Zoo sex story - Lessons from OZ
Hot hot hot! It must be pushing 85 I thought. Strange weather for May in Seattle. The tender green flowers so
used to cool moist rains were practically steaming under the hot afternoon sun. The air was full of the hot moist
smells of earth and flowers. I could smell the heat from my body wafting up through the open collar of my blouse.
As I reached the house the idea of a cool shower occurred to me and inspired, I bounded up the stairs to the
front door.
"Hello!" I called as I entered the front door…but it echoed unanswered. My boyfriend wasn’t back from his trip
yet. I sighed…"maybe his flight was late"… Then I heard the pounding of feet coming down the stairs - it was
Oz, my boyfriend’s dog - the next best thing! He bounded over to me and greeted me with lots of licking and
jumping around. Oz is a very good dog, and quite possibly the largest shepherd alive on the planet. He’s still a
little young and rambunctious though, and a dog of his size coupled with the mentality of a puppy can yield some
interesting situations, as I was about to find out.
I left Oz downstairs and proceeded up to the master bath, where my oasis awaited. I turned on the shower and
felt the cool water tingle on my fingers, up through my arms, and down through my body. A quiet gasp escaped
my throat. I turned away from the shower and began to undress…first unbuttoning my blouse and then sliding
off my jeans. It was at this point that I caught a glance of myself in the mirror - breasts swelled up and straining
against the lace of my bra, skin golden and glowing under the soft light coming in from the skylight above. I
stopped and looked for a moment, thinking to myself "this is about as good as it gets, huh…21 years old,
blonde,…fresh off a week at the spa…warm and tingling from the heat…shame there’s nobody around to share
this with."
I stepped into the shower and the cool water hit my chest, causing all my muscles to become taut and
trembling. I took a deep breath and looked down at my breasts, full and straining against the cold stream…I
could see my nipples harden. I felt a tingle between my legs, and I knew then that the shower would end in an
orgasm. However, this would not come about in a way I had anticipated.
I ran my hands over my body, washing away all the sweat of the day, admiring and caressing my youthful
curves. As usual, my hands soon found their way to my tits, where I started to play with my nipples, coercing
them into deeper shades of pink. I felt a hot trickle begin to seep out of my slit, and my hand instinctively went
to it’s source. Slowly I slipped a cool finger between my hot lips, and felt my knees begin to tremble. It had been
a while since I had been touched there, since my boyfriend had been away, and I’d been swamped with
midterms…I just hadn’t found the opportunity. But there it was, hot and slippery in my hands.
I decided that I’d had enough of the shower and that it was time to head for the bed and the dildo. As I stepped
out of the shower I happened to glance out the window that overlooked the neighbor’s yard. Lucky me, there
was my hot neighbor out mowing the lawn…sans shirt. A perfect sight to spur my desire even more. As not to be
seen I kneeled down to all fours and crept towards the lower corner of the window. Perfect view. I suppose
that’s exactly what Oz was thinking too. It so happens that during my excitement I hadn’t noticed that he had
come in the room and was lying in the opposite corner, hoping for some sort of entertainment I suppose.
My position allowed him a full view of my wet, dripping haunches and my throbbing, flushed pussy. This must
have aroused his interest, because I heard him begin to walk over. I was a little startled to hear footsteps, but
when I realized it was just Oz I turned back to the spectacle I was watching. I assumed he was coming over to
see what I was looking at. I remember my father once telling me very sternly not ever to assume anything. I
doubt he was foreseeing a situation like this, but regardless it was good advice…advice which I must have
forgotten in my state of arousal.
I felt something warm and wet on my thigh, which turned out to be Oz’s nose. Harmless, I thought…but then his
nose began to migrate towards my pussy. Uh-oh…I felt his breath, sniffing in my scent…he buried his nose
insistently into my slippery folds and it was at this point that I started to turn around to reprimand him, but as I
did he uttered a low, warning grumble. This surprised me, because Oz was usually not an aggressive dog. But
this wasn’t anger…this was arousal - arousal that I had brought on by my own carelessness. I knew that male
dogs, especially those who are not fixed, can become aggressive when they get horny. But was he horny or just
curious?
A quick glance between his loins revealed the truth of his intention - in the form of an immense, glistening pink
cock. I gasped…how the hell could I get out of this one? I didn’t want to struggle and get nipped, but I was
afraid that if I did end up getting taken by this dog that someone would find out, namely my boyfriend. I didn’t
think he would approve at all! Oz’s tongue grazed my clit and dipped into my hole, spreading my juices
everywhere. "Why am I still do wet?" I thought…"what the hell?". My mind was telling me that this was
absolutely wrong, but my body was getting hotter and wetter by the second. My mind and body didn’t really get
to resolve their dispute though, because Oz was considerably more dominant than either of them. His tongue
pressed deeper and harder against my pussy, soon it was plunging in and out of me, raking against my walls,
making me wince but still making me wetter than ever.
Then he stopped. I held still, not sure of what was next.(Really, I probably could’ve guessed). I felt his forelegs
bear down on my back as he began to mount me. His huge paws reached down around the sides of my neck,
holding my head still. I felt the first nudge of his cock, pressing against my wet hole. "Here it comes"…And it did,
sliding in one swift motion into my tight hole, filling me to maximum capacity. I felt my slick lips straining around
his huge size, tender and hot already from all the licking. He began to thrust, deeper and deeper, I could feel his
balls slapping against my clit, giving me shocks of bittersweet pleasure. No man had ever fucked me as hard or
as strong as that dog - it was phenomenal. I felt as if my cunt was on fire.
He pumped hard, digging his throbbing meat deep inside me. My body rocked and shook tremendously. Then he
began to pound furiously, grunting and straining to probe as deeply as he could. I felt his claws close around my
shoulders…and then came the flood of cum, shooting up inside me, dripping out my hole, hot and slippery on my
tender pussy.
He gave me a few more slow, hard rams, just to be sure, and then groaning, stepped off, sauntered over to the
toilet, and took a drink. Finally I was released, and slowly I turned over and leaned against the wall, only to see
my boyfriend standing in the corner, looking quite amused, with a beer in hand. I was quite surprised to see him,
and even more surprised to see the look on his face!
"Welcome back…enjoy the show?" I asked sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, that’s one I’d like to see again. I can’t even imagine how you got yourself in that situation but
whatever you did, keep doing it. Did Oz teach you a few lessons? You know, you looked hot as fuck getting
worked over like that…but as much as I enjoyed it, it is still technically cheating, and really there’s only one way
to make it up to me - and seeing as how you’re already all warmed up…