Date: Fri, 13 May 2016 10:07:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com
Subject: The Day Rover Did ME Over. Pt1

The Day Rover "DID ME" Over. Pt1.	By Pepperpuppy.

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The Day Rover DID "ME" Over Pt 1. (and my wife before that too).

I often use to wonder why people liked golden retrievers so much, because
although they were cute and harmless most of the ones I saw down at the
local dog park didn't do anything for me whatsoever.

One day however I saw a retriever in our street frantically running from
house to house looking for someone or something. It was just so sad to look
at, that when he came running into our front yard I opened the front door
and he raced in as if he knew where he was going. I closed the door after
him if only to keep him there, while I tried to look on his collar for a
name tag and hopefully a contact number as well.

He certainly seemed friendly enough as he sat upright and let me search his
collar for any form of ID and I saw a small disk on the collar which
eventually yielded a phone number.

I decided to phone it and discovered the number had been disconnected. So
without another thought, instead of letting him roam wildly from house to
house, I decided to put him in our backyard and hopefully, I'd have someone
knocking eventually asking about a golden retriever.

I certainly couldn't let him keep running around like mad, because the peak
hour was just starting and the surrounding roads were almost murder with
the number of cars driving on it and he'd very likely get skittled the way
he was blindly running everywhere.

I went and filled up a dish with water and set it down outside the backdoor
and he quickly got up and went outside to it and started drinking. I also
had a few spare cans of braised beef, so it wouldn't be any great loss to
feed him one later on, and so I settled back on the lounge and started
watching television not giving the dog a second thought.

As luck would have it, it started raining later and with no shelter outside
I let him back into the house where his wagging tail seemed to say he was
grateful for remembering him outside.

When my wife got home, her first introduction to our short term guest was
his racing to the front door to greet her, and like me she was immediately
won over by him. Later on with it still raining outside and the dog inside
with us, I noticed a small pink friend slowly sliding out from someone's
sheath, and it continued to grow longer and thicker until he had a well
formed wet one in full view of my wife and I, without an apparent care in
the world as to who could see it.

My wife did though and actually started giggling about it, saying in a
silly voice "my, my, who's a boy dog" and said he was almost as bad as me
in the lounge room. I protested I had no idea what she meant, although I'd
just occasionally "give the slug a BIT of a tug", provided the TV program
was arousing in some way.

Candice went upstairs to get changed and came back down in her nightie and
sat down on the carpet next to the dog instead of me, and although the dog
still had a bit of a wet one showing, started stroking his tummy and got
him to start the well-known dog scratch that all dogs tend to do.

I went outside to get something to eat, and heard the dog starting to jump
around and Candy encouraging him, but it was probably thirty seconds later,
that her voice changed to shock, as I heard her shout "get down you damned
horny mongrel" then "no, no, noooo, don't you dare".

Then I heard Candy frantically screaming out "get away from me, NO GET
DOWN" then "CRAIG! Help me. Come quick". And then in a more desperate
voice, "Hurry up for Cheeses sakes...HURRY"

I raced back into the lounge room to now find Candy on her knees and the
dog on her back excitedly thrusting trying to mount her.

I quickly moved over to pull him away and when I grabbed him, he turned his
head and started to bite/bark at me, so I hurriedly pulled my hands away
and shouted for Candy to drop to the floor and roll away.

Unfortunately, Candy didn't just drop straight down on the floor, instead
dropping onto her arms first and so leaving herself more vulnerable with
her butt further up in the air, and the dog's penis quickly found its
target, and was jack hammering into Candice at a furious pace.

Candice was screaming out for me to stop him, but every time I moved closer
to try and pull him off, he'd start growling menacingly at me approach and
forced me to back away.

Candace suddenly stopped screaming and started a long drawn out moan, and I
knew, that the dog was doing something to her that she now appeared to be
enjoying.

After about a minute, I could see she was actually rocking her entire body
back against the dog, before she gave out a loud scream of pain.

I'd read about when this happened often enough, to know that the dog had
somehow forced his knot inside of Candy and wasn't letting go of her until
he was finished inseminating her.

She was now breathing quite rapidly and loudly, and I worriedly asked her
if she was OK. She told me that the dog had shoved something big inside of
her, and that it now felt like it was swelling up inside of her, and she
could also feel hot jets of fluid hitting her insides as well.

