunion. Even though they had a WhatsApp group that would ebb and flow with chatter each of them would give a summary of their past year, any major announcements and their dreams and plans for next year. Then they would drink outrageously, laugh and reminisce, often splitting into the same pairs they did when they shared rooms back in university days.

 

With their 30th birthdays approaching the next year the main topic was what to do to commemorate that occasion. This year they had all gathered at Sally and Karen’s large house that the pair shared.

 

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4 - Their 30ths approach

 

“Welcome, it’s good to see the crazy eight together again,” said Karen raising her glass of Prosecco to the assembled group.

 

“Welcome to our humble home,” laughed Sally, “please don’t mind Barney he is house-trained.”

 

Barney was a golden Labrador who ignored his name being mentioned as he was far more interested in getting to know Max who was a black Labrador belonging to Linda.

 

“I guess it falls on me to give the first update,” Sally said, “I would like to announce that Karen and I are now officially a couple.”

 

Karen had a smile that if it was any wider would have touched her ears and was holding Sally’s hand tightly.

 

When Sally had left university she had met and married a Fireman called Kevin. They had all attended the wedding and Karen had been her bridesmaid spending the whole day looking wistfully at Sally. Sadly a few years later Kevin had been killed in a major warehouse fire leaving her a young widow. Karen had supported her through those times and the rest of the women suspected there was more but it had never been revealed officially.

 

“And there was me thinking you didn’t like the taste of pussy,” Cathy laughed.

 

“She does now,” Karen joked back making Sally blush deeply.

 

“Well that may be the next step for me,” Kate said quietly, “My divorce became final last month so Stuart and I are no longer a couple.”

 

There were murmurs of commiserations, but nothing too serious as most of them didn’t really warm to the large loud-mouthed man Kate had married a few years ago. It seemed to them that she only got married to put a man on the farm following the death of her grandfather not long after she graduated.

 

“I have been promoted again,” Victoria announced proudly. None of the others bothered asking about any personal relationships as Victoria was married to her job in the city.

 

“Well I would give you an update on the number of men I have slept with in the last year but we all know I would be lying,” Linda laughed. “However, I have been nominated for an award for my latest research.”

 

Linda had once tried to explain what she did at Cambridge Science Park, but within minutes of her starting most of them were hopelessly lost. It was easier just to picture her with a white lab coat, safety glasses and bubbling test tubes. It was this vision that had earned her the nickname ‘The Professor’ or ‘Prof’, though the truth was she worked in a baggy sweatshirt hunched over a computer with not a white coat or test tube in sight.

 

“I guess you have all seen, or rather heard, the new EnsureUInsure advert,” asked Cathy.

 

“Oh my god is that yours?” Pam exclaimed. “I mean apart from you selling out to the establishment, it is pretty catchy.”

 

“The senior management is very happy with me, so hopefully a bit more money is coming my way. What about you Pam, how is your band, ‘Complete Darkness’ doing?”

 

“It was ‘Utter Darkness’ as you well know,” Pam said poking her tongue out playfully, “and we had a recording contract on the table before our lead singer decided he would fuck the producer’s son.”

 

“Boys will be boys,” Victoria chuckled.

 

“I think it was doing him on stage and on film that caused the issue,” Pam replied remembering the fight that had broken out after Reg, their lead singer, had posted it on OnlyFans and tagged the producer.

 

“My parents are still running the White Hart, and despite all the shit going on things are doing OK,” announced Shelly. ‘Doing OK’ was perhaps a little bit of an exaggeration as the large pub in the centre of one of Manchester’s feeder towns was suffering the same as the rest of the industry. Her long-term partner Brian worked in the kitchen and she helped out behind the bar as the plan was always for them to take over one day but that was now becoming questionable.

 

With the scene set, the women started to chatter in smaller groups and Victoria was in the corner with Shelly who was becoming increasingly more drunk.

 

“What’s wrong with dog sex anyway?” Shelly slurred in Victoria’s face.

 

The rest of the group stopped their chatter and in the silence that followed you could have heard a pin drop.

 

“Shelly, are you saying you have fucked a dog?” Kate said very quietly as she looked at the pair.

 

“Yes I have,” Shelly said defensively, “and I still do.”

 

“What about your Brian?” Sally injected.

 

“He knows and he helps. After all, it was his idea.”

 

“And how did it start?” Cathy added breathlessly.

 

“It all started with dogging rather than dogs,” Shelly began.

 

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5 - Shelly’s Story

 

After university I wanted to take a break so started working at my parents' pub while I decided what I wanted to do. They served a limited selection of food and the kitchen was run by a guy called Brian. He was about 10 years older than me, ex-army, single, a nice guy and a darn good chef… and he was also quite good-looking. After the kitchen had closed Brian would often sit in the bar drinking mainly water to rehydrate and often on quiet nights we would chat.