They say that a dog is a man's best friend, but I'd never been a dog lover, not that I didn't particularly like them, but my family had always had cats and whenever I looked out at poor souls walking dogs on wet, windy days I was grateful for the cat flap in the back door. Despite this they'd had an immense influence on my life recently starting with that day when I went for a run along the river bank.
I'd been getting fat and lazy I had decided, my divorce was finalised, no children thankfully, and my wife, ex-wife I corrected myself, and I had accumulated enough equity to buy two separate houses, still mortgaged up to the hilt, but nevertheless neither of us had to rent, something we'd always considered a waste of money. My house was a smallish three bed semi with a tiny garden that suited me down to the ground, I had a nice bedroom, a guest room, not that I had many guests, those I did have tended to share my bed, and a small box room that suited my needs for an office.
I was a one man band IT consultant, I could do most of my work from home and had built up a good client list, regular good payers who wanted someone to maintain their systems and was available for emergency call outs. It would never make me rich, but it provided a steady income and more to the point, the flexibility to live my life according to my own timetable.
Anyway, having managed to pinch more than an inch round my thirty something waist had driven me to take up running again, I'd never been a serious competitor, I'd done the odd half marathon but life had got in the way, first marriage, then supermarket ready meals until something had to be done. I enjoyed a pint and a glass of wine, so cutting back on that didn't appeal and the alternative was to burn off those calories.
Thus I found myself running along the towpath of the local river one early summer's day. The image that the word "towpath" conjures up is of a flat, wide gravelled path almost like a road, but this hadn't been trodden by horses in a hundred years and was by now just a trampled down single file path through the grass used principally by dog walkers and the odd hiker. It was quite a pretty walk and over the years the path had become straighter, leaving crescents of concealed ground around the bends in the river.
It was as I was passing one of these that I heard a dog barking, well not exactly barking, it sounded like a small dog and the sound was more akin to a yap than a bark. Now of all dogs, the ones I liked least were the "rats on a stick" type, small, yapping creatures always clamouring for attention and this sounded like one of those. However I couldn't ignore that fact that it might be in distress somehow, and so I slowed down and turned off the main path to investigate. There was a bank of brambles and someone had forced a path through it, anglers I suspected, and I carefully picked my way through, expecting to see the dog trapped in the thorns.
What greeted me however was a perfectly normal looking terrier dog, tied up to a tree on a long lead, yapping furiously at a man and woman nearby. She was naked from the waist up, her breasts large and sagging somewhat, topped by broad nipples. She was kneeling on the ground and had the man's cock in her mouth, his trousers round his ankles, and was giving him a thorough blowjob. Her head was bobbing vigorously back and forth as she held onto his buttocks with one hand and his cock with the other.
Instinctively my hand went to my own cock which had definitely twitched at the sight in front of me, as they both looked up at me. I was on the brink of apologising and beating a hasty retreat when I noticed that the woman was beckoning me closer without breaking her rhythm for a second. I couldn't help it, my legs propelled themselves forward and in a few strides I was standing right beside them.
The woman released her partner and put both her hands on the waistband of my running shorts, looking up inquisitively into my eyes. I nodded and she pulled them down, taking my underwear with them. My cock sprang up, fully erect now, and she took it in one hand, the other returning to her partner's and began to stroke them in tandem.
Now I'm not huge in that department and I was pleased to see that his was about the same size, uncircumcised like mine and I could see our foreskins being pulled back over the crown as she slid the soft skin back and forth. She took him back in her mouth and sucked him in and out a few times, then switched to my cock and slid it into her mouth, her lips closing round it as she took me to the back of her mouth.
My knees almost buckled at the pleasure coursing through me, then she switched back again, still rubbing me quite hard. This continued for a minute or two, although it seemed like much longer until she looked back at my face and asked, "Do you want to fuck me? I've got a condom." I looked at her partner and he nodded, grinning. "Don't worry about him," she added, "he likes to watch."
With that she reached into a bag beside her and brought out a little square foil packet and handed it to me. I ripped across the top and took out the pale coloured condom and placed it on the end of my cock, rolling it slowly down until I was fully encased. She had fallen forward on her knees and had lifted her skirt over her waist exposing her backside. She had no panties on and I could see her crinkled hole in the crease of her bum, just above a pair of hairless pussy lips.
"I'm already wet," she said, "but take it carefully at first." I knelt down behind her and lined up my cock with her pussy as she parted her lips with her fingers. Pressing forward I slid slowly in, her natural lubrication combining with the condom's and soon I was fully embedded. "That's it," she encouraged, "now you can fuck me as hard as you like." I began to pump in and out as I saw the man stand in front of her and offer his cock to her mouth. She took it in and we soon found an easy rhythm, my thrusting pushing her onto his cock.
We continued for a minute or two, the only sounds being our grunting and rasping breaths and the slapping of our bodies together, when she said, "You can fuck my arse if you want." Now I'd done anal a few times and had quite enjoyed it, but it was an incredibly tight hole to get into and I'd always needed lube.
"What about lube?" I asked hoarsely.
"Just use my cunt juices," she responded crudely. I pulled my prick out of her pussy and pressed it up against her arse, wiping the fluids around her anus, then dipped two fingers inside her pussy, discovering that she was incredibly wet. I wiped them on her anus and pushed a finger inside that tight hole, finding it slipping in easily. A second joined it and although she tensed up at first she soon relaxed.
"Try your cock now," she instructed and I pressed it up against her and pushed forward. It did in fact slip in quite easily, and I paused after the first inch or so, then eased slowly forward until I could feel resistance against the end. I began to move, slowly increasing my tempo, watching as her arsehole opened to accept me.
I looked up and the man had moved away a little and was watching intently, his hand rubbing his cock. Although I suspected she was no stranger to anal, she was still incredibly tight and I could feel my orgasm start to build. "I'm going to cum," I warned her, "how do you want it?"
