Aurora


  I pushed aside the pile of paperwork and looked at my watch. 
11:02 P.M.  Damn!  Sometimes 'being your own boss' isn't all it's
cracked up to be.  You can run your business pretty much the way
you want to and all, but the hours are hell!  I'm finally making
decent money but that's not all you need for a good family life.
My wife left me about a year ago.  Ran off with my own brother,
no less!  Well, no good fretting over that, I'll end up with an
ulcer or worse.  Like I'm not headed there already.  I grabbed a
cold beer from the fridge on my way to the living room and turned
on the late news.  Might as well see what part of the world blew
up today while I was busy.

  Nothing much interesting on the news tonight, mostly filler
stories and some "what's going to kill us this week" type of
stuff.  A commercial came on and I sort of slipped into a
daydream... if you can still call it a daydream at 11 P.M. 
Anyway, I was going to have Maggie over the weekend and it could
turn out to be a conjugal visit!  Maggie is an Australian
shepherd my ex-wife Kim and I had while we were married.  She's a
pretty little thing; she has a long, silky white coat with black
and blue-gray patches all over and some tan on her legs and face.
 Her eyes are a clear golden color and like most Aussies, she
lacks a tail.  Her tail-impaired rear end has a little tuft of
fur on it like a rabbit's, so I nicknamed her "Bunny-butt."  She
had continued to live here with me for a while after Kim left,
until things got sorted out and the divorce was final.  Maggie
was better companionship to me during those few months than Kim
had been for a long time, and it really hurt to l
 et her go.

 My relationship with Kim had slowly withered on the vine as I
put more and more time and effort into the business and spent
less and less time at home.  I have to admit that it had gone way
beyond a question of mere survival and had become an obsession. 
I should have known it was over when Kim stopped waiting up for
me or even asking how things were going.  Maggie, on the other
hand, was always glad to see me and would greet me
enthusiastically even when I came home at 2 A.M.  She would often
accompany me on sales calls and deliveries.

  I have been a serious dog-lover all my life and from time to
time, certain things have happened that I'm not exactly proud of.
 More than a few times, I've gone way beyond the usual boundaries
of what most people think of as normal behavior between a human
and a dog.  Several of those incidents have involved Maggie. 
When the emotional bond between Kim and me eroded, the physical
side of the relationship of course went with it.  I was far too
preoccupied with work to miss the emotional part, but my body
still craved physical release.

  It first happened late one evening when I was alone at the
office.  I leaned back in my desk chair to rest my eyes for a
moment.  Maggie, who had been curled up on a rug next to my desk,
jumped into my lap and began licking my face and rubbing her head
under my chin.  I played with her ears as she licked, until she
managed to get that tongue of hers into my mouth.  I went to push
her away but then thought better of it; I let her have her way
and even explored her mouth a bit with my own tongue. The whole
experience was surprisingly pleasant and I was getting very
aroused.  That was something that hadn't happened in a very long
time. I stroked her soft, silky fur as we kissed and it wasn't
long before my right hand found its way down her belly and
between her thighs.  I gently slid a finger into her little doggy
vulva and found her already quite wet.  I unzipped my pants and
pulled out my cock to see if I could get her interested in
licking it.  She took a half-hearted sniff
  at it and went right back to my mouth.  So much for that!  I
continued kissing her while I slowly worked my finger in and out
of her pussy.  I could feel her vaginal muscles rhythmically
squeezing and pulling at my finger until she wrapped her front
legs around my arm and began humping vigorously.

  As much as I wanted to mate with Maggie right then and there,
she's too small for me to safely penetrate and she's spayed
besides.  She can take most of my middle finger, but that's about
all.  I laid my penis up between her hindquarters and along her
smooth, warm tummy and carefully positioned her so she was
sitting in my lap with her back to my belly and her pussy riding
against the base of my cock.  My left arm cradled her chest while
I allowed her to grip my hand and wrist with her forelegs and
brace her hind feet against my thighs as she humped.  I continued
to stimulate her and myself, with my hand wrapped around my shaft
and my fingertips briskly stroking the sides of her vulva.  She
kept humping, against my cock now.  I leaned back in my chair as
far as I could and let her pound away at me.  Though it was kind
of a strange position with Maggie nearly on her back, it kept us
in intimate contact while still allowing us to share passionate
kisses.

  She stopped humping and gripped my arm more tightly and made a
sort of throat-clearing sound accompanied by a shudder that shook
her little body from one end to the other.  Her entire groin and
lower belly twitched and throbbed with her orgasm.  A tingling,
burning wave of excitement like I hadn't felt in far too long
washed over me and I erupted into Maggie's belly fur.  She took a
few moments to clean herself up, then leapt clear across the room
and began chasing the little puff of fur where her tail would
have been.  I wanted to have her clean me up too, but every time
I'd reach for her, she'd bark at me and bound away.  She finally
gave in and lapped so fiercely at my cock that I involuntarily
gave her an extra little shot of cum.  As I got dressed, she
jumped into my arms and I cradled her against me and kissed her
until she got so wiggly that I had to set her down on the floor.
Maggie looked up at me, panting heavily and waggling her tailless
rump.  "Cigarette?" I (j
 okingly, of course) suggested, but we opted for a walk around
the block instead.  She must have left her scent-mark in fifteen
different places... for some reason, Maggie has always liked to
cock her leg and pee on vertical surfaces like a boy dog.

