I was in the study yesterday morning, reading, naked except for my bathrobe. Suddenly I heard a noise. I looked up and a dog was standing about half way into the room, looking at me. More like a wolf, the animal was very pretty nonetheless. It whined, and wagged its tail. "You must be Judy," I said. She barked. Judy was Nancy's dog.

Nancy had told me about the animal when I moved into her house. "Just until I can find an apartment, preferably close to campus," I had told her. She agreed, seeing as she had a six-room house. She also said she had a dog, who would be no bother, since she was housebroken. "Her name is Judy. She will stay in my room. She hates men." "Oh?", I asked, curious as to why the animal hated only men. "I got her at a shelter. They told me that she had been abused by her male owner as a puppy, and hated men. She will be fine, as long as she is kept in the room with me and never goes out."

I had moved into Nancy's house five days earlier. But in those five days, until just now, I had never seen the dog because she always kept it in her room. But I have to say it was the quietest dog I have never heard. No howls, no barks, no nothing. So, it was a shock to see suddenly materialize in front of me. "Is something wrong?", I wondered. I knew Nancy had gone out early that morning, and for Judy to be out, Nancy must had left her door open, which wasn't like her. I closed my book, and uncrossed my legs. The dog growled. "Easy, girl. I am not going to hurt you, I just want to see if your mistress is all right."

She looked at me with eyes as green as the sea. Setting my book on the nightstand, I watched her closely. Her nose quivered, and she growled low. Then she whined, and moved closer. I sat still, waiting.... She came up to me and stared at my lap. Her eyes were almost human.

Suddenly, she shoved her muzzle under my robe, and took several deep breaths. I certainly didn't want a dog who hated men that close to my crotch, so I pulled my robe around me. But I got a very nasty growl for my trouble. She continued sniffing, then ran her tongue across the inside of one thigh. Pulling her head out from under the cloth, the animal grabbed my sash, and with a jerk of her head, pulled it off. Nuzzling my robe open, she placed her paws on my thighs and growled warningly.

I wasn't about to interfere with whatever the dog had planned. Putting both hands on either side of the chair, I waited to see what she would do next. She shoved her cold, wet nose under my ball-sac, and shoved them up, then lapped at my testicles until they were swollen and soaked. Then she pressed her paws on either side of my cock, pulling the skin taught, and rubbed her muzzle against it. She repeated this with the other side of her snout.

This was the dog who hated men? What did she do to people she liked?!? The animal sniffed the tip of my dickhead, then slid her tongue across the sensitive flesh. I squirmed, and she growled, but she continued to lap at just the end of my dick. The dog pressed her thin lips against it, then with a moan, opened her mouth and swallowed my maleness down to the base. Sharp teeth dug into my skin, and a warm tongue massaged the fleshy tube, as she sucked on my cock. I gripped the chair arms as she nursed on my maleness, her lapping tongue massaging the sensitive underside of the swollen tip, and I shuddered. Digging her paws into my legs, the dog bobbed up-and-down, hungry for my cum.

The animal sucked too expertly for this to be just a chancy thing. She must have done it many times before. On each upstroke, her tongue wound around the tip of my dick, making me moan. Then on the downstroke she would squash my dickhead against the ridges in the roof of her mouth, and slide her mouth down, until her nose was buried in my pubic hairs. It didn't take much of this until I yelped through clenched teeth, and my balls contracted under the rough paw that was rubbing them. The dog quickly pulled up, until just my dickhead was held between her long canines. Her tongue twanged the web of flesh on the underside, and she gurgled as my cum shot out and splashed across her canine palate. Her thick neck contracted, as she swallowed. Her tongue pressed my spurting dickhead again the roof of her mouth, making each wad slide across the length of that talented organ, before it disappeared down a bottomless abyss.

At last she stopped polishing my cock-knob, and let it slide out. I sat there panting, not caring if the whole world was watching us. Finally, I got enough energy to get up...and promptly fell flat on my face! I had unknowingly trapped the edge of my robe in the chair, and when I got up, my robe held on just enough to make me tug, and when it came loose...I lay on the ground, dazed at turning a somersault. The dog sat a few feet away, tongue hanging out. There isn't anybody that could convince me that she wasn't laughing at me. I had to laugh, myself.