I gradually moved closer to Candy mindful of the dogs teeth, incase I could
still help her in some way, but was ready to back off incase the dog turned
to bite me.

The dog however now seemed very docile on top of Candy and still slowly
thrusting into her, but was trying to slide off of her back and onto the
floor facing in the opposite direction.

As I knelt next to Candy, I kept asking her if she was OK while explaining
to her what was happening. I explained about how when a male dog mounted a
female dog, that after he was settled inside fully to fertilize the female,
he usually slid off of her and his knot held them both together, while he
continued to fertilise her puppy eggs.

I told her I couldn't try dragging him away from her now, because his
swollen knot might damage her and we'd both have to wait until he was
finished and his knot started to shrink, before we could get her away from
the dog.

Candice breathing more normally now told me, "Craig my insides feel like
someone has stuck a thick hard pole inside of me and apart from feeling
like my stomach's going to explode and my vagina feels like it's been split
in two, I'll manage somehow but promise me that as soon as you think he's
finished, you'll to take the mongrel out to the back yard and shoot him.

She then told me that his dick felt like a baseball bat inside of her, and
suddenly said "sorry honey" and tensed her body, before crying out that the
dog was making her body start to have a huge orgasm, and after apologising
again let her body go with the orgasm.

I could see by the expression on her face that she was enjoying it, and for
about two minutes, she just simply moaned loudly, helpless to do otherwise
while the dog was inside of her. She finally stopped moaning to tell me he
seemed to be shrinking a bit, and then she groaned in pain instead of
ecstasy, as the dog's still huge cock slowly started sliding out of her
with a lewd squelching sound.

Her still filled vagina started to spurt out a thin stream of smoky
coloured fluid and she shouted at me to get some towels for the carpet, so
I dashed out to the bathroom and came back with towels putting one on the
puddle of fluid now soaking into the lounge room carpet under her pussy.

Suddenly the dog pulled away and was free of her, and his dick looked like
an obscene huge misshapen red and swollen log of some sort, barely just
managing not to drag on the carpet. Candace turned round to see where he
was and saw it. "Oh fuck Craig, no wonder I felt so full in there".

She gingerly rolled over onto her side, still in an almost foetal position
with her eyes closed and still breathing heavily. I tried to make her feel
better by gently rubbing her stomach which she usually liked.

I quickly also saw Candice's gaping vagina and a small thin trickle was
still leaking out of her, so I put another towel gently between her legs to
catch the spillage.

I let her recover as best as she could, until she finally told me that I'd
have to get rid of the dog because she couldn't stand the idea of him
raping her again. I told her I would and immediately got up and grabbed his
collar and frog marched him out the back door.

I came back in and sat down next to her, worried for her insides because of
the size of the dog's dick when he pulled out of her. I told her I'd drive
her to a nearby hospital so they could examine her, which she immediately
nixed saying she wouldn't know how to tell a doctor about what had just
happened.

So instead I helped her slowly up off the carpet and then into the bathroom
holding the towel between her legs as I positioned her to sit down on the
toilet seat, more because she was still dribbling from her vagina although
not as badly as she first been. She told me to leave her and go try and fix
up the carpet, while she'd have a shower and then go to bed and see how she
felt in the morning.

I was absolutely furious about the dog and would have shot him if I'd had a
gun, but instead opened up the can of braised beef and put it outside the
door, which he came over and started demolishing. I also put another dish
of water out for him, and hoped it didn't rain anymore because he'd be left
to drown outside if it did.

I then went and did my best with the lounge room carpet, hoping that by
tomorrow it wouldn't have stained, and if it did, maybe with luck it could
be dry cleaned, before going to check up on Candice who had finished
showering, and was now looking between her legs with a small mirror.

When she saw me looking at her, she told me that apart from the swelling he
hadn't torn her in any places, before heading for the bedroom allowing me
to follow her.

She then went over to her chest of drawers and took out a pair of old daggy
panties she usually wore for her periods, and went back out, coming back
into the bedroom shortly after wearing them along with a panty napkin in
the gusset, telling me she would most likely leak until the morning, before
gingerly sliding into her side of the bed, while I turned off the main
light and joined her.