  Maggie and I came to enjoy our little tension-busting sessions
so much that we were doing it a couple or three times a week.  I
have been with some much larger bitches over the years with mixed
results, but Maggie was so eager and the sex we shared was
surprisingly satisfying, despite her limitations.  I knew it was
too good to last, though.  Kim insisted that Maggie was "her" dog
and I was much too wrapped up in my work to give her the
attention she needed.  Her lawyer agreed, so now I only get
Maggie for an occasional weekend.  I'm almost surprised I don't
have to pay doggie support for her!

 Just thinking about having a sexual romp with Maggie had me
rock-hard.  I finished off my beer and considered going into the
bathroom to take care of my erection on my own.  As I turned off
the TV, though, I heard a sound coming from the kitchen.  I
walked out towards the screen door and heard it again.  It was an
all-too-familiar scratching and rattling sound.  The damned
raccoons were getting into the garbage again!  I picked up a beer
can that I'd put a handful of pennies into and slipped out the
door.  I was greeted by the usual sight, the trash can falling
over with a thud and spilling its contents over the back yard.  I
drew back to toss the can and scatter the critters, but I caught
a glimpse of a reflection from a pair of eyes.  The eyes were
much too big and too far apart to belong to any raccoon.  I
reached back inside the door and snapped on the floodlight.  It
wasn't raccoons at all, but a dog, a big one.  Great... now we
have neighborhood mutts scattering the tr
 ash.  I hadn't seen this one before; it looked like a German
shepherd or maybe a husky.  It was kind of hard to tell with the
shadows and all.

  I shook the rattle-can and shouted, "Go on, get out of here! 
Garbage-hound!"  The dog trotted away a few steps, then turned
back and looked at me, waving a thick brush of a tail.  Somehow,
this seemed like a much nicer dog than your average stray.  It
wasn't barking or growling or behaving aggressively, so I put
down the can and walked slowly towards it, holding out my hand. 
The dog continued wagging its tail and went down on its elbows in
a play-bow as I got closer.  When I got close enough for a good
look, I saw it was definitely not a shepherd, but rather more
like a husky, except bigger.  An Alaskan malamute, maybe.

  I squatted down and held out my hand for the dog to sniff. 
Instead, it gently licked my fingertips and nuzzled my palm. 
Nice dog!  I've lived with and around dogs literally all my life
and really missed having one.  In fact, the few months since Kim
took Maggie was the longest period of my life that I had been
dogless.  I gently stroked the dog's silky cheeks and ruffled the
thick fur around its neck.  It turned and leaned heavily against
my legs, tipping me into a fully seated position on the wet
grass.  Almost reflexively, I wrapped my arms around the dog's
barrel chest and buried my face between its shoulders.  I could
feel the dog's muscles relaxing as it tried to crawl into my lap.
  I realized that someone obviously must love this dog and they
were probably missing it.  As if I really needed it, the whole
situation really drove home just how much I missed Maggie!

   So there I was, sitting on dew-soaked grass at the edge of my
garbage-strewn driveway, hugging a stray dog and dreaming of lost
love.  Maybe I should just go inside and call the guys in the
white coats to come and get me.  Especially since one of my lost
loves was another dog!  Sheesh... I've got to get some sleep! 
First, let's figure out what to do with this mutt.  It's getting
close to midnight, so I don't think I'll call Animal Control
until the morning; it's not an emergency after all.  I suppose I
could keep it for the night.  "It?"  Let's take inventory here. 
I slid my hand along the dog's belly and between the
hindquarters... no obstructions except some smallish titties. 
Okay, it's a she.  Her fur and skin felt clean and she had no
trace of that rank, stale-musk smell that street dogs usually
have.  She had a fairly nice leather collar on, but no tags.  I
figured I might as well keep her in the house for the night if
she has any manners.  If not, she could stay i
 n the garage.  I picked up as much of the scattered trash as I
could find and secured the cans, wiping my hands on the wet grass
when I was finished.  I started towards the house and the dog
automatically fell in alongside my left leg and trotted in
perfect step with me the whole distance.  I don't think I needed
to worry about manners!

  Once we were inside, I could see that this was definitely not
your average street mutt.  She had a beautiful, full gray and
white coat, clean teeth and sparkling brown... no, blue... one of
each color, actually... eyes.  Her thick, bushy tail came up in
an arc, but not a tight curl, over her back.  She had an overall
wolfy look about her, but her sweet expression and stocky,
working-dog build pretty much convinced me that she was a
purebred Malamute.  She sat quietly and politely, watching as I
picked-up a bit around the kitchen.

  "Are you hungry?" I asked.  Her ears pricked up and she cocked
her head to one side.  I found part of a small bag of kibble that
I kept for when Maggie visited.  I poured some in a bowl and
mixed in a few meat scraps that I had, and was about to set it
down when I thought better of it.  Maggie is a terribly sloppy
eater and tends to fling drool all over when she eats.  I laid
down a couple of sheets of newspaper and set the bowl down on
that.  The Mal girl, while far from dainty, was fairly neat about
the whole thing.  When she finished eating, she went to the door
and asked to go out and came right back in after she'd done her
business.