Judy whined, and padded over to me, then sniffed at my chest. Her warm tongue rasped at a nipple, making it stand erect, and making my cock shudder to life. She eyed it for a moment, then lapped at the other teat. Now my dick stood as hard as my nipples. The dog barked, and licked on the tip. Then she went down to my legs, and made her way up my body. When her tail brushed my erection, she stopped, then crouched, yelping, as she impaled herself.

I lay, amazed, as the animal pressed her haunches into my crotch, taking me to the hilt. I gasped at both her warmth and tightness. She moaned, squeezing my cock with inner muscles. She moaned/howled, and nuzzled my chest. I again rubbed her sides, as she started moving, up-and-down on my erection. It took me longer to ejaculate this time, and Judy loved every moment of it. But, at last I was drained a second time. The dog seemed sated. She lay on top of me, paws on her chin, panting.

But it didn't take long before she was again lapping at my teats, and cock, teasing it into erection. This time she rubbed her tail over it a couple of times, then sat down. The tone and length of her howl, as well as the amount of tail that brushed my balls, told me I was now buggering the eager hound. And we both loved every moment. She would pull up, until only the tip stayed trapped in her ring of anus-muscles. Then she would wriggle, and bending her knees, slowly slide down on my cock, driving us both mad with lust.

At last, I couldn't stand it any longer. I grabbed her hips, and ignoring her growls, rolled over, and shoved her under me. She lay there for a moment, looking up at me, then she squirmed in my lap, and I fucked her hard and fast for a good five minutes. All thoughts of Nancy went out the window, as the dog met me stroke for stroke, moan for moan. I pressed my mouth against her snout, and she lapped my face eagerly, as I shifted positions, pulling her even closer. The itch built until I couldn't stand it any longer. I slammed in to the hilt, as strong doggy-anus-muscles rippled the length of my cock, pulling the scum from my overworked testicles. She howled loud enough to wake the dead, as I flooded her ass with cum. She drained my balls totally into her neither end, by milking it with the walls of her rectum. I lay on top of her, tongue inter-twining with the dogs, working the last of my orgasm off by gently humping the animal.

At last, my shrinking cock slid out of her, and I pulled myself upright. Judy looked into my eyes for a moment, then rolled over onto her feet and ran upstairs. I was too tired to even care. I closed the study door, fell into a warm shower, and dropped on top of the bed, passing into the place kept for people who have just fucked their brains out.

The next morning, Nancy came down to the kitchen as I was cooking breakfast. "Morning", she said. I smiled at her and dropped a hint that she had left her door open. "Yes, I did..." I looked at her as if she was crazy. "Now why did you do a thing like that?" I asked. "Well, you certainly got turned-on like crazy when I licked your nipples last night...", she said. I dropped an egg. "What?!?"

Nancy laughed, and explained she was a werewolf. Every time there is a full moon, she turns into a dog. But even that she could live with...except every time she changed, she got horny! "Ever try to find a guy who was horny enough to have sex with a dog? Before last night I haven't screwed anything human for a month!" Then she grinned at me. "But I think that ended last night..."

I made breakfast, and went off to my classes. And every full moon, for the year I had left in school, Nancy as Judy would come down to the study, and we would screw until daylight. But, finally it came time for me to leave. As I packed the last trunk in my car, she smiled, kissed my hand and I started the machine up. Neither of us were much for goodbyes.

But as I was pulling out of her driveway, a car drove up, and a young man got out. "I hear you have a room for rent..." The pupils in his eyes were slightly angular. Nancy turned, and winked at me. "Why, yes I do have a room for rent...You wouldn't happen to own a dog?" He grinned, showing enlarged canines. "A horny one?" she continued. He barked a laugh, grabbing a suitcase with one hairy hand and Nancy's butt with the other. "Only when the moon is full..." he said. I chuckled, and helped him get his luggage inside.