Canine Arousal

Fiona felt gloriously clean, the grime of the bus journey washed away by the cleansing shower. But like all pleasures this must end so, with a quick twist of the knob, the water ceased. The softness of the towel reminded her that this place was far more comfortable than she was used to, indeed it was even better than Anna had described.

This bathroom was off one of the four guest rooms in the house, each one of which was better appointed than any of the flats that she'd rented since leaving home. She was staying here at the invitation of Anna, a friend from college, just for a few days till she got her head sorted. It could only be for a few days as even Anna wasn't supposed to stay here, but her uncle was chauffeur to the owners so the let her stop over occasionally and she minded the dogs when they were away.

Once dry she hurriedly put on bra and knickers before going out into the bedroom. She didn't want to give Anna the wrong idea as to Fiona their friendship was more important than sexual experimentation. It turned out she needn't have bothered as Anna wasn't around, although one of the enormous St. Bernard was stretched out on the floor, sleeping.

Sitting at the dressing table she combed her nearly dry hair into place. Boyfriends had often told her she looked like Cameron Diaz, with her short blonde hair, and secretly she wanted to believe them , even if the compliments were just a line to try and get into her pants. Anyway, she liked what she saw in the mirror, and with a touch of war paint she knew she'd be ready for whatever daft escapade Anna came up with. Come to think, it was odd that Anna had been gone so long as she normally went hyper when they got together. It was then that Fiona noticed the clothes scattered on the floor.

Typical of Anna's humour she'd met Fiona at the station in the owners Rolls, dressed in her uncle's chauffeur's uniform, and even though Anna's uncle wasn't much bigger than her she still looked like a little girl playing dress up. Now the uniform was scattered around the room, in fact not just the uniform, even Anna's underwear was laying around. Where ever Anna had gone, she'd gone without any clothes. As Fiona picked the white shirt off the floor she noticed that the hem was sticky, obviously from the drool that the dogs generated in such quantities. She remembered the stories that Anna had told her when they'd lived in digs together. Apparently she'd got off on the dogs licking her in that most intimate of places, originally by hiding dog treats there, but eventually the flavour of Anna's girl juices were enough of a treat to keep them going.

If Anna had been playing with the dogs then she'd probably be using one of the other bathrooms to clean up. Being well brought up she started tidying. She was pondering whether the sunglasses went on the pile with Anna's underwear or joined the grey jacket and tie when she was startled by a cold wet nose investigating her crotch. It was of course the other St. Bernard.

Anna had described them as virtual twins, but the one asleep was clearly much fatter than this one. It was also clear that Anna had played her games with this dog as it continued to investigate her groin despite gentle attempts to push it's enormous head away. Her family had always been cat people, a fact that had left her unsure about dealing with a gentle giant that was at least twice her own size.

Almost pinned to the bed by the massive canine's head on her lap she thought about what Anna had described, and without realizing a decision had been made she carefully slid her panties down her thighs. The giant dog immediately started exploring Fiona's newly exposed flesh with an expertise that implied great experience. At first Fiona lay back on the bed, her thighs spread wide by the St. Bernard's broad head whilst it's gentle jaw held her still for it's strongly probing tongue. This was unlike anything she'd ever imagined as it combined the enforced pacifism she usually felt when a boys weight thrust into her with the subtlety of expert fellatio. It was so much better than her previous sexual experiences that she was totally overwhelmed by the orgasm when it arrived.

Eventually the high tide of pleasure receded, leaving her hot and breathless as the animals explorations continued unabated and she could feel another wave of pleasure getting ready to wash over her. This was something that Anna had never told her about. Her previous experience with human partners had left her with an aching jaw after only a few minutes, but an animal bred to dig through avalanches had an unimaginable stamina.

It was whilst recovering from her third orgasm that she recalled her manners, and without much hesitation, decided that it would be unfair not to reciprocate the dogs kindness. Taking great care not to dislodge the muscular tongue she carefully maneuvered around the dog until they were both laying tips to tails on the carpet. The great dog paused in it's work when her lips slipped over it's semi flaccid penis, but once she set to work he renewed his efforts inside her.

Fiona was pleased that her manners were appreciated, as demonstrated by the stiffening shaft in her mouth, and was pleasantly surprised that he was cleaner than any of the boys she'd done this with. It probably had something to do with the ability to lick your own balls.

It was whilst recovering from yet another orgasm that she realized that she was laying on the dogs belly, it's soft pelt warming her bare abdomen. She knew it was very non-PC, but she'd often dreamed of making love on furs. Not of course that her dreams had involved living fur, but they probably would from now on. Her drifting mind regained focus as he switched attention to her anus, which was suddenly penetrated by his powerful tongue. She'd never let a boy take her that way, and the thought of rimming had never attracted her. She tried to rationalize her feelings on this development, but the pleasure of flesh flowing through her back passage drove any further coherent thoughts from her mind.

When she regained control of her bucking body she was exhausted in both mind and body, but she tried to concentrate on the cock that still pistoned across her tongue, determined that she could make him cum. By now she knew she was covered by her own sweat and dog drool. In fact she could no longer feel fur on her belly, just hot saliva and a powerful tongue that seemed to be everywhere at once. She'd thought it couldn't get any better but clutching paws had dislodged her bra, leaving it a damp rag around her neck, and exposing her soft breasts to his belly fur. One again her intellect struggled against lust, and lost. Her whole body seemed to burn as the inquisitive tongue probed the soft mounds of her breasts, leaving her breathless.

It was as the hot tongue caressed her throat that her mouth suddenly filled with canine cum. Some she swallowed, but most dribbled from her slack jaws as she lay exhausted, face down in his thick fur. Even as the fetid smell of his throat filled her nostrils, her mind faded into sleep. The now bloated St. Bernard joined his twin, content with the meal that filled his bulging stomach. The only thing that disturbed its' peace was concern about where it could find another meal like this one.