  I really needed some sleep and since this dog seemed so well
behaved, I decided to let her stay indoors for the night.  What
was the worst she would do... chew up my crappy third-hand
furniture?  She'd probably be doing me a favor.  I got undressed
and crawled into bed and within a minute or two, she joined me
there!  Before I turned out the lights, I tried a few common
names on her, Princess, Shadow, Sheba, Nanook... some really
stupid and a few more exotic, but none of them seemed to get her
attention.  I scritched her ears a little, then stroked her back
and shoulders and she rolled over and offered me her belly for a
rub.  I obliged her for a few minutes, until I spotted something
I hadn't really thought about earlier.  Between those powerful
thighs lay the most beautiful example of canine femininity I'd
seen in a long time!  I gently stroked the coarse fur on her
thick labia with a fingertip and backed off momentarily to gauge
her reaction.  She seemed a bit startled a
 t first, then fell back into her totally relaxed position.  I
rubbed a little harder and ran my fingers all around the outside
of it and she didn't object at all.  I carefully spread her folds
and looked inside.  Everything was a healthy pink and she looked
like she was wide open.  No doubt she'd had a litter or two.  A
thick, glistening pink clitoris lay in the crevice formed by the
forward-most point of her vulva.   Now I decided to get really
bold.  I thoroughly wet my index finger with spit and gently
slipped it into her.  She tensed up for a few seconds, but that
was all.  I slowly pulled my finger out of her and she squeezed
down on it as the last joint slipped out.  I brought it to my
nose and gave it a sniff; it had sort of a warm, clean doggy
smell to it.  As I wet another finger to try her for size, I
looked down to see her furry puss twitching up and down.  I eased
two fingers into her and she easily took their entire length. 
She was noticeably wetter than before
  and her vaginal walls pulsed and tugged at my fingers as I
explored her inner recesses.  I looked into her pretty face for
any sign of distress or even annoyance, but she looked back with
a gentle, relaxed expression and her front paws folded alongside
her chest.  I tickled her under the chin and patted her soft
tummy as I leaned over and got a gentle nose-kiss.  She didn't
seem to be raising any objection whatsoever, so I decided to try
going oral on her.

  I lay down and pressed my mouth against her furry twot, slowly
working my tongue into her. Her secretions had a creamy, somewhat
musky and "electric" taste to them.  I pushed her clitoris around
with the tip of my tongue and she bucked her hips slightly.  I
guess I must have been humping against the mattress without
realizing what I was doing, because I came explosively all over
myself.  It wasn't a big deal, since this Malamute girl was more
than eager to clean up the mess.  Even so, I hadn't done that in
years.  Before she'd even finished licking every trace of cum off
of my body, a combination of exhaustion and post-orgasmic
drowsiness carried me off into a deep sleep.

  I awoke the next morning to sweet doggy kisses.  The dog was
still in bed with me.  I looked around my room and saw only the
usual mess.  Nothing had been chewed, knocked down or peed on, so
I patted her and told her she was a good girl.  She stayed right
close while I was in the shower and politely mooched a few
tidbits while I fixed my breakfast.  Just before I left for work,
I called County Animal Control.  I got an answering machine, so I
left my cell number.  The dog followed me out to the truck and
hopped in when I opened the door.  About halfway to work, the
cell rang; it was Steve from Animal Control.

 "Hi, Steve.  I've got a big female dog here, a malamute, I
think.  She showed up at my place late last night.  She's a
really good dog, I'm sure someone is missing her."

"Well," Steve replied, "We haven't had any reports of a missing
malamute, but if you could bring her by around noon, we'll have a
look at her.  No collar on her?"

 "She's got a collar but no tags.  She's way too clean and well
fed to be a street mutt, though," I explained.

 "I dunno."  Steve sounded kind of doubtful.  "With as bad as the
economy's been lately, we've seen people just move out and leave
their dogs behind to fend for themselves."

 "Well, I hope that's not the case here," I said.  "This is a
pretty nice dog to just dump somewhere.  Anyway, see you about
noon."

 The malamute girl spent the morning alternately napping next to
my desk or playing with a few toys that Maggie had left at the
office.  When lunchtime came, we drove out to the dog pound, a
rather depressing-looking concrete-block building behind the
highway department garage.  Steve met us at the door and showed
us in.  An assortment of dogs in every size, shape and color
barked and yapped at us from a double row of kennels.

 "As you can see, we're pretty full here," Steve shouted above
the racket.  "You don't want to know what we'll have to do to
make room for this one!"

 "I can imagine, and it's not pretty!"  The thought struck me
that this could be the last time I'd see this sweet girl.

  Steve showed me into a tiny, cluttered office and closed the
door behind us.  At least it was a little quieter in there.  He
picked up a paddle-shaped gadget with an electronic display on it
and waved it over the dog's back.  "We're gonna scan her to see
if she's got a chip," he explained.  As he passed the scanner
over her shoulder blades, it beeped and a number appeared in the
display.  "Bingo!"

 Steve picked up the phone and dialed.  When the microchip
service answered, he identified himself and read the number from
the scanner into the phone.  After a few seconds he grabbed a pen
and jotted down a couple of names, addresses and phone numbers. 
At the end of the list he wrote 'Alaskan Malamute,' 'Aurora,' and
'S. F.'

 "What's all that?" I asked.

 "We've got a hit.  She belongs to some people in town."

 Now I was getting curious. "So what's that 'Aurora' all about?"

