On more than one occasion Barbie had poured out her troubles to Libby the widow next door, it was comforting to have someone to talk to about her problems. Libby was 86 years old and lived next door, just she and her dog, children all grown. The dog was a monster, the result of a chance mating between a large terrier female and a Great Dane. Luckily the dog had the Dane’s playful attitude. Libby adored the dog. Barbie was a bit put off by the dog’s aggressive interest in her crotch, but tolerated the nuzzling so as not to offend Libby.

Not much changed, Steve was ready to jump Barbie about once a month, which was substantially less than she would have liked. Had she been a bit more sophisticated or worldly she might have though of a dildo or some other form of masturbation, but this just didn’t fit her outlook on life.

One morning the doorbell rang while Steve was at work. She opened the door to find Libby’s daughter standing on the front steps with Libby’s dog Fred on a leash. The daughter explained that her mother Libby had a mild stroke and it was decided she should move to an assisted living facility. She had left instructions with the family that Barbie was to inherit the dog.

Not knowing quite what to say, Barbie quietly accepted this strange gift. The daughter had brought left over food, his dishes and his play toys, and a letter from Libby.

After the daughter had left and Fred had parked on the sofa, Barbie sat down and read the letter.

Dear Barbie:

Sorry for this to be such a surprise. Take good care of Fred, he is named after my late husband, and has many of my late husbands attributes. I am sure he will be the answer to all your problems.

Love Libby.

Barbie couldn’t see any problem she had the Fred could fix, other than scaring the mailman, but she had to accept the responsibility of this big friendly mutt. As if by way begging the dog jumped up on her and licked her face. She gave him a big hug, which got him all excited.

Steve was a little less than thrilled by the appearance of Fred, and all this would entail. “I guess you feel obligated to keep him. But I don’t like having an animal in the house.”

“Don’t be a stick Steve, Libby was my best friend, the least I can do for her is to take care of her beloved pet.”

“Yeah I guess, hope he doesn’t eat us out of house and home, anything bigger and you could put a saddle and bridle on him.”

“Oh Steve he is just a big old teddy bear.”

So they worked out a routine, Steve let the dog out early in the morning to perform necessities. They tried chaining him in the back yard but at night Fred wouldn’t put up with this and howled so load and long that this idea was abandoned.

“Maybe we could fence in the back yard.” Said Barbie.

“Good grief, out lots over an acre in back, that would cost a fortune, we will just keep him in at night.” Replied Steve.

After two months the three worked out a routine that seemed to satisfy everyone and things settled down. Then one evening Steve had had a couple of beers, an unusual event in and of itself and went to bed early. When Barbie got through with a rerun of a cop show at 12AM she came to bed and found Steve on his side with a full blown erection. Giggling a little to herself she touched him. Groggily he reached over and stuck his hand down her panties and began to finger fuck her. Barbie horny as ever pulled her panties down and worked out on the hand. Steve started to wake up, his hand told him Barbie was wet and open, and his cock hurt from the piss hardon, so he rolled over on to her and stuck it in as far as it would go.

Barbie came as the cock bottomed out in her and let out a yelp, then as Steve started to fuck her she moaned and howled, she had always been verbal when she was being sexed and over the years had gotten louder. Now with two months of pent up frustration being released she cut loose. “Ohhhh, ohhhh, awhooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa.

The last one got Fred’s attention and he came scrambling into the bedroom to see who was hurting his mistress. The smell of sex and the noise made him think there was something wrong, so he stuck his head between the bodies of the fucking couple.

“Get out of here dog.” Yelled Steve and he pushed the good away and tried to maintain the rhythm of his cock in his wife’s cunt as she howled again, oblivious to the dog.

The dog was not going to be deterred, someone was making his mistress unhappy and they were going to stop. So he put his head in close to Steve and barked.

“Get the fuck out of here dog!!!” Yelled Steve as he pushed the dog away even harder.