I asked her if she needed anything, and apart from telling me she just
wanted me to gently cuddle her, said she'd be OK now, so I carefully
snuggled up into her back and we both fell asleep within minutes.

When we woke up in the morning Candy said she felt kind of OK but sore, so
we both agreed we'd both stay home today, so I could keep an eye on
her. She still got up before me when we did both decide to get up, and
walked very gingerly into the bathroom, where I heard her five minutes
later under the shower.

I got out of bed to inspect the lounge room carpet. On looking at it I
thought it probably only now needed a dry clean, to bring it back up to
almost new again. So I then headed on out to the kitchen to feed the dog,
who I saw sitting outside in the early morning sun. After feeding him I
went back inside to cook up some breakfast, then rung up our two work
places and said that both Candice and myself felt too ill to come in today.

When Candice came out into the kitchen casually dressed and acting more her
normal self, I began to finally relax and over breakfast she told me
exactly what had happened to cause the problem last night...

Apparently, the dog had gotten up and pushed his muzzle between her legs,
before lapping her panty less vagina with his tongue. She told me it felt
bloody fantastic, then got back down onto the floor and started bouncing
around silly like infront of the dog. Candy then said to me that it was her
own fault for teasing the dog, jumping around the carpet on her hands and
knees and acting silly the way she did.

Candy then told me "Craig, he simply followed his animal instincts which
was probably MY fault. I was the one who came down stairs in my nightie
with no underwear on. I was just hoping for a bit of mid-week sex, except
you didn't get any and the dog got it instead" and she actually giggled
showing me that I no longer had to fear for wellbeing.

She then honestly spoke to about last night.

After the dog had mounted her and knotted her, she told me she had the best
orgasm she'd ever experienced, and that was no slur on me or any of her
previous lovers.

"But the dog's gives a good fuck, believe you me", Candy she told me and
then told me straight that if she were single, she wouldn't want to get rid
of an animal that could make her body experience, what he did to her last
night. I asked her with increasing incredulity if she was serious, and she
look straight at me and said "deadly serious".

Candice saw the confusion in my face, before telling me I could keep the
dog if I wanted to, but he'd have to be fixed immediately, so as to never
cause any more situations to happen like last night ever again.

She then stood up and brightly told me she was going to go to the gym,
because she wanted to have a spa to relax her body shock, and that she'd
see me around noon, when we might go out for some lunch. Then heading back
to the bedroom and getting her swimsuit and gym gear, she came back into
the kitchen and kissing me good bye, drove off in her car.

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I still couldn't believe Candy's remarks about her orgasms with the dog and
quickly went into the study and checked out the web. After ten minutes of
quick reading I decided I had to find out for myself, and headed for the
back door to call the dog in and find out for certain.

He trotted into the kitchen as if nothing had ever happened and seeing he
didn't seem to be snappy or irritable. That finally made up my mind for me,
to see if Candice had been telling me the truth or not.

Personally I was all for ringing up the dog's home, to ask them to call
round and pick up the dog and take it away, but when I looked at him, his
face seemed so pathetically sad, that I still wanted to give him one more
chance.

With my mind made up, I began patting the dog and playing with him to see
if he reacted any differently than last night, but he simply behaved in his
usual docile manner. So I started scratching where his tail met his body
and after a bit of this, his pink rocket started showing. I kept up my
scratching until I thought he was well and truly out and showing his all.

I then got down on my knees and started playing with him in a boisterous
manner, pushing against him which started to make him pounce up and down,
with his tail wagging furiously in an excited way, as if to say "let's have
fun."

I slid my pants off and backed up to him, hoping that this was how female
dogs presented themselves, and although he kept prancing up and down on the
spot, didn't do anything sexually aggressive, even though his pink rocket
was well out and shiny wet.

I wasn't sure what to do next, but decided that if anything did happen, if
it was anything like what happened to Candy last night, I'd better make
sure I was lubricated and ready.

So I got up off of the carpet and headed for the bathroom, where I put some
KY on two of my fingers, and bending over to one side, put them up against
my rosebud, and started working them into my bum.