 Steve grinned.  "That's the dog's name. What'd you think?  Oh,
yeah... S. F. stands for spayed female."

 I shrugged.  "Aurora.  Kind of a cliché name for a malamute, but
nice all the same."  After last night, I was really surprised to
hear that she was spayed, but of course I didn't tell Steve that!
 "Aurora," I repeated, watching the dog for any reaction. She
tipped her ears back slightly and swished her tail on the floor.

 Steve put the phone on speaker and dialed the first number on
the list.  The line rang once and went to a recording stating
that the number was disconnected.  "O-kay," he said and dialed
the next number.  A woman answered.

  "Hi, this is Steve from Animal Control.  We've got a lost
malamute here and we can't reach the owners.  You're listed as
the alternate contact."

  "That must be Aurora," the woman said.  The couple that had her
lost their house and asked me to take her back.  Ordinarily, I
would, but I just had back surgery and I have to have help taking
care of my own dogs."

 "Somebody found her raiding trash cans about two miles from home
and brought her here," Steve said.

  The woman sighed.  "I never expected they'd just up and dump
her. I've been trying to find her at least a foster home, but
everyone's full up."

"We're full here, too.  We'll do what we can, but I can't promise
she'll find a home."  He hung up the phone and shook his head. 
"Way too much of that going around lately."

  I thought about it for a minute and made a suggestion to Steve.
 "I could hold onto her for a while until you have room for her
or maybe there's a remote chance the people will come looking for
her.  She's really no trouble."

 Steve kind of grimaced, then nodded.  "It's really against the
rules, but you might be buying her or one of these other dogs a
little time.  Sometimes a week or a day, maybe even an hour makes
all the difference between life and death for a pound dog.  I'm
gonna forget you brought her here, but I'll hold onto your phone
number. Good luck!"

 "Thanks.  I'll keep in touch."  I led Aurora out of the shelter
and back to my truck.  She seemed much more bouncy than she had
on the way in.  I'm pretty sure she'd figured out I wasn't going
to leave her there.

  Aurora stayed at the office with me for the rest of the day and
she acted like she'd been there all her life.  She greeted
customers like they were old friends and even got a biscuit from
the guy who came to read the gas and electric meters.  Now, if I
could only get her to answer the phone!  She went with me in the
truck on a few deliveries as well.  One customer asked me if
something had happened to Maggie... I had to tell him the whole
story.  On the way home, it suddenly occurred to me that I had
nothing to feed to Aurora or to Maggie when she visited this
weekend.  I didn't want to go spending a whole lot of money on
this dog and then have someone reclaim her.   Since she would
likely be staying with me for at least a few days, though, I
stopped at the warehouse club store and bought a big sack of dog
food.  I was tempted to buy a nice, thick dog bed they had there,
but resisted.

 I got home and fed Aurora and had a bite to eat myself, then sat
down with a cold beer to watch the tube.  Aurora cuddled up next
to me on the couch, but she seemed to get antsy after a while. 
She started nudging me and gave me an odd look, as though she
wanted something.  I offered to let her outside, but that wasn't
it.  Thinking she was bored, I got down on the floor with her and
tried the canine play posture.  We wrestled and roughhoused for a
few minutes, but she stopped and turned her rear end towards me.
I wasn't sure at first what she was up to, but when I reached to
pat her rump she twisted her tail to one side.  She wanted a
different kind of play!

  Aurora started toward the bedroom, then stopped and looked at
me over her shoulder to make sure I was following.  Of course I
was!  It was almost as if she was acting out a routine that she'd
become accustomed to.  She stopped and stood on the throw rug
next to the bed.  I sat next to her and spoke softly to her while
I petted her all over her body.  She leaned against me and wagged
her tail as she gave me gentle kisses.  After cuddling with me
for several minutes, she once again turned her rump towards me
and again moved her tail to the side.  It was time!  I was
getting almost uncomfortably hard, so I went to mount her from
behind like a male dog.  Aurora immediately rolled over onto her
back.

  At first, I thought I'd been a little too forward with her, or
maybe she was playing hard-to-get, but then I noticed her pussy
was twitching up and down and she was visibly wet.  I crouched
over her on all fours, being careful not to put my weight on her
belly.  I guided the tip of my cock between her furred labia and
to my surprise, I glided into her rather easily.  Remembering
that she's spayed, I pushed into her gently at first.  She pushed
back!  I began thrusting, pushing a little harder and a little
deeper, while still being careful not to go too deep.  I seemed
to bottom out once I got maybe two-thirds of the length of my
cock into her.  Of course, I would have loved to bury myself up
to my balls in her, but I guess I'm lucky she could give me as
much as she did.  What she lacked in depth, she made up for in
action.  She hooked her forelegs around my back and matched each
of my thrusts with two of her own!  The walls of her vagina
rippled and throbbed around the head
  and shaft of my cock.  Believe me, when you haven't had any
pussy for months and months, you don't last very long when you
finally get some!   A tingling, burning feeling started near the
crack of my ass and instantly spread through my body, quickly
followed by powerful contractions as I pumped big wads of my seed
into sweet Aurora.

