Breeding

Theo S Bernard

He wandered through a maze of hallways and rooms, past faded wallpaper and antique tables. The house rambled in different directions without any structure. Then he saw her – a Saint Bernard dog, huge and glowing with life amidst the dusty furniture. She turned towards him, and desire grew as he remembered what he was searching for.

He followed her through a door. Mrs Taylor looked up from a table where she was reading a newspaper. The Saint Bernard bitch sauntered across the room in front of him, and he had to have her. He was desperate to feel his cock slip inside her. But not here. He had to find somewhere private. Down a hallway, through a door, and out into a leafy garden; at last they were alone. The Saint Bernard stood looking back at him. He reached out, felt her soft fur; his other hand slid inside his pants, about to pull them down. But there was Mrs Taylor, trimming the hedge. She waved at him, and then the dream faded.

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Zac had not been able to visit Mrs Taylor during the weekend, but he'd certainly thought (and fantasised) a lot about the older lady's beautiful Saint Bernard, and his intimate encounter. Sometimes he felt shocked at what he'd done, and even a bit dirty – after all, it didn't seem like a normal thing for a boy to have that kind of experience with an animal. What if anyone found out? He would die of shame. But then he thought about how sweet she was, and he knew he wanted to see her again, and too bad what anyone else thought. It was all confusing, and also frustrating. He had no excuse to visit now that he had finished making reparations for the broken window. Large dogs tormented his dreams, always teasing him but staying just out of reach.

On Wednesday evening, he was browsing Youtube for videos of Saint Bernards when he heard the phone ring, and the sound of muted conversation through the walls. He thought little of it, until footsteps came down the hall. He closed the browser window just as his father leaned in the door and handed him the cordless phone. “It's for you!"

That was strange. Zac didn't get a lot of phone calls, and the tone of the preceding conversation suggested that it was someone his dad knew fairly well, although he had not been able to hear the words.

“Hello?"

“Zachary! This is Mrs Taylor!"

Interesting, Zac thought. “Hello, Mrs Taylor" he said aloud, friendly but polite.

“I've just been having a good chat with your father."

That sounded ominous, but her tone remained light. Hopefully they had not been discussing anything serious – like the broken window incident.

She must have read his mind. “Don't worry, it was all very positive. I was telling him how nice it was that you offered to help out around my house (for pocket money, of course). He sounded pleased. We agreed that you are a very responsible young man."

“Ah, good." Zac wondered where this could be going.

“So anyway, I am calling to ask a favour."

“Sure!" Zac tried not to sound excited. Mrs Taylor probably expected him to be disinterested. She couldn't know how much he wanted another chance to see Gem.

“You see, my niece is having a twenty-first birthday party on Saturday, and I will be away for the night. I was wondering if you could house-sit for me? Otherwise I have to put Gem in a boarding kennel, and I think she'd be happier staying home."

Zac could hardly believe it. He was trying to control his excitement enough to reply, but Mrs Taylor continued, apparently worried he might refuse.

“I can pay you for it – you'd be amazed how expensive the kennels are."

“I could do that, no problem!" Zac thought he sounded pretty composed, all things considered.

“Ah, excellent!" Mrs Taylor seemed very relieved. “Gem really likes you, and you have a good instinct for handling big dogs."

Zac beamed into the receiver. A whole night with his Saint Bernard crush. Alone with her. He couldn't believe his luck. He took a slow breath and tried to focus.

“I do like your dog." He was still working hard to stay casual. “I don't mind!"

“Great! Come over about five on Saturday, and I'll show you where everything is. And please let me know if you can't make it!"

No chance of that, Zac thought. He was still grinning, and it wasn't until after he hung up that he realised they hadn't even discussed payment.

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Zac couldn't wait for Saturday, but of course the rest of the week dragged like melted tar. Twice he dreamed that he was on his way to Mrs Taylor's house. The first time, he couldn't remember the way there, and then the road flooded and he was swept away down the creek. The second time, he arrived at the house, but Mrs Taylor dithered about folding washing and putting dishes away. When she finally left, Gem was nowhere to be found, and instead Zac had to look after a tank full of dull brown fish.

Saturday finally arrived, but he still had to wait until the evening. After breakfast, his father asked him to help out with a big mowing job. Normally, he would have hated working on a Saturday, but today he was relieved – he liked driving the ride-on mower, and he knew it would help to pass the time.