The slippery KY quickly saw my both my fingers sliding inside of me and I
repeated it several more times with more KY until I figured I would now be
able to handle the dog's rocket if I could get him to mount me.

I also thought that if he liked Candy so much last night, then how could I
possibly appear to be like Candy for him to mount me. In an instant it hit
me how.

So I headed for the laundry and saw Candice's panties from yesterday and
took them out of the basket of dirty washing. I held them up to my nose and
quickly smelt her pungent and distinctive odour in the gusset. My idea was
that if I rubbed the smelly panty gusset, against the insides of my thighs,
it might make me smell more like Candy, and possibly that might make the
dog mount me.

I took the panties with me back into the lounge room, and held them up to
the dogs muzzle and nose, and after a moment I saw his tongue start to lick
her panties eagerly, almost devouring them. I spoke in a silly excitedly
voice to the dog, trying to excite and encourage him.

"That's the boy, go ahead and lick them, you know you like that don't you
boy" and started to kneel down onto my hands and knees, while the dog was
continuing to lick her panties excitedly. Once I was down on all fours. I
started to back my arse up to the dog.

Seconds after backing into his face, I felt the dog's tongue slowly licking
along my anus, and then further down to my thighs, where I'd rubbed
Candice's panties.

He licked there for a while, and his rough tongue felt fantastic brushing
along my thighs with his constant lapping. I kept wiggling my buttocks,
hoping that that might tempt him. He seemed more keen on licking my thighs
and anus though.

Every time he licked my anus, his tongue seemed to curl up slightly and he
seemed to press harder against my rosebud, opening it so that his tongue
slipped just inside of me, and each time he did that, my body trembled at
the sensation.

My own cock was now as hard as steel and leaking a lot of pre-cum. His
tongue licking my anus only made it leak even more. I'd never had anyone do
this before, and I absolutely loved the sensation against my rosebud.

Candy and I would sometimes mess about in bed, with Candy trying me out as
a recipient by gentle teasing my rosebud, usually with one of her thin
vibrators, but it had only ever been very shallow rimming of my anal lips
with the vibrator.

Although the dog's tongue didn't vibrate, it was his rough but still soft
tongue licking and the especially warm feeling of it, brushing just inside
my anus that had me wondering if it had been the same for Candy's vagina,
which I knew to be extremely sensitive whenever I went down on her.

I just hoped that if he did mount me, that he hadn't already licked away
all the KY inside of me, because for damn certain, any of it around the
outside of my rosebud was surely now gone. I tried pushing my anal muscles
out, as if I was trying to dump, hoping that some of the KY would seep back
out of me.

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I'd lost complete track of time with his licking my anus, but suddenly felt
him jumping up slightly and then his paws grabbing hold of my sides as he
found his way onto me. His first thrust holding onto me saw my body moving
slightly forward, even though I was still trying to push my body back
towards him, and then felt his body start to rock forward quite quickly as
he was trying to fuck the space around him.

I knew that his cock was trying to find an opening, any opening, even my
opening, and the sides of my butt got painfully poked several times, before
panting eagerly, his rocket found its target slightly, with the tip of his
penis just brushing my rosebud opening.

I also felt his hardness just opening my rosebud ever so slightly, and
having read that it was best to squeeze/push outwards, when trying to
insert something inside your anus, tried to do it, just at the same time as
the dog, having found its target, thrust hard at it again.

I think the dog's thrusting forwards and my thrusting backwards had our
bodies meeting together at about the same time, as I screamed loudly on
feeling a hard sudden thrust, filling the inside of my arse almost
entirely.

But I didn't have time to think about it, since having found his way in the
backdoor, the dog was now jack hammering my arse for all he was worth,
while still managing to work his way even deeper inside me. His frantic
jack hammering me was actually starting to feel quite good inside of me,
and I was consciously trying to push back against him wanting him to go
deeper.

I was actually saying "harder boy harder" and panting, just as heavily as
the dog, and in a moment of sudden clarity, realised that Candice had done
the same thing last night too, except his dick wasn't in her arse!

He was now well inside of me as I felt him pounding against my opening. The
more he pounded, the more I felt I needed to push back and was desperately
trying to. It felt really good and I felt my rosebud yielding further the
harder he fucked me.