  I was finished blowing my load long before Aurora had climaxed,
though I was still plenty hard.  I kept on thrusting into her
while she pushed back, grunting and snorting as she did.  She
suddenly gasped and got an almost startled look on her pretty,
wolfy face.  Her nails dug into my back a bit and I could feel a
series of rapid-fire contractions of her clit against my shaft.
Near as I could tell, since she had no uterus, she had learned to
make do with what she had.  It was just enough to send me to
Orgasm City a second time, though I don't think I shot a whole
lot.  About the same time, I felt a warm, wet trickle welling up
around my cock.  Seems in her excitement, Aurora had peed herself
a tiny bit.  It wasn't a lot, and not an altogether unpleasant
sensation.

  Aurora heaved a deep sigh and I felt her relax all over.  My
cock, now spent and soft, slipped out of her and flopped between
my legs.  I ruffled the soft, white fur on her chest and told her
what a good girl she was and kissed her softly on the mouth. 
With that, I immediately got a huge, wet dog tongue shoved
halfway down my throat.  Returning the favor, I discovered that
this big girl had a mouth every bit as sweet as Maggie's. 
Maggie!  Maggie was supposed to stay with me for the weekend! 
How was she going to react to Aurora?  Well, we'll just have to
see what happens.

  I awoke late Saturday morning with the sun streaming in through
the bedroom windows.  Aurora lay in a bright rectangle of
sunshine, rolling slowly from side to side with a self-satisfied
expression as the sunshine sparkled and glistened off her fur.  I
joined her on the floor and as I kissed her on the forehead, I
couldn't help but notice the warm, musky smell her coat gave off
where the sun had been shining on it.  Normally, she had little
or no odor but the warmth of the sun had brought it out.  I think
it was a fair bet that she'd been an indoor dog in her past life;
her coat was clean and soft.  She did not have the calluses on
her elbows like many big dogs do.  It was difficult to fathom how
such a sweet dog that seemed so well cared for had ended up
abandoned.

  While driving to pick up Maggie, I thought about how I was
going to introduce Aurora to her.  It was best to do that on
neutral turf, at a park or maybe the ball field in back of the
school.  It looked like the weather was cooperating; hopefully
the dogs would as well.  I pulled the truck up to where Kim and
my brother Ron were living and asked Aurora to stay put as I got
out.

  Kim answered the door.  "Oh, hi.  I almost forgot it was your
weekend to have Maggie."  She spotted Aurora sitting quietly in
my truck.  "What is that?"

 "That's Aurora.  She's a stray that I'm, er, fostering for a
while."  Maggie rushed out the door and leapt on me. "Hi,
Bunny-butt!"  As I reached down to pet her, she pulled herself
part way up into my arms, but stopped to sniff me noisily.  "Ah,
busted!  I've been two-timing you, Maggie!"  I picked her up the
rest of the way and gave her a bear hug as she slobbered my face.
 After a few days with Aurora, I was surprised at just how small
and light Maggie seemed by comparison.  Once she'd settled down a
bit, I looked into her pretty golden eyes and got a good face
washing in the process.

 "Is that Phil?" Ron yelled from the other room.

 "Yeah, come see what he's got," Kim said over her shoulder.  My
brother just muttered something incomprehensible, he hasn't had
the balls to face me since Kim moved in with him.

 "Kim, if you've got a little time, I'd like to introduce Maggie
and Aurora on neutral ground.  I'm not really sure yet how she is
with other dogs."

 Kim nodded.  "Okay.  Why don't you walk Aurora down to the open
space and we'll join you in a few minutes."

 I set Maggie back on all fours.  "Take this blue monster in the
house first, of course!"  Maggie reluctantly went inside with Kim
and yapped a few times when she saw Aurora jump out of the truck,
but basically behaved herself.

 The open space was a few minutes' walk from Ron's place.  It's
not really a park, just a grassy area with a few trees that the
county requires when a housing development goes in.  There were a
couple of other people exercising dogs there, which didn't seem
to concern Aurora too much.  One of them, a black, male Lab,
decided that Aurora was a bit more interesting than his Frisbee.
She played nicely with him and only got mildly annoyed when the
Lab got downright rude about where he was sticking his nose. 
After ten minutes or so, Kim showed up with Maggie.  Aurora
greeted them with a wagging tail and a play-bow but Maggie acted
a bit jealous or maybe dominant.  She walked up to Aurora slowly
and deliberately, stiff-legged and bristling.  She had that
"eye-dog" expression that Aussies use to stare down a herd of
uncooperative sheep.  Maggie doesn't have a tail, but she does a
fair job of expressing herself without one.  Aurora lowered her
head and averted her eyes.  There was
 no question as to who was top dog here!  After some posturing
and detail-sniffing one another, they relaxed a bit and finally
abandoned themselves to a chasing game.  Fortunately, the Lab was
busy playing "crash test dummies" with another dog and didn't
interfere.

 Coming back from the open space, Maggie and Aurora seemed to be
getting along just fine.  Wish I could say the same about Kim and
myself.  We are usually at least civil to each other, but it
seems my useless brother got behind on his bills and Kim was
trying to borrow some money from me.  Anyway, Maggie (who is
older, near as I can tell) was not letting Aurora forget who was
boss, but by the time I was ready to take them home they were
acting like lifelong friends.