The morning was fine, and Zac wore loose shorts and a shabby T-shirt. They drove out to an expensive house on the outskirts of town, and his father trimmed edges and pruned shrubbery while Zac mowed the sweeping expanse of lawn. He enjoyed the throb of the engine. The vibrations sent a little tingle through his groin and into his cock, and he started to get an erection as he daydreamed about Saint Bernard bitches. He pulled his mind back to the present and focussed on mowing a perfectly smooth swathe through the grass.

The mowing job killed the morning, and they didn't get home until lunch time. Zac had a long shower to wash off the dust and sweat. He lathered up with soap and enjoyed the sensual smoothness as he ran his hands over his naked body, between his legs, over his cock. His torso was smooth and a bit bony. His cock... well it was not big, but it worked OK. Desire stirred in him again as his fingers closed instinctively around his hard shaft, and he felt a strong urge to clasp it tight, to massage it until his sexual tension was released and his cum gushed out to mingle with the warm shower water. It wouldn't be the first time. It took a serious effort to stop himself. He wanted to save his energy for later. Yet even now, his pessimistic side refused to believe that he would actually get to spend time alone with Gem. Surely something would go wrong. He half expected a phone call from Mrs Taylor to say her trip had been cancelled.

But no phone call came by the time they had eaten lunch, or even after he had packed his toothbrush and a change of clothes into his backpack. It was still far too early to leave, so he had to distract himself with gaming for several hours. When he finally decided that it was time to go, his mother delayed him in the kitchen.

“Look at you!" she said, full of motherly pride. He tried to push inappropriate fantasies out of his mind. He was just going to house-sit for a neighbour.

She handed him a Tupperware container of cookies. “Mrs Taylor said she has some dinner for you, but here's a snack for later."

Zac's mind wasn't really on food, but the cookies looked pretty good.

“Thanks mum!"

“Remember, we are just down the road. Give us a call at any time if you have a problem, OK?"

He had to endure a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he was finally on his way.

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Mrs Taylor wore a lavender dress and matching coat, and Zac saw an overnight bag in the hallway as she welcomed him in. A whine sounded from the back door. Gem knew he was there.

“Just a minute, Gem!" Mrs Taylor used her command voice.

“Now," she said, turning to Zac. “I'll show you around."

There was a single bed made up for him in a spare room which smelled of mothballs. A tinfoil-covered plate in the fridge contained his dinner. A bowl heaped with dog kibble sat on a shelf in the pantry.

“That's for Gem. She'll assure you that she's starving and she needs it immediately, but don't give it to her until after six!".

“No problem!"

“Now I'll let you in on a little secret."

“Oh?"

“I usually let the dogs sleep inside." Mrs Taylor nodded towards an old mattress against the far wall of the lounge. The plaid blanket was thick with white dog hair. “I'm sure your mother wouldn't approve at all!" The old lady gave a conspiratorial smile. “But they hate being left outside."

Zac grinned. “I don't mind. And I won't tell."

“Good! Well I'm sure you can figure out how to work the telly. I'd better get going. Just let Gem in whenever you like. See you tomorrow morning!"

Then, bag in hand, she was out the door in a waft of lavender and talcum powder. A car door opened and closed, the engine started, and Mrs Taylor drove away.

A whine broke the silence, then the sound of a large paw scratching on wood.

The whining increased as he approached the back door. He turned the knob, swung it open, and there was Gem. She barged through the half-open door in a blur of white, tail high and swishing the air. She bounded into him in her enthusiasm, flattening the boy against the hallway cupboard.

“Whoa, girl!" he laughed as he lost his balance. Then he was down on one knee, and there was a huge nose sniffing his hair and then a massive tongue licking his face as he sank his fingers into the soft fur of her neck.

He'd really missed the feeling of stroking her, and for a few minutes he just enjoyed giving her cuddles while she used her nose to check out just about every part of him. Eventually he scrambled to his feet, covered in white fur and with drool in his hair.

First things first, he thought.

“Come on, Gem!" He led the way outside, where he checked the water bucket was full and made sure the lawn was tidy. Chores done, he felt ready to relax.

The Saint Bernard snuffled around while he worked, and then sat looking at him, the mangled remains of a toy in her mouth.

“Ready for some play, eh?" He sauntered up, and reached for the toy. She dutifully handed it to him, but when he hurled it towards the other side of the yard, she just sat and watched it land with a look of amused disdain. Feeling playful, Zac crouched, then raced across the lawn himself. Gem thought this was fantastic fun, and came bounding after him with a hearty “Woof!". He threw the toy again, and once again, she made him run after it so that she could chase him. They managed to keep the game up for ten minutes, until they were both out of breath.

