Friends with Benefits

I came across that phrase, "friends with benefits," the other day and for the first time started to think about it. I've been familiar with it and known what it means for a long time, but never really thought about how it applies to me. Going back in through time in my head, though, I realized that with the exception of the men I work with and a couple (but not all) of the gay guys I know, every man I've become friends with in the last ten years is a friend with benefits. Every woman, again with the exception of those I work with, I have become friends with in the last three years is a friend with benefits. I have managed to so thoroughly make sex the center of my existence that I don't have friends anymore that I don't have sex with.

I'm not surprised by this, and I'm certainly not bothered by it, it's just that somehow I'd never thought about it. Many of the guys and women I meet I meet solely for the purpose of having sex with. I'm the queen of the casual pickup. I can't go to the gas station or grocery store without looking for men or women to fuck and, if I find one, approaching them with that it mind. And on the rare occasions when I actually become a friend of somebody without fucking them on the first encounter, I always end up with his dick in me or my tongue and hand in her eventually. With almost all of these people, too, even after I get to know them better, sex remains the centerpiece of our relationship. There are times when I'll get together with somebody for dinner or a movie or shopping and we don't end up fucking, but that's rare. It's far more common that when I get together with somebody we'll fuck and do nothing else. We'll talk and kiss and engage in fore- and after-play, but we're together to fuck. And now that I'm thinking about this, I don't have a problem with it at all. In fact, I'd be a lot fatter and poorer if I spent as much time eating out or shopping or going to the movies with people as I do fucking them, and I'm sure I wouldn't have nearly as much fun.

Now I'm wondering if this is going to start extending to my friends in the animal kingdom, specifically dogs, too. I've written here before about my first encounter with Maria and her dog, Les (or Lester the Molester). Since then we've been together many more times. There are a couple of things about this relationship that are unusual, aside from the obvious. One is that I have never been with Maria without being with Les too. Maria and I have eaten each other out many times now, but we have never done so without one of us first being fucked by Les. The core of our relationship is eating dog cum out of each other. Maria comes over or I go to her house, Les fucks one of us, one or the other of us licks off Les's dick, then Les goes into a corner to lick himself while Maria and I get down to swapping dog cum. The other thing is the increasing frequency with which we do this. Les is the first dog that fucked me and I was the first person Maria had shared Les with. After we first did this we didn't see each other for a few months. Then, after we all got together a second time, we didn't see each other for a couple more months. Over the last six months or so, though, we've all fucked at least once a month and lately at least every two or three weeks. After a couple of weeks now, I get to craving them. I don't know if it's Les I need or Maria, or the combination, but with the exception of Kayla, they are now my most frequent fuck partners.

Now Les has some competition, though. Thursday night one of my friends with benefits took me to the "Blues Harmonica Blowout" at the Last Day Saloon (anytime you have a guy name "Magic Dick" on the bill, I'm there). After the show we went back to his place, where we were greeted at the door by his dog, a robust rottweiler named Moose. I had met Moose before, but it was a couple years ago, before my carnal interest in dogs had ripened and before I'd begun my affair with Les. Moose was happy to see us and jumped first on Ken, then on me. Ken told him to get down but I told him I didn't mind and squatted down to pet him. As Moose started furiously licking my face and hands Ken said "be careful or he'll try to fuck you." I of course replied that that would be okay with me. Then Ken looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and maybe arousal and said "really?" With as convincing a look as I could come of with, I said "yeah, really." He asked me if I'd ever fucked a dog and so I told him all about Maria and Les. Far from disgusting him, this made him want to see his dog fuck me. He and Moose have had a rough time with women. Ken has brought a couple women back to his house that Moose has tried to leg hump. None of these women took this well and told Ken to get the dog out of the house or they were leaving. He always put Moose out in the yard when this happened. One time though, Moose nosed open the screen door and came back in the house to find Ken lying on his back on the floor in his bedroom with his date riding him. Moose tried to join in, with rather ugly results (the date didn't think much of this idea). That planted the seed in Ken's mind, though, that it might be fun to share a woman with Moose. Thursday night that seed came to fruition.