  I had left my cell phone in the truck and noticed there was a
voice mail message:  "Hi, Phil... this is Steve from Animal
Control.  Hey, I was able to locate Aurora's owners.  It seems
they gave her to a neighbor and she kept running away.  The
neighbor doesn't want her back and the original owners can't have
her where they're living now.  So it looks like she's yours if
you want her.  If not, well, we'll try our best to place her, but
like I said, I can't make any promises.  You'll have to buy her a
license, but the owner says she's up to date on rabies.  Oh,
yeah... By State law you'll have to wait seven days, but I don't
think the people are going to take her back. Let me know either
way.  Thanks."

 Well, now.  It looks like I've got me a dog.  I'm sure as hell
not going to let her go to the pound!

  The two 'girls' rode quietly in the truck, with Aurora riding
"shotgun" on the seat and Maggie curled up in her usual spot on
the passenger-side floor.   Once we got to my place, though, it
was pretty obvious that the decision as to who was Top Dog still
stood.  Maggie had to do everything first: First out of the
truck; first to pee on the shrubbery alongside the driveway;
first through the door into the house and first to drink at the
water bowl.  It's no wonder why.  Aside from her being a pushy
herding breed, this house had been Maggie's personal domain for
most of her seven years.  I have since found out that Aurora is
about four.

 Doggy dinnertime came and went without incident, so I decided to
try something more risky... playtime.  I'm talking about sexy,
private playtime in the bedroom!  As soon as I got down on the
rug next to the bed, both dogs approached me.  With just a quick
eye-roll from Maggie, though, Aurora backed off to wait her turn.
  I got naked and lay on my back, hoping to get Maggie to ride my
cock again while we swapped some spit.  But Maggie, being her
sweet but contrary self, decided to sit on my face instead.  I
could deal with that!  I probed her little pussy with my tongue
for some time, savoring the warm, creamy taste of her secretions.
 There's nothing quite like the mild, delicate taste of a spayed
bitch!   I used my tongue to fish out her clit and took it
between my lips, sucking hard on the tip.  That drives her
absolutely crazy!  She humped endlessly against my mouth, her
furry inner thighs making muffled slapping sounds against my
cheeks. Her attempts to grip me around t
 he middle left some long scratches on my sides and belly, but
that didn't really bother me.  She pounded away at me and only
slowed down to enjoy her orgasm.  Each time she came, I could
feel her vaginal muscles and her clit twitching and throbbing
against my lips and tongue. When the contractions subsided, she
would rest for a few minutes and start all over again. With each
go-around she seemed to get a bit wetter.  Maggie was panting
quite hard and her tongue dragged over the head of my rock-hard
cock several times.  It was all I could do to hold back from
squirting my load in her face when she did that.  I was saving
that for Aurora, after all!  Between licking, sucking and jacking
her off by rubbing two fingertips in front of her vulva while she
humped my arm, I totally lost count of how many times I made
Maggie cum.  Her pussy was a wet, sloppy mess of my spit and her
own juices.  She was finally humped out, spent and completely
silly.  She simply spun in circles, snort
 ing and yapping, until she collapsed into a grinning, panting
heap.

 By now, my balls were aching like they were ready to explode and
I really needed to empty them.  I called Aurora over...  She
eagerly trotted up and stood quietly while we played a quick game
of 'hide the fingers.'  I was about to roll her over and fuck her
silly, but Maggie decided to pull rank.  She gave Aurora the evil
eye and tried to get me to finger her some more instead.  I let
Maggie sniff the finger that had Aurora's juices on it and she
liked it!  I led her to where the nice smell came from and she
gave Aurora a good licking.  She lapped away at Aurora's pussy
and I guess it must have turned her on somehow... she was humping
air a little as she did it.  Or, she did until Aurora took
exception to another bitch licking her privates.  She spun around
and glared at Maggie, briefly staring straight at her.  A wolfish
fire that I hadn't seen before flashed in Aurora's eyes, catching
Maggie off guard.  She actually backed down for a moment, but
then the bristling and fang
  baring started.  Though it was kind of a turn-on for me to
watch two bitches going down on one another, two bitches getting
into a fight where sex was involved could easily turn into a
horror show!  To defuse a potentially explosive situation, I
hustled Maggie out to the kitchen and gave her a pig's ear to
keep her busy.  I went back to tend to Aurora, closing the
bedroom door behind me.


   With Maggie out of the way, Aurora seemed hornier and less
nervous.  She decided that I was taking much too long to take off
my shorts and get down to business, so she was "helping" by
nudging and licking.  Of course, I was so horny I was about to
bust, but I really wanted to get a taste of her before she ended
up tasting like me.  It would help to get her warmed up and ready
as well.  I got on all fours and asked Aurora to roll over, but
instead she presented her rump to me with her tail pulled to one
side.  I parted the thick "breeches" of fur on her hindquarters
to reveal her beautiful pussy twitching slowly up and down.  It
was pretty wet already, mostly from Maggie's attentions.  I
leaned down and tried to lick it but Aurora spun around to face
me.  At first, I thought she wasn't interested, but she grinned
and swatted me on the shoulder with a paw.  I nuzzled and kissed
her a bit, then butted her in the chest with my head.  She jumped
up and wrapped her front legs ar
 ound my middle so tightly that I don't think I could have
wiggled free if I'd wanted to.  I just let her have her way and
she humped against my forehead until she either came or got tired
of it, I'm not sure which.  As hard as I tried, the position
wasn't quite right for me to get my tongue into her.  She let me
go and did a little orgasm dance around the room, then presented
her rear end to me once again.  This time, she let me lick and
suck her.  The taste of her own juices mixed with a little
Maggie-slobber was pretty incredible!  She'd let me lick for a
few seconds, walk away a few steps, then stop and look at me over
her shoulder.  I was following her all around the room on my
hands and knees.  I imagine it would have looked mighty comical
if anyone had been watching!

