Crazy Eight

9 - Sally’s Story

The house always seemed so empty without him. Even though it had been over a year since he was killed, I still expected him to come bowling through the door in the larger-than-life way he always did. A laugh or a joke was normally followed with a swift slap on my rump, and I knew if it had been a bad shift, as he would want to expunge the memory with sex.

I would remark how I could smell the smoke on him even after he had showered and changed at the station. If I commented, he would laugh and start to strip regardless of the time of day or where we were in the house. If I didn’t comment, he would declare he must smell of smoke and strip off anyway. Then, throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, he would carry me to the bedroom, shutting poor Barney out to wait until we had finished.

Sometimes he wouldn’t even bother taking me upstairs; instead, he would tear off my underwear, if I was foolish enough to wear any and fuck me against the kitchen counter or over the table. All the time, Barney would sit patiently until his master had finished his breeding and greet him properly.

I remember being shocked one day when, after Kevin had finished fucking me, leaving me breathless and draped over the table, he laughed that maybe Barney was waiting his turn. I shouted at him that he was a pervert and unnatural, but as he always did, he laughed it off, telling Barney that Mummy didn’t love him.

Then one day, he didn’t come home, and my world stopped.

At first, there was lots of attention from friends and family as well as Kevin’s work colleagues, but slowly the calls and the visits dwindled. During that time, the only two constants in my life were Karen and Barney, my twin pillars of strength.

Karen seemed to have changed around me. Before Kevin came on the scene, Karen always made it very clear she wanted me sexually, advances that I rejected. Even after I married Kevin, when she was our bridesmaid, she would flirt with me. Yet the moment Kevin died, she became…how can I put it…proper around me. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for me; her support was unwavering, and it was like I was no longer a sexual object.

Barney was Barney. He wore his heart on his sleeve, or somewhere on his fur, and pined for him almost more than I did. He would sit and watch the door, waiting for it to open and Kevin to burst through it. The thing that broke my heart the most was when he whined, and it was comforting him that healed my grief.

Then one hot summer’s day, I had showered late afternoon, distracted as the first anniversary of Kevin’s death was fast approaching, before padding downstairs. I only had on one of Kevin’s old tee-shirts, which was more like a mini-dress on me as I walked into the kitchen. Poor Barney was there, lying on his tummy, his snout resting on his front paws as he watched the back door. Squatting on my heels next to him, I ruffled his head as I told him that I missed him as well.

Maybe he smelt me, maybe he sensed it was his time, but for some reason he turned, knocking me off balance to squat on my ass. Before I could regain my composure, he buried his head between my thighs, his cold, wet nose pressed to my naked pussy. It wasn’t the first time he had sniffed me over the years, as anyone who knows dogs will tell you, it is common. It was, however, the first time there had been no material between me and his tongue. Then Barney did what dogs do…he licked me.

Perhaps if he had just sniffed rather than licked, I would have pushed him away, and nothing would have ever happened. As it was, that first lick changed my life forever. It had been nearly 12 months since I had any form of sexual contact, which included masturbating; I had just simply not felt like it. Suddenly, it was like an electric shock had been applied to my pussy as Barney’s pink tongue lapped at me. Should I have protested? Pushed him away, horrified and disgusted? Perhaps…but I didn’t. Deep inside, I felt that I was closer to Kevin since he had been gone, so I opened my legs wider.

Barney licked me into a frenzy, and my body ached to be fucked like Kevin would when he returned from a bad shift. Rolling onto all fours, I told Barney how it was his turn, remembering how Kevin had joked on this very spot. Barney jumped onto my back, thrusting a few times before his cock pierced my body and penetrated me to the very depths of my soul.

I was almost in shock, feeling a cock inside me after such a long time, but I didn’t have the time to consider the nuances as Barney hammered into me. Somehow I felt closer to my dead husband as here was something we both loved, deeply driving away any sadness in my soul. I didn’t think Barney’s cock was bigger than my husband’s, but it certainly felt like it, or perhaps it was down to the intensity of Barney’s fucking. It felt like my insides were being attacked, not painfully, but Barney’s cock was like a flesh battering ram assaulting my cervix. Such was the power of his fucking that I found myself pressed against the kitchen cupboards as he continued his relentless thrusts.

Not that I would have wanted to, but there was no way I could have withheld my first orgasm that burst inside with all the intensity of a year of stored-up emotions. That was when I learnt my first lesson about dog sex…Barney didn’t care if I came or not; he simply kept fucking. His purpose was my second lesson, the reason behind his savage fucking was to drive his knot into me. I had no idea what a knot was, or what it did, but when it popped inside, my brain exploded like the skittle rainbow.

Nothing can compare to the feeling of a knot pulsing and throbbing inside like it has a life of its own. I have always had a sensitive g-spot, and Kevin would love to torture and tease me when he rubbed it. I don’t detract from his memory, but this was ten times as intense, and I yelled and mewed as I came again. Then he exploded deep inside me, strong jets of cum being spurted so deep I was sure they would never come out. As he lay on my back, his soft belly fur caressing me, I wept. Not tears of sadness but tears of pure joy.

I guess some women would have been racked with guilt or remorse, but I was at peace for the first time in 12 months. I had stayed in that position on my hands and knees until I felt coordinated enough to try to stand. That was when I learnt another lesson about dog sex…their recovery powers are amazing.

Before I could rise, Barney was back behind me, sniffing and licking at my oversensitive pussy, making me squeal and squirm. I didn’t think he could possibly be ready to go again, but when I looked back, I could see his cock swinging like an angry red stick. Patting my ass, I encouraged him to mount again, raw sexuality ripping through my body. As he mounted and began to thrust, I instinctively reached between my legs to guide him home.

This time, I was more prepared for his savage and ferocious thrusts, bracing myself as he drove in. I swear he had grown in the last 15 minutes, as it felt even bigger than the first time. When his knot entered me, I orgasmed, and it seemed to roll on forever as he filled me for the second time. It was like a floodgate had been opened inside me as Barney fucked me twice more that night before both of us fell asleep.

The next morning I woke and suddenly I saw the world in joyous colours rather than the monochrome vista that had plagued me for 12 months. Barney was scratching at the door to be let out, and as he used the garden, I watched him with love filling my heart. When he came back into the kitchen, he seemed happier than I had seen him in a while. As he ate, his tail wagged from side to side in huge sweeps, showing that all was well in the world.

I decided to grab a quick shower and was amazed at the amount of his cum that was still inside me. Once I was satisfied that I was pretty much empty, I dried off as I considered what to wear. As I stood looking at my clothes hanging up in the wardrobes, it occurred to me that I still hadn’t cleared out Kevin’s old clothes. I gave a little squeak as I felt a cold, wet nose poke at my naked ass, and we both looked at Kevin’s old shirts and jumpers. Barney walked over and inhaled deeply, and I laughed as I remarked that they probably smelled of smoke. Then Barney returned to inspecting my ass, sniffing and then licking between my cheeks. Deciding that a clear-out could wait, I draped myself over the bed and waited. I didn’t have to wait long before I felt Barney sniff then mount, his cock hard and probing. Guiding him home, he gripped me with his paws and started to fuck me at high speed, making me orgasm over and over.

Over the next few days, I sorted out a lot of clutter to various charities that Kevin loved. I didn’t get rid of everything of Kevin’s, but what was left were happy memories of our time together rather than the living mausoleum that the house had become. I could have done it in half the time had I not kept stopping for Barney to fuck me.

Then things changed…