A Marriage of Three

Three lovers in a marriage can work if one of them is a dog. I’m Becky, a lesbian, living with Sarah, sharing our lives with Lester, an adorable Newfoundland. He is a very big boy and the only man in our lives. Lester was Sarah’s dog when we met; now he is keeping two women very happy.
Lester lives to fuck us and he is not being abused.
I’m a big girl of nineteen with a very wide vulva, developed in my early years of sitting astride a carthorse on my dad’s farm. Sarah is menopausal, more than old enough to be my mum, so we offer Lester two different styles. He is Sarah’s dog and takes turns in sleeping with us but some nights we make it a threesome. This dog can fuck like no man, and we’ve both had men to prove it.
Bedtime begins with Lester following us upstairs. He knows the routine the moment we start undressing. We have a king size bed and a single divan.
When it’s the fertile point in my cycle Lester has me in his sights. My periodical whiffs turn him on and drive him crazy. He won’t leave me alone at certain times of the month but he loves shagging Sarah. After all, he is her dog but we can encourage him to take both of us..
Sarah takes him missionary style, mostly, with my help. Once she’s hanging her legs over the edge of the bed, wide apart, Lester moves in to sample her. He nuzzles in and Sarah soon reacts as he laps at her labials. She grabs and caresses his ears and keeps him in place.
Timing is important once his glistening boner appears. Sarah opens her legs to the limit so I can lift his front feet onto the bed and guide the first inches of his emerging prick into her gaping quim. She lifts her legs and crosses them over his back to pull him in until his velvety prepuce is rubbing against her cunt. He starts a few thrusts but she’s learned how to hold and wank him with her vaginal spasms.
As most girls know, dogs don’t shoot straight away. This is what makes a dog fuck so fabulous. Once he’s fully in the long stiff boner soon balloons in, including the knot. Sarah is endowed enough to take his entire bulb and her orgasm is almost instant. There’s no shouting. Just gasping until she comes in a torrent and loses all grip on Lester as her whole torso starts to heave. It’s the size of Lester’s cock when swelled in her and why a dog really makes such a good fuck. The essence is sliding in without force, without the notion of rape, while hardly the size of a regular guy’s erection before expanding to the limit of a girl’s vagina.
Once Sarah’s turned on there’s no limit to the expansion. She has a real orgasm. Lester shoots his load and she’s goes out cold: the little death or ‘petite mort’ as the French say.
Then the fun for me really begins. As Sarah has become so big and slippery, Lester soon pops out and slumps to the bedroom rug. Before he gets chance to lick himself clean I roll him onto his back just for the sight of that astonishing cock It’ll stay stiff for several minutes so he can have more fun while I have the ride of my life. There’s about nine inches with such a girth my hand won’t reach round it but I’m big enough to take it. Although he remains beautifully stiff, he can’t shoot again but I can; if I don’t come before I get him into me.
I straddle him like the days I sat astride dad’s carthorse. My large thighs are gripped on his sides just to keep him from rolling over. The labials of my cunt are swelled and ready; secreting my own vaginal saliva to make an easy entry. This is the secret of a perfect fuck.
Guiding that swollen prick into me is beyond description, with its bulbous swelling like too large balls, twice the size of any man I’ve ever seen. I just introduce it slowly; its squidgy warm sensuousness is indescribable, then lower myself onto him until I’ve got very inch. He looks up at me, in a paralysed state, with a canine smile on his face as he knows what’s coming.
The knot acts as a hilt. I don’t need it in me and forcing it could hurt him. I stretch out my arms towards his shoulder level and lean forward, taking all the weight on my hands, before closing my thighs and lowering myself until I feel the bulb against my labials and clitoris.
Now I rock to and fro, gently gripping his sides between my thighs, just to keep him in place. I talk to him as I feel the fattest part of his sensuous shaft tormenting my slimy vagina until a floodgate opens somewhere upstream of my cervix, accompanied by sounds of suction and slurping as I lift to and fro. “Lester. You’ve done it again. I live for you to fuck me.”