 She continued to tease me until I was about at the breaking
point.  I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to beg
her to let me in.  Finally, she gave in and pushed her butt
against my crotch.  Okay, we're gonna do it doggy-style!  I
cupped my hands in front of her hips and pushed the tip of my
aching, burning cock against her labia.  I felt her thick, furry
tail wrap around the small of my back and caress the cheeks of my
ass as I shifted into the proper position.  We were both pretty
well lubricated after all the teasing, so I slid right into her
with no trouble at all.  Aurora pushed back against me until I
bottomed out in her, her hot, wet tunnel gripping and squeezing
on me all the while.  I lasted all of two seconds, I think,
before I emptied my balls into her with a blinding orgasm.  When
I came to my senses a little, I was still hard and I began
thrusting again.  I was able to keep it up for a couple of
minutes this time, until Aurora and I came as one.  I
 rubbed and played with her little nipples as I filled her a
second time with my seed.  I buried my nose in the thick ruff of
fur on the back of her neck and breathed in her faint, musky
aroma, nuzzled her ears and softly kissed the top of her head. 
We stayed coupled long after I had gone soft, until Aurora pulled
away to lick away the long strands of my semen that were oozing
out of her.  When she'd finished, she did another brief orgasm
dance, then came back to clean me as well.  I was just too
drained for her attentions to get me much more than half hard,
but it felt really nice to have her soft, warm tongue caressing
my tired little man.  We were both so totally spent that I
collapsed in a heap on the rug and Aurora snuggled up next to me
with her muzzle resting on my chest.  I heard Maggie growling and
whining softly outside the door, so I got up and let her in the
bedroom.  She had either finished her pig's ear or had hidden it
somewhere.  She sniffed Aurora's pussy at
  length, then took a few licks at it.  She backed away and made
some strange teeth-chattering motions with her mouth, sort of
like what a male dog does after he licks a bitch in heat.  Aurora
seemed to have willingly reverted to her lower rank, which
pleased Maggie to no end.  The two dogs spent several peaceable
minutes cleaning up some drips and splatters of cum from the
floor before the three of us piled onto the bed for the night.

  I woke Sunday morning feeling as though I was pinned to the bed
by a heavy weight.  Aurora lay draped across my legs, her mouth
partway open and snoring loudly.  Surprisingly, Maggie lay curled
up in the arc of Aurora's body with her muzzle resting on the
bigger dog's flank.  Okay, the girls hadn't eaten each other
during the night and they still seemed to be pretty good friends.
 As I stirred, Maggie opened one golden eye to watch me, the
pupil contracting like that dinosaur in the movie.  "We're done
for, the Aussie-saurus has spotted us!"  She made a huffing sound
and went back to sleep.  So much for my sense of humor.  They
looked so cute that I decided not to disturb them.

 I heard a faint jingling outside.  Both dogs bounced off the bed
and ran to the window.  Maggie growled and woofed softly, while
Aurora just looked out and cocked her head from side to side.  I
joined them at the window and looked out to see Mick, one of the
neighborhood dogs.  Mick is Maggie's litter brother.  He looks
quite a bit like her, except he's bigger and his eyes are baby
blue.  I bought him and Maggie at the same time, but Kim decided
that having two nutcase Aussies at once was a bit much.  Since I
wasn't home much, I was no help, so we ended up giving him to a
neighbor when he was about a year old.  Over the years, Mick has
learned that I'm always good for a quickie if Kim is not around.
He lives to get his rocks off and he isn't too fussy about how it
happens.  Yes, I like boy dogs almost as much as I do girls, even
though they're good for a completely different type of fun.  I
looked around to make sure there weren't any humans watching and
invited him in.

  Mick greeted the girls very briefly and made a beeline for the
bedroom.  He almost made it through the doorway before he stopped
and turned around.  You could almost see the light bulb appear
over his head.  Girls!  He trotted back out into the kitchen and
strutted back and forth in front of them, all puffed up like he
was doG's gift to females.  Maggie did a couple of spins; Aurora
was unimpressed.  I guess she must know how under-endowed some
Aussie males are.  Mick wasted no time in getting behind Maggie
and poking his nose between her breeches to get a little taste of
pussy.  She let him get a couple of licks in, then spun around to
face him.  She ducked under him and took a long, noisy sniff and
a few licks at the tip of his sheath.  Mick obliged her by
raising a hind leg.  Maggie bristled and bucked her hips a little
as she sniffed and licked, then turned tail to him and stood to
be mounted.  As soon as he tried it, though, there was a scuffle
that ended with Maggie o
 n Mick's back humping him.  He turned to Aurora to see if she
might be any easier.  She raised a hindquarter and let him lick
very briefly, but as soon as he placed a paw on her back, there
came that fire again!  Mick is a wimp and didn't push the issue,
but the poor guy had pink showing and he was making little
dribbles on the floor.  I could certainly understand his
situation from personal experience!