He was obviously rubbing my prostate, because my cock and balls were
tingling and my dick was leaking which I saw, when my body needed to rest
forcing me to drop down onto my arms and I took the opportunity to look
between my legs.

This new angle also seemed to give the dog even better leverage and his
pounding seemed to increase, as did his pushing against my rosebud which
was actually now opening and closing more.

At the same time I was looking between my legs, I also saw two pairs of
legs standing at the lounge room doorway, and panicked while trying to move
my body around enough to see who they belonged to. This only seemed to
encourage the dog even further, and I felt something now quite hard and
large trying to be pushed inside of me.

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Authors Note... MYRA speaks with a country twang, so read her lines like
you're a southern country hick! pullleeease ***********************


"That boy's sure got a damned big knot Candice. Big as some of my dawgs" I
heard a feminine drawling voice say. "Craig squeeze like you're trying to
shit a watermelon honey, otherwise he's going to wreck your ass for sure".

I had no idea who she was, but felt that whatever it was she was talking
about, it was going to hurt if I didn't follow her suggestion, so I
strained to the hilt.

All it seemed to do, was make whatever it was, go further inside of me
before becoming stuck again, and the pain of it had me groaning louder and
I was actually snorting more than breathing quickly, trying to manage the
pain in my arse.

"Hang on sugar, I'll give you a hand" she laughed, and I heard someone
coming over towards the dog and me and stand behind us. "Here pup, I'll
help you out a little bit here, and then you can get in and really breed
your bitch", and I felt a sudden hard firm push, and I screamed before my
arse suddenly felt it was closing again, and my bowels inside now seemed
full to bursting.

I felt quite nauseous in my stomach after that, but at least the severe
pain in my anus was now easing back considerably. My arse was now also
making involuntary wet farting sounds, which I was loudly apologising for
to my still unknown visitors!

The strange voice simply laughed and said "don't worry about it hon, my
hubby did just the same thing his first few times he was bred". She then
told me she was going to move the pup off my back, so that we could both
find it easier, and I suddenly realised just how heavy the dog actually
was!

I felt the dog being moved off of my back, and could now turn my head
around enough, to see him facing the other way, and again I thought of
Candy and the dog last night. I now understood precisely what he was doing
inside of me...

I could actually feel him squirting inside of me almost continuously and
now seeing Candy in the room told her about it. The other woman I now
recognised as Myra, one of the female workers at the gym Candy and I
used. Myra proceeded to give me a running commentary of what was happening.

"He's breeding you hon, filling you full of his sperm, wanting to give you
plenty of puppies when you give birth" she advised me, then told Candy,
"looks to me Candy like you've got yourself some good competition, for
who's going to be queen bitch in the house from now on" and laughed.  From
my point of view and with a dog up me to the hilt, it didn't seem funny at
all!

"We're going to need to help Craig when the dog pulls out of him Candy" I
heard her say, before another clarity moment hit me. I suddenly realised my
wife and her friend were seeing a grown man being fucked by a dog and one
of them was talking as if it were a common everyday occurrence.

Even so how was it that Candy and Myra were even in the house anyway I
wondered?

"Candy, what the fuck are you doing home, it's not lunchtime yet" I told
her through gritted teeth, because of the feeling of being so full in my
stomach and bowel areas.

She told me it was after eleven, but that she'd come home early with Myra,
after Myra found out about last night, and wanted to see the dog for
herself. "I" was wondering how Myra even knew anything about last night.

"And when I come home with my friend, who do I see on the floor groaning
and crying out for help, with that damned dog on top of him, and obviously
fucking you senseless" Candy said.

"The both of you were obviously having so much fun, that you lost track of
time, and now I've caught you OUT, although he still seems to be inside of
you" she giggled, "and I think if I remember properly, his dick may
possibly be a long way inside?"

Her friend Myra then spoke up "It's a good thing you did come back early
and brought me with you Candy girl, because there's no way known in heaven,
that Craig's going to be able to have that dawg dismount him, without
wrecking his arse, unless we help him to do it, because that's exactly what
happened to my hubby the first time HE did it for himself".

I stifled a smart arsed comment and instead said "Candy once he's out of
me, I'll try and explain everything to you honey, but at the moment I'm
more worried about the pains in my stomach than anything"

"You forgot to use some towels too!" Candy reminded me.