The big dog's soft white coat caught the last rays of the evening sun, and she held her noble head high as she stood looking at him. Zac's eyes traced the muscular lines of her hips and the elegant curve of her tail. Such a perfect shape, he thought. He knelt beside her and caressed her shoulders. He massaged her flanks and stroked her belly, and he could feel his cock tingling in anticipation. He had all evening, but he couldn't wait any longer. His hands flowed over her rump, and down across the back of her legs.

But when his questing fingers slid upwards, seeking the warm folds of her vulva, her tail clamped down. She eyed him sideways as she took a couple of steps forward. Confused, he tried again, more gently. This time, she gave a little “huff" sound, and ambled off, tail down, to the other side of the lawn. She gave him what looked like a dismissive glance before settling down to chew on an old bone.

Zac sat on the back doorstep. He hated to admit it, but he felt annoyed. After a week of fantasy and expectation, he'd been rebuffed and it hurt. He hadn't considered the possibility that Gem might not want his attention. But perhaps the peak of her season had passed, and she'd just lost interest.

The boy sat and watched the dog for a while as the sun set beyond the high fence and the sky darkened. Her white and tan fur still reflected the evening light. She was very beautiful. He forced himself to let go of his expectations and remember his place. She was a pedigree breed, after all, and he was just a scrawny teenager – and the hired help, at that. He should be thankful for anything he got, even if it was only the privilege of brushing her coat.

Clouds were gathering in the southern sky, and a cold breeze ruffled the hedge. Zac shivered. He stood up and went into the house. Gem abandoned her bone and bounded after him, making sure that she pushed her nose through the door before he could close it. It was nearly six, and he remembered the bowl of dog food sitting ready in the pantry.

“Ah, I see!" he chided. “You like me now that it's dinner time!"

Gem sat with tail swishing the linoleum, looking up at him with nothing but love. He couldn't keep the grin off his face. “OK, I guess it's that time."

He heard a splatty sort of dripping sound as he picked up the food bowl, and when he turned around, he was amazed to see an actual puddle of drool forming on the floor beneath the dog's huge muzzle.

“Here you go then." The Saint Bernard's nose was in the bowl the instant it touched the floor, and loud eating sounds filled the kitchen.

He could feel the heat leaching out of the old house now that the sun had set. He pulled the heavy curtains closed all around the lounge. Mrs Taylor had left paper and kindling ready in the log burner, so he applied a match to it. The flickering flames and the smell of woodsmoke always gave him a primeval sense of comfort. He made sure the fire was burning nicely, then put his own dinner in the microwave. It consisted of a good helping of tasty shepherd's pie. By the time he'd finished and cleaned up, it was properly dark outside and the fire was giving off a cheerful glow.

Zac's parents usually watched TV in the evenings, but he wasn't in the mood. He sat down on the carpet in front of the fire, and watched the flames. Zac enjoyed the quiet, broken only by the metallic ticking of the fireplace as it warmed. It felt very peaceful.

He heard the click and shuffle of large canine paws, and Gem wandered in. She surveyed the room for a moment, then crossed the floor and dropped down next to him, right in front of the fire. Did dogs feel the same primal attraction to a warm campfire? It seemed likely, since they had evolved from wolves who sought out the comfort of human camps.

Zac stretched out on the carpet next to the huge dog, and stroked her fur. Well, he thought, even if this is all I get, it's still pretty good. He was glad to be there.

The big dog was warm and soft, and Zac pulled off his shirt. Her fur felt great against his exposed skin, and it wasn't long before he took his pants off, too. Now he lay naked against her back as he stroked her shoulders and belly. She gave a contented sigh. Something had been missing in his life, and he didn't even know it until now. It was way more than just sexual. It was a kind of peace he'd never experienced.

A gust of wind stirred the trees outside, followed by the rattle of rain against the windows. A log settled in the fireplace, releasing a shower of bright sparks. Zac stroked the Saint's belly, his fingers playing over her twin rows of nipples.

Gem stretched and then the boy felt her wriggling against him. She rolled over onto her back, and turned her head to look up at him. Gravity gave her upside-down face a crazy grin, and she pawed the air a few times with her front legs as she looked at him. Was that a look of expectation? Zac's gaze travelled down her exposed belly to her rear legs, which were splayed far apart. Her long tail swished the carpet, and her vulva stood out, large and dark and proud between her legs.