  Since it looked like all Mick was going to get from the girls
was teasing, I was going to have to take care of him myself.  It
wouldn't be the first time...  I gave Maggie a good fingering
with one hand.  She was already a bit wet, I guess from teasing
Mick.  I fingered Aurora with the other hand, she wasn't really
wet at all.  I held out the two fingers for Mick to smell and led
him into the bedroom.  I sat down on the rug with him and let him
lick my fingers at length.  He was starting to dribble again, so
I got on all fours and pushed my head between his front legs.

  Since we've done this probably a couple of hundred times, he
usually gets it into my mouth on the first thrust.  As I've
mentioned, Mick's dink isn't all that impressive sizewise, but
damn, I do love the taste of him!  The natural lubricant from his
sheath is smoky tasting, his precum is sweet and tangy and when
he gets down to the serious stuff, it's kind of tingly and
metallic.  I let him empty his balls into my mouth until he went
soft on me.  Unlike most dogs, he only lasts a few minutes.  I
don't know why.  Still, he shoots a pretty respectable load.  I
offered to share my mouthful of Aussie spooge with Aurora, but
she wasn't interested.  She sniffed, made a face and turned away.
 Maggie was a different story.  I think she'd try and crawl down
my throat to get that stuff!  I let her lick most of it out of my
mouth and it wasn't easy to keep her from getting it all.  I
swished the remainder around on my tongue and swallowed it. 
Maggie wasn't a happy camper!  I let Mick
  rest up for a little while, rubbing his silky chest and tummy
and kissing with him a bit.  I played with his nuts some and
fondled his knot and in no time, he was ready to go again.  He
was very, very relaxed and remained on his back.  I popped his
pinkie all the way out and sucked hard on the point while I
kneaded his balls and knot; he gave me one more good squirt and
went soft on me.  Mission accomplished!  I carefully put his
penis back in its sheath; long-coated dogs can easily get it
tangled in their hair.  Now it was time for his treat and he knew
it.

 Mick jumped to his feet and nudged at my crotch.  I nudged my
boxers down and let him at me.  I was plenty hard from the
excitement of taking care of his needs; it had been a few weeks
since he'd paid me a visit.  The trouble was I wasn't sure if I
had anything left to offer him.  I was still pretty spent from my
romp with the girls the night before.  Mick's well-experienced
tongue expertly polished my knob and he used those tiny, little
front nipper teeth in just the right places. Aurora looked on as
though she were taking notes.  He alternated between licking and
nibbling; when that wasn't working, he brought out his Nuclear
Option.  He closed his mouth around my entire cock-head and
worked his tongue in the cleft at the bottom of it.  Now, if Kim
knew how to do that, I might have begged her not to go!  I felt
the pressure and the tingling building between my balls and my
bunghole... and Mick was not disappointed!  I held him for a long
time and told him what a good boy he
  was.  I offered him some water and gave him a breath biscuit
(for obvious reasons!) and let him out the back door.

 Later that day, the older guy who Mick lives with saw me walking
Aurora and Maggie and stopped us to talk.  I was a bit
apprehensive at first, wondering if someone had seen Mick leaving
my house.  It was nothing like that, though.  He and his wife are
thinking of moving south, and he asked if either Kim or I would
be interested in taking Mick back if they decided not to bring
him along?  I told him that Kim probably wouldn't be, but I'd
certainly consider it!  Kim never really liked Mick, but I love
him!  It's still up in the air, we'll see what happens.

 When Aurora had been with me a little over a week, I got a call
from the people who had her previously.  They seemed like nice
folks, just a little down on their luck.  They said they got her
from rescue about two years earlier and she'd been great, but the
wife was having health problems and couldn't work.  They couldn't
afford their house on one salary and had to move to an apartment.
 I offered to let them visit Aurora, but they said not now, it
would be too painful.  Maybe later...  They sent me all of her
vet records and paperwork and signed everything over to me. 
She's officially my dog now.

 I've got some really great contracts for my business lately. 
There's plenty of money now, but there's way more work than I can
handle by myself.  I've farmed out the bookkeeping part of it to
a service, and I've taken on a trusted partner.  She's a woman,
Sylvia, who used to be the office manager for one of my bigger
customers.  Her skills should come in handy around here and now I
don't have to work 25 hours a day, 8 days a week.  Maybe I could
even get in a little camping or fishing, or...  Well, I don't
think I'm going to be running the Iditarod soon.  Aurora is kind
of a couch potato.  Sylvia sprung a little surprise on me her
first day.  She saw Aurora around the office and asked if she
could bring her dog to work.  I said, "Sure, if he/she gets along
with Aurora."  She came back from lunch that day with her dog...
she has an enormous, gorgeous, male Malamute!  Loki and Aurora
get on just fine, thank you very much!  It only took Aurora about
thirty seconds to teach tha
 t boy some manners.  There's something about the way Sylvia and
Loki interact, the way she talks to and about him...  Maybe it's
just my imagination running wild, but a 30-something woman who
has never been married and a big, male dog...  I'm thinking he's
more than a pet.  Who knows?   For now, I'm just gonna keep my
mouth shut and as hard as it is to resist the temptation, I'll
try to keep my hands off Loki, too.  Aurora and Loki play
together and sometimes even sleep together.  The only remotely
sexual thing I've seen happen between them, though, is the
occasional rude sniff.  After all, Aurora has chosen me as her
mate, and I couldn't be happier!