This was too much for ol’ Fred, he lunged up and grabbed Steve by the left cheek and dragged him off Barbie onto the floor. The dog lost his grip and regained it on the right cheek then attempted to drag Steve out of the bedroom. Steve started screaming from the pain of the dogs bit. Barbie was now quiet.

Barbie had so lost herself in the sex that the little drama that had just taken place completely escaped her. It took her a couple of minutes to see that her husband was on the floor being mauled by Fred. Finally getting it together she got up and pulled Fred off. Turning on the light she saw that Steve was in bad shape, his back side torn to ribbons by the dog. Thinking quicker now, Barbie took the dog to the garage and locked him in for the balance of the night.

Returning to the bedroom she found her husband curled up in severe pain. Wrapping his wounded posterior in a throw rug she helped him to the car then sped to the hospital five miles away. There were grins, and snickering in the emergency room. But soon Steve was out of pain and being sown back up. They wanted to know about rabies vaccination for the dog and Barbie assured them he was up to date.

Two hours later, and 65 stitches Steve was out for the night on a combination of pain killer and sleeping pills. The doctor allowed as how there would probably be no permanent damage, the dog bite had missed the sciatic nerve but Steve would have to stay a couple of days before he would be allowed to walk. And by the way why did the dog attack him. All Barbie did was blush.

It was five-thirty AM when Barbie returned home. She immediately let Fred out back, for which he was grateful. After he returned she made a cup of coffee and slumped on the couch. It was then she realized in the haste to get Steve to the hospital she had forgotten to put on her panties, so all she had on was the parka over her night gown, everyone in the hospital must have seen me.

“What a shame, the first time in months I’m getting my cookies dusted and this has to happen.” In a desultory manner she straightened the hair in her crotch and ran a finger up her slit. That’s when Fred got interested. He sauntered over and gave her cunt a heavy duty lick with his long tongue.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Fred what are you doing.”

Fred gave the opening a few more licks, Barbie was too stunned to move.

“Freddy what ever are you doing, that’s not a nice doggy thing to do.”

Fred by now erect hopped up on the couch and with more than a little experience at this directed his cock in the Barbie’s doggy licked cunt.

“Ahhhhooowwwwwwwww, Fred what is that you’re doing.”

The dog had done this before and knew how to position his body to get inside a woman. He was fully extended knot and all and shifted into high.

“Ahhhooooowwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww.” Screamed Barbie as the dog sunk his knot into her and they locked. The dog who had been celibate longer than Barbie was nothing short of machine like in his fucking. Barbie tired and confused, involuntarily pushed her hips up and Fred got in even deeper, her hips took on a life of their own and began to milk the dogs cock. Then he came and came and came Barbie felt herself filling from him.

Ahhhwoooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Said the pair in unison.

As soon as he had emptied his balls into her, Fred stepped down and over his cock. They were locked together. It took about five minutes for the swelling in his cock to go down at which point he went into a corner of the room, laid down and cleaned Barbie off his cock.

Barbie stayed on the couch, stunned by what had just happened, doggie cum was leaking out of her in great gobs staining her nice new sofa, but she didn’t give a rat’s ass, Fred had scratched her itch.

She hobbled into the bath, cum running down both legs, her cunt felt stretched and used, a feeling she enjoyed as she showered. It came to her as she soaped up what Libby had meant in her letter, Fred had been taught to like woman pussy and how to fuck it, and that was the answer to Barbie’s problem, she could get her ashes hauled anytime she wanted now and Steve could just fuck off..

Once she was toweled dry not bothering to dress she went back to the livingroom. Fred was still curled up in the corner. She wondered just how long it would take him to recover, she laid down on the floor next to him, he gave her face a lick. She reached down and touched his cock, tentatively at first, but then firmer, moving the hairy protective sheath back and forth. Fred responded and his cock popped out. Barbie examined his cock closely, it was slender with a large knot half way down its length, for tying up females so sperm could get to the eggs.