"Yeah but he's obviously put a little bit of thought into it, cause he's
used your panties to get that dog horny honey" Myra commented. "Anyway
trust me when I tell you, he's not going nowhere for a just a while yet
judging by the size of that rock that's been shoved up him."

"So why don't you just go get some old rags and stuff, and I'll just spread
them on the carpet round where his arse is, for when the dog starts to pull
out. But until then, why don't you get the both of us a drink, and we'll
just sit on the lounge here and have a chat to Craig, about things in
general and watch the show infront of us."

While this was being done, I tried to not look too ashamed, although if you
could imagine how I looked, you'd wonder how I couldn't be ashamed of
myself.

Once Candy had gone outside and gotten the towels for Myra to spread around
and then gotten both of them brews, they sat down on the couch opposite and
calmly took in the scene more comfortably.

I decided not to wait until the dog was out of me, and started to explain
to Candy, why and what I'd done, some of which Candy could see for
herself. I was totally honest with everything about what I did, including
the names of the two websites I looked at.

Through it all, I had to occasionally apologise, like when I uncontrollably
broke wind or the growing swelling inside of me, which made me stop, to
have to manage the nausea in me, by breathing heavily.

All the time meanwhile, I could feel the dog's semen still filling me, and
actually said so by way of saying, "I now know what you went through last
night Candy, and he's doing exactly the same thing to me right now".

Surprisingly Candy wasn't mad at me in the least.

Infact she told Myra and me, how sweet she thought I was for trying to
understand what "that dog" had done to me, and she pointed at him as she
said it. She was just amazed, she told us, that I'd actually be dumb enough
to DELIBERATELY do the same thing myself!

Myra laughed when Candy said that, and told her that once I was finished
being bred, and Gone to the doctors for stitches, she'd call her hubby up
and get the four of us together, for a steak meal at a nearby hotel and
tell us a bit about their other business, that we wouldn't have known about
or guessed in a million years.

"Stitches(?), no way Jose" I said.

Myra then told me that she could see I was already torn, by the blood on my
thighs, but I shouldn't worry because she knew a doctor, that she could
have call round straight away, if she thought I couldn't travel, who'd fix
me up and give me the necessary needles afterwards.

"By the way Craig honey, I know you're a bit TIED UP at the moment" Myra
drawled, "but how much do you want for the pooch anyhow?"

I told her, that I'd hoped up until now, that perhaps I might have been
able to keep him, but wasn't sure about it anymore.

"Uh Uh, hon, that there boy's been trained to fuck humans, if I haven't
lost my touch for spotting those things, and I haven't."

"I'd say that somethings happened in his owner's life, that's caused him to
dump the dog somewhere, like around here, maybe because he's thinking of
getting married, or just done so, or maybe he's splitting up, or his wife's
even having a baby."

"But take it from your Aunty Myra honey, he isn't just an ordinary golden
retriever for a couple of people like yourselves. Either of you, would only
have to bend over near him, and he'd be on your backs quicker than you
could say "what the fuck!"

"Somebody's trained him properly on how to fuck. That's for sure!" Myra
told us.

"Another thing I'm sure of as well, and that's that dog's been damned well
looked after, judging by his shiny coat and docile manner", which had me
interrupt her, and say he tried to bite me last night, and explained the
circumstances to Myra.

"Cheeses Hun, think about it" at which point, I interrupted her saying I
thought he might be finished.

Myra got up and looked behind me, and I felt her hand work around my arse,
to feel something there, and she said nonchalantly "nah, probably about two
or three minutes more to go yet", and came back over and sat back down. As
it so happened, she turned out to be absolutely right.

"Anyway as I was saying hon, if you're going to interrupt someone fucking,
he's bound to get nasty. I mean it stands to reason doesn't it. If anyone
interrupted my hubby fucking me, he'd be eaten his next meal through a
straw I'm here to tell you" and she laughed out loud.

"I just may be able to help you out about the dog though Craig."

"Hubby and I are always on the lookout for good stock. I'll give you and
Candy a thousand bucks cash for the dog, and I'll throw in free life time
servicing for both of you, by him or any of our other dogs she told us.