Wearing only a knee length dress and no underwear, it didn't take long to prepare myself for Moose. I pulled the dress up above my waist and lay down on the floor with my legs spread and Moose knew just what to do. He glanced at Ken as if to ask if this was okay, then dove in. After just a couple of seconds sniffing he started licking. Being eaten by a dog is nothing like being eaten by any man or woman I've ever been with. When you're being eaten by a person, they at least have some notion that this is for your pleasure as much as theirs and proceed accordingly, concentrating on the clit and responding to your moans, groans, and occasional directions. You don't get that from a dog. Moose just wanted to lick up my juices. The occasional licks of my clit were merely incidental to him, as he tried to bury his snout in my pussy. I'm sure you've noticed that a dog's tongue is longer than a person's (I've never been with Gene Simmons). This means that I had Moose's tongue farther up in me than any tongue I've ever had in me before. His tongue was as deep in me as most dicks go. Les never went at me like this. Les is pretty much an external licker. I guess he's lazy. If he could have, Moose would have stuck his whole head in my pussy. Unfortunately he couldn't, though, and after a couple of minutes of having that long strong tongue flailing wildly away in my pussy I really needed to be fucked.

Whether because Maria trained him to be that way or because it's his nature, Lester has always been a missionary position dog with me. Moose struck me, though, as a doggy dog, and after pushing his head away from my cunt and pulling my dress all the way off, I turned my back to him and got on my hands and knees. I couldn't believe how quickly he was on me. His front paws and legs tightly clamped onto my sides and at first his dick missed my pussy. I quickly guided him in with one hand, almost falling over because of his weight, and he immediately and furiously started fucking me. Moose's dick is about six or seven inches long and very thick and shaped like a, well, like a dog's dick (how do you describe the shape of a dog's dick? They're like some kind of weird tuber). And very firm. When Les fucks me, it's almost like a man fucking me who happens to be trapped in a dog's body. Moose quite clearly was a dog. A big, strong, brutal dog. He fucked me as hard as I've ever been fucked. Just as he tried to bury his whole head in my pussy while he was eating me, it now felt like he wanted to get his whole body, penis first, into me. Though it only lasted about a minute, this was as good a fuck as I've ever had. Then he came.

Dogs have a lot of cum. Some guys cum as much, but not many. Dog cum is different, though. It's a little thinner, and slicker. It smells and tastes different, too. Not worse. Just different. After he was done cumming and pulled out, I was pretty tired. He had been so rough that I'd been a little nervous and tense while he was fucking me, afraid that he might hurt me. Aside from the tremendous release I felt when he came in me, I was a bit relieved when it was over and I hadn't got hurt. I wanted to lick him clean when he was done, but I lacked the energy to crawl over to the corner where he was already licking himself off. Ken made up for it. He'd been stroking himself during our show and as I lay on my back on the floor he kindly kneeled over me and jacked off in my mouth. Then, while I was savoring that, he surprised me. He started licking my pussy.

One of the "developments" in sex that I really love is the new willingness of straight guys to eat cum. Until about 5 or 6 years ago I had only been with a couple of guys who were willing to eat their own cum, to go down on me after fucking me. Hell, most guys wouldn't even kiss me on my mouth after I let them cum in it, which I've always found interesting, since virtually all men prefer a woman who swallows rather than spits. I suspect that part of the resistance to this was the association with eating male cum to homosexuality. Starting about five years ago, though, I started meeting more and more men who were not only willing but eager to eat cream pies. I'm not sure how this has cum about, but I suspect it has something to do with porn, or even more precisely porn on the internet, and the need there to keep pushing the boundaries of sex to new extremes to compete with other sites. Whatever the reason for this, I'm happy for it. I've always been a fan of cum eating and one of my new and increasingly frequent sources of pleasure is tasting the mixture of a man's cum and my own from his tongue and lips. Now I'm finding more and more guys who will also happily eat their cum out my ass and even quite a few who don't hesitate to eat other guys' cum out of me. Now I have Maria and Ken who will eat their dogs' cum out of me.

He started slowly, as if he wasn't sure about what he was doing, or whether he wanted to do it. Maybe he was nervous about how Moose would react. Moose was ignoring us, though, and after finding that the taste and consistency weren't disgusting, Ken started licking and probing away at me with almost the same vigor that Moose had brought to the task. Ken very considerately paid some attention to my clit, though, and he soon had me cumming. Whether it was my cumming, or eating dog cum, or the combination, Ken was very soon hard and in me, fucking away while I licked at the dog cum on his face and in his mouth. Because he had just cum a couple minutes before it took him awhile this time, and after he finally came we both just lay there, too content and tired to move. After a couple minutes, Moose got up from his corner and plopped down next to us with a loud sigh. The three of us just lay there for a long time. Ken on top of and in me, Moose leaning against us. I don't know when I've ever been so content after being fucked.

So now I have a new desire, to add to my desire to be fucked by a horse, though I think this one will more easily and quickly be realized, I want to be double-fucked by a man and a dog. I think Ken and Moose may be the pair who can and will do it for me. I'll let you know.