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.

 

I had overheard a couple of guys earlier talking in hushed tones about how Beadenhall Woods was a local dogging hot spot. My knowledge of dogging was what I had read and seen online. I knew it was supposedly where people have sex in public and others sometimes joined in but had always viewed it with scepticism as I suspected it was greatly exaggerated or made up. I said as much to Brian later, but he confirmed it was true and it was the current hotspot.

 

I was curious and probed asking, “Do people really have sex where you can watch? Where they get out of their cars and have sex with strangers?” to each question Brian smiled and said yes. I still scoffed but he confirmed he had seen it with his own eyes and then he asked me if I wanted to judge for myself.

 

I was 23 at the time and considered myself a woman of the world. Bearing in mind what I got up to at university I thought I had seen it all, but this was something new. Sure I had seen others having sex, after all, I used to watch Victoria enough times. I also knew about sex with strangers having had more than one knee-trembler against the wall outside the student union bar with a guy I had only just met. This all sounded surreal and something I had to witness for myself.

 

After finishing my shift at 11, I left my parents to lock up telling them I was just nipping out with Brian without telling them where. As we drove in Brian’s car I started to get nervous and quizzed him about it. “Could I just watch? Would it be safe? Did we have to perform?” The last question was a bit loaded as I wouldn’t have minded if he had said yes, as I did fancy him.

 

He spoke with obvious experience as he explained that I could do as much as I wanted and others would respect that. Then added with a laugh that what I did with him would have to be on the understanding that I didn’t tell my parents as he wanted to keep his job. I found that hilarious at the thought of telling my parents I had visited a dogging site in the first place.

 

When we got to the car park near the woods Brian turned off the lights explaining that flashing them was to draw attention. Sure enough, a car less than 50 feet away started to flash its lights and the interior light came on. Brian had explained that the protocol was if the performers were in the car then you watched, if they got out it was open to negotiation. We got out and walked over to the car that already had half a dozen men gathered around it. I held Brian’s hand tightly, more from nerves than anything else.

 

I watched dry-mouthed as the woman in the car had her feet on the dashboard and was using a dildo on herself. Her window was open and she was sucking the cock of a man who had his jogging bottoms round his ankles. A man standing next to me casually asked me if I was joining in and I could see he had his semi-erect cock out as he slowly fisted it. I shook my head and he just shrugged and moved to the next car.

 

The occupants of the next car had spread a blanket on the ground and the woman was on her back with her legs wrapped around what I assumed was the driver of the car. People stood around watching, mostly men wanking though there was another couple just watching.

 

Then to my surprise, one of the group of men, a short bald guy, announced that as soon as the current man had finished then the next could fuck his wife. Almost on cue, the man on the ground yelled as he came before pulling out, keeping the now full condom in place. The next man rolled on a fresh condom before taking his place between the thighs of the bald man’s wife.

 

I could see Brian was aroused by the bulge in his jeans but was resisting the urge to pull his cock out. I was pretty turned on myself as the second man had finished and the rest of the men were wanking over her as she lay there. I whispered in Brian’s ear that if he wanted to get his cock out he should but he was still undecided. Deciding to take the bull by the horns, or rather the cock by the hand, I unbuckled and unzipped him to allow his quite reasonable cock to spring free.

 

I gripped it firmly and gave it a few tugs but then decided that I wanted to taste him. He leaned back against a car and I knelt between his legs and started to work my mouth up and down his shaft. I was so engrossed I didn’t notice we had an audience. I am not sure if Brian noticed but he didn't seem to care as he rocked his hips into my mouth. Then he groaned and spurted his seed into my throat. I have never been one to waste cum and I swallowed greedily until his balls were fully drained.

 

As he withdrew another cock was placed in front of my face and I had an instant decision, stand or suck. Deciding to take the latter option I sucked the stranger into my mouth, working my head until his seed joined that of Brian’s. As he pulled away a third cock took its place and I realised that I couldn’t really refuse.

 

I swallowed seven loads that night and as Brian drove me home, he kept telling me that was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Before we got to the pub I insisted he pulled into an unlit alleyway. Getting out I slipped off my knickers and bent over the boot. As I lifted my skirt over my hips, I asked him to fuck me until I couldn't stand.

 

That was the start of our relationship and we would go out at least once a week to dogging sites. The agreement was that whatever he did to me first I would allow all others to do the same, for the rest of the night. He of course told the rest of the guys this and they would wait with bated breath to see what we would be doing. One week it might be a blow job, the next pussy and one week he lubed his cock and pushed it into my ass. I wasn’t an anal virgin and I think I must have cum more knowing that there would be more after him. I lost count at nine and was sure there were more, I know there was still seed flowing out 24 hours later.

 

*****

 

There was an older couple, more my parents' age, who were regulars in the pub who I used to get on well with and they always stayed for the lock-in late-night drinking. One night I had finished up behind the bar and sat talking to them discussing my plans for the future and it was Marilyn who remarked about how I would be a great catch for some lucky young man, then added playfully, or woman. Her husband, Malcolm hushed her and tried to change the subject but she was having none of it and the more he tried to close her down, the more she revealed.

 

It eventually transpired they were swingers and there was quite an active swinging community. I wasn’t shocked but more fascinated as I quite fancied an older man and was also bi, as Victoria knows. I asked the obvious question about my parents but Malcolm smiled as he told me that while my Mum might have been interested my father would never have countenanced the idea. I didn’t press but got the impression that my Mum was a bit of a goer in her day, maybe that was where I inherited it from.