The boy's eyes opened wide. He knelt beside her, feasting his gaze on her fully exposed naked form. He wondered whether a girl could be so attractive. Maybe, he thought. The basic layout was more-or-less the same. But human breasts didn't appeal to him, whereas tails, and silky ears, and big dark eyes... well, right then, it was hard to imagine anything more wonderful.

He could feel his cock getting hard as he continued to stroke her belly. But was she in the mood? Or was this just how she liked to relax in front of the fire? When he stopped stroking, her paws dug at the empty air again and her half-closed eyes opened to stare at him.

Drawn irresistibly by ancient instinct, he moved around until he knelt between her rear legs, and her tail swished between his knees to tickle his balls. Now he could appreciate the sight of her sex up close, an inviting triangle like a fortune cookie nestled in her fur. She pawed the air again, and he dutifully resumed his stroking. He massaged around her deep chest and ran his fingers over her stocky forelegs. He stroked across her belly and over her muscular thighs, his hands bracketing the magical area which lay between. He imagined the soft folds of her passage, curving deeply inwards to her womb, and his cock stood out hard.

He teased his fingers gently around her entrance, expecting any moment her tail to clamp protectively over her secret parts. But instead, it moved to one side, and her hips rolled up just slightly to meet his fingertips. He felt the familiar surge of fascination and desire, the need to slip inside that mysterious entrance, to seek the treasure within. But her skin was dry around her vulva, and he knew some kind of lubrication was needed. A new idea came to him, an idea which was deeply erotic and also quite gross at the same time. He knew he wanted to try it. He wriggled backwards a bit and bent down until he could press his face against her parts. He'd seen dogs lick the bitch's vulva in mating videos, and the idea really turned him on. He extended a tentative tongue, and lapped softly at her entrance. For a moment he felt revolted, and he didn't think he could do it. But her labia felt so soft beneath his tongue, and so hot and smooth as he slipped inside. He immediately forgot all his reservations as he was lost in blissful exploration. Her taste and smell filled his mouth and nose, tangy and metallic but not unpleasant. He could hardly believe what he was doing, but it felt incredible.

Then his tongue brushed over the hard mound of her clitoris, and her hips thrust upwards against him. He wanted to keep exploring forever, but he also felt the burning need of his hard cock. He raised his head and shuffled forward again. The Saint Bernard seemed quite happy, and her tail pressed to one side as he caressed her chest. Now he eased his legs apart and pulled close so that his thighs pressed against her soft fur. A drop of slick precum oozed from the tip of his cock, which now lay wonderfully, tantalisingly close to the slit of her entrance. He licked his fingers, adding extra lubrication to his precum and spreading it over his throbbing member. Then he leaned forward, guiding his cock with one hand as he caressed the huge dog's soft belly fur with the other.

He could actually see the end of his cock slip between those welcoming folds as he pressed forward. Her labia eased his foreskin back. He felt her warmth and slickness wrap around him, envelope him. He savoured every moment as he grasped his shaft and teased the tip up and down just inside her, massaging her clit. Her eyes were closed and her tail pulled to one side as her body demanded his stimulation. She was a queen, a pedigree, and he was a stud dog mating her. When she rotated her hips to hump up against his cock again, he knew that the time for teasing was over. He pushed downwards and inwards, and her velvet depths engulfed his member. He slid back and thrust again, and now he could actually feel her labia wrap around the base of his cock, warm against the smooth skin of his groin. His hands held her shoulders and his fingers grasped her rich fur as he thrust forward.

He looked down again, awash with desire but hardly able to comprehend what was happening. There was his cock, as familiar as any other part of him, but now buried deeply inside the bitch. He could see a glimpse of bright pink, shiny and slick, where his shaft parted her labia. Overwhelmed with his need, he slammed forward again, until he was pressed hard against her. He leaned forward, naked skin against her rich soft fur. He wanted this to last forever, and yet he desperately needed release. Again he eased his cock outwards and then pushed into her, and then he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer and he was thrusting hard again and again. Then he gasped and tensed as his cum gushed into her. Ecstasy washed over him as he held her close and another spurt of his seed flooded deep into her body. He'd never felt such an intense orgasm, not even the first time they had mated.

His pulsing cock slowed, and now he just wanted to hold her close in the warm afterglow of their coupling. But the Saint Bernard had other ideas. She gave an excited squeak, and then she used all four paws to force him aside. She leaped to her feet as he collapsed on the carpet. Her forequarters dropped into an elaborate bow, and her tail wagged furiously. Her eyes were wild, but her wide face held a look of such extravagant joy that he knew she had enjoyed the mating. She barked loudly, and then bounded past him into the kitchen. There was a crash as she slid into the kitchen table, spun around, and raced back to the lounge. He knelt on the floor in his best interpretation of a play bow, partly to join in the fun and partly to distract the huge dog from her attempts to destroy the furniture. She slid to a halt, and spun in a happy circle, chasing her own tail. His cum dripped from her vulva and splattered onto the carpet.

Her orgasmic madness abated, and she lay down to lick herself clean in front of the fire. Feeling sated and tired, the boy went to the laundry in search of a cloth to wipe up cum from the carpet.

Well, he thought, as he sat down by the fire with a book. That was quite something.

---

Zac sat and tried to read, but his mind kept wandering. Slipping into the the Saint Bernard's accommodating vagina had been the most amazing experience ever. It had been so good. He wished it had lasted longer. Now he was drained and sated. Or was he? It had been fifteen minutes, and thoughts of the bitch were stirring his cock again. But still. Could he? And what about Gem?

The big dog had abandoned her licking and disappeared to inspect the hallway. Now she ambled back into the lounge, and stopped in front of the boy. Zac had almost convinced himself that he'd pushed his luck far enough for one evening. But then Gem nosed into his crotch, and her eyes looked up to him as she wagged. Zac slid his pants down, and the big dog immediately began to lick his cock. Her slick tongue caressed his balls, and in a moment his cock was hard and all thoughts of reading had left his mind.

He stroked the dog's ears as she licked him. When his hands caressed her belly, she spun around, tail raised. Zac's book dropped to the floor as he scrambled out of the armchair. He dropped to his knees, grabbed her rump, and buried his face under her tail. Now the soapy taste of his cum mixed with her sweet metallic flavour as he ran his tongue around her entrance. His need returned full force, and he had to have her.

He stood and grabbed her waist with one hand as he guided his cock between her labia. Her passage was already dripping with his cum and her juices and it was like sliding into warm liquid silk. Her soft tail draped over his thigh as he grasped her with both hands, and pressed deeply into her. Doing it missionary-position in front of the fire had been sensual, but now he was filled with raw canine passion. He locked his hands around her waist like a stud dog as he thrust into her again and again.

He had been so horny that their first mating caused sensory overload; his orgasm had arrived too quickly. The dulling of his desire had been just enough; the second time felt even better despite, or perhaps because of, his reduced need. He controlled his rising excitement and savoured the feeling of soft fur against his legs and hot slickness around his cock.

He felt the Saint Bernard tense, and she made a low, excited play-growl. Then she leapt forward, and spun to face him, paws extended in front of her, shoulders low and tail wagging furiously. She gave a happy bark, then raced around the lounge. She slid to a halt just inside the hallway door, looking back at him with mouth open in a wide grin and tail wagging. Laughing, Zac gave chase, and just as he was about to catch her, she scampered out of reach to the end of the hall, where she gave another excited bark and chased her tail in a mad circle.

Running around naked in someone else's house gave Zac a thrill of forbidden erotic excitement. He approached the Saint bitch slowly, and she stopped her tail-chasing and followed his movements with mischief in her eyes. He saw her muscles tense as she crouched, and just as he got within reach of her, she leaped sideways and ran for the kitchen. Once again Zac worried about damage to the furniture. He chased after her, and caught up to her beside the kitchen table. This time she stood for him, and her tail pulled to the side as he mounted her. He felt the exquisite thrill of sliding his cock into her warm folds. She had made him work for it, and that made it so much more rewarding, and therefore more erotic.

His need was building fast, but giving this beautiful pedigree girl orgasmic pleasure was even more wonderful than his own release, so he made himself slow down. He ran his hands over her belly as he thrust into her, trying to stimulate her as much as he could. Soon, he felt her tense again, and then leap away from his cock and repeat her excited play-bow and tail chasing.

They mated again in front of the fire, and this time there was no holding back the floodgates of his own orgasm. The urgency of his thrusting increased, and then he gripped her tight as another dose of his seed pulsed into her. He tried to keep her still, as her muscles clenched and milked the cum from his cock. But unfortunately he didn't have the wonderful knot-like bulge that canines had at the base of their cock, and he couldn't tie her. She pulled forward again, spilling more cum on the carpet, and gave the most excited bark he'd heard yet.

Now properly sated and a bit dizzy, Zac collapsed on the floor. The Saint Bernard gave his cock a last lick, then sat down to lick herself. The boy lay on the carpet, sweaty and panting from his exertions. I'm going to need a shower, he thought.