 

I spoke with Brian as we were pretty much a permanent item by then and he was as keen as I was to go, so between us, we begged them to invite us. At first, they looked dubious but after agreeing that we would never breathe a word to my parents they agreed to us coming to the party they were holding the following weekend. I was nervous all week and when we got there on Saturday night and rang the bell it suddenly dawned on me, I hadn’t asked if I should bring a bottle.

 

Marilyn answered the door wearing just a silk robe which she divested herself of as soon as she closed the front door behind us. Taking us into the lounge she introduced us to a variety of couples, some I knew but most I didn’t. They were in a variety of states of dress, or rather undress, ranging from fully clothed to just chatting. Just behind where we stood there was a woman who was blowing a seated man while another was fucking her from behind. Brian whispered in my ear it was just like going dogging but warmer.

 

Malcolm gave me a drink and couldn’t help laughing when he saw me glance at his cock. He explained that the hosts of the party always started naked, the rest could join in as they wished. He could see I was a little nervous and reassured me that they had a very strict, ‘no means no’ policy.

 

The thing that struck me the most about the group, was nearly all of them were my parents' age. The exception was a man who was only a few years older than me chatting to a couple as he casually fondled the breast of his companion who was a lot older.

 

Deciding to get into the swing of things quickly I asked Malcolm if I could give him a blow job as a thank you. I could see he was both excited and chuffed that I wanted to and asked me if I wanted to go somewhere private. I just laughed, dropped to my knees, and began sucking his semi-erect cock. To my surprise, it quickly rose to impressive hardness as I took him deeper into my mouth. I felt hands undressing me as I sucked and glancing to one side, I saw Marilyn’s smiling face and on the other side an unknown almost naked woman. Brian had vanished to the other side of the room where a couple were undressing him and taking turns in sucking his cock.

 

As they removed my clothes, I felt slim fingers caressing my flesh while other fingers probed my soaking pussy and it wasn’t long before I felt Marilyn’s tongue lapping at my folds. Her tongue was replaced by a cock as a guy entered me from behind forcing me onto Malcolm's cock. It wasn’t long before Malcom gripped my head and pumped his load into my mouth as the other guy unloaded deep inside.

 

As they both moved away, I could see Brian was chatting with an older woman and whatever she was saying I could tell by the look on his face he was engrossed. Before I could join him, Malcolm introduced me to a man who I vaguely knew from the pub but when he came in for a drink, he had a lot more clothes on.

 

Brian was right it was like dogging for posh people and in the safety of a home but was fun. As we drove home he kept babbling on about this woman he had talked to and the place she knew out in the country. I nearly crashed the car when he told me that it was a place where women went to be fucked by dogs. I asked him if that was what he wanted of me and he said didn’t pause before he answered ‘yes’.

 

When we got to the small flat we shared we looked up dog porn on the internet and for the first time, I watched women being fucked by dogs. Even though we had both had sex that evening we were buzzing as we tore off each other’s clothes as the videos played. I was on all fours in front of the large computer screen as he fucked me from behind telling me how he wanted to see the dogs taking me like a bitch in heat. I was so turned on at the thought that my orgasms were even bigger than they had been all evening.

 

Over the next few weeks, we chatted…watched videos…fucked like crazy…repeated the cycle. We talked about the whole thing from every angle you could think of, but always ended up with the same conclusion, we both wanted me to be fucked by a dog.

 

A few weeks later Brian drove us to an isolated farm, the electric gates covered by CCTV. Once inside the building, a man sat with us and asked a series of questions ranging from our health through to how many dogs did we want and if we wanted it recorded. I was speechless as I sat in the chair listening to Brian tell them what we had discussed earlier. For my first time, we wanted just one dog, no anal, nor me giving oral, also Brian was to be with me as the dog fucked me. We declined their offer of a professional recording but Brian had his camera phone to capture the whole thing. Brian then handed over an envelope which had cash inside but I have no idea how much, as the man simply took it and smiled.

 

The man then led me to a small room that seemed almost sterile and in the middle was a padded bench that had restraints on each corner. He assured me that on this occasion there was no need for the restraints, but the dogs had been trained to associate the bench with breeding, especially if a bitch was on it. His words reassured me, “If it gets too much or you change your mind then just get up from the bench and the dog will lose interest.”

 

Of course, what he didn’t tell me was getting up from the bench was nigh on impossible once a dog weighing as much as me was mounted and locked in, not that it mattered as I never once tried to stand anyway.

 

They told me they had chosen a Golden Retriever for my first time, as it was a passive dog that didn’t mind people around while it was fucking and was used to the bitch not always responding correctly. While they went to collect the dog I stripped and placed everything in a plastic box that they had provided. As I stood there shivering, mainly from nerves, Brian kept reassuring me that it would all be fine and I didn’t need to worry about it. Despite it being like a hospital room I was hugely turned on and could feel my wetness as I knew that in minutes I was going to be like the women in the clips we had watched.

 

The man and a female dog handler led the dog in which seemed calm enough and if anything slightly disinterested. The man told me to get on the bench and suddenly things changed very quickly. Suddenly the dog strained at the leash and when the handler released him, he was straight over to check me out.