Tired and still in a bit of a daze, Barbie leaned over kissed the pink tip of the dog’s cock. Fred knew what she wanted, he stood up and pressed his cock into Barbie’s mouth and began to hump. Barbie reached up and grabbed the dogs balls and began to milk them as her mouth filled with cum. Soon the knot was stretching her mouth wide and the dogs cock was down her throat. He came again, but didn’t lock in her mouth.

When she had swallowed it all and the cock got soft. Barbie hugged the dog, tears filled her eyes: “Oh thank you Libby, and thank you Fred.” The dog gave a little bark, all this fucking had made him hungry.

For the balance of the day, Barbie was after the dog every hour. Till finally she fell asleep next to him on the living room floor about two pm. She awoke about five, Fred was still asleep, his tongue lolling out at one end and his cock at the other. As soon as Barbie moved so did Fred. He hopped up and gave her bare ass a lick. Barbie assumed a position head resting on her arms and ass in the air, Fred mounted her easily and they were off again, both baying for all they were worth.

After they unlocked Barbie showered and the thought occurred to her that she better visit her husband. She grabbed a quick sandwich and headed to the hospital.

Steve was still groggy from the medication, and kind of nodded and grinned at her. Barbie for her part was anxious to keep the visit short and get back to the house to see what other tricks Fred knew. His current ones were much better than sit up, beg, and rollover.

“Barbie, I can’t take the dog anymore, and last night was the end, talk to the vet tomorrow and see what can be done.”

“Are you talking about putting him to sleep?”

“No, I know you wouldn’t go along with that, but find something, he nearly tore my ass off.”

“Okay, hon, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Said Barbie, giving him a quick kiss.

“Must be imagining it, or the drugs are causing it, Barbie smells like the dog.” Thought Steve as Barbie left.

Over the next couple of days while Steve was in the hospital, Barbie avoided the visit to the vet. Instead she spent her time trying to find the most satisfying position in which to let Fred fuck her. She trimmed his toenails, giving him a rewarding blow-job when she was done, as he had torn her back to shreds. Barbie didn’t care, that warm wet hole was being satisfied as it hadn’t been since she was first married.

The neighbors thought a herd of coyotes had moved into the neighborhood, because each evening some canines could be heard baying at the moon. Little did they know that it was their neighbor Barbie being stuffed by her mutt.

Steve was due to come home on Thursday even though he needed a walker to get around. Barbie felt it best to honor his wish and went to see Libby’s old vet. Dr Brenda was a local institution, an open and notorious lesbian, who’s office manager was her lover.

Barbie had been put off by the two women’s inclination for years, but now with her strong relationship with a dog, somehow licking a little cunt didn’t seem so outrageous.

Barbie sat in Dr. Brenda’s office and recounted the events of the past few days, leaving out the doggy fucking.

“Well that is quite a tale, you say this is Libby’s Fred.” Said Dr. Brenda with something of a grin.

“Yes, I sort of inherited him when Libby went to the assisted living facility.”

“You know he acted up whenever he came, but his shots are up to date, so Steve doesn’t have to worry about rabies, and I am sure the hospital gave him a tetanus shot. There is no worry about infection I am sure.”

“What am I going to do, Fred is precious and I have to keep him because Libby was my dearest friend, but there is Steve.”

“I hate to say it but the only course is to have him neutered.”

“Neutered.”

“Yes castrated, you know, take his balls off.”

“Do you think that would help?”

”Yes, without his balls, he will calm right down, still be a good companion but won’t cause anymore trouble like this.”

“Gee, that sounds great, how do I go about it.”

“Well probably best to do it at home, I’ll lend you the tools and some anesthetic, so he won’t feel a thing. Now this” pulling a large pliers like device from a drawer, “is a Burdizzo. You clamp the cords in the scrotum, you know the ball sack. Feel around until you feel the cords all together, put them in the jaws of the Burdizzo, then clamp down and hold until you feel them crush. Then take this thing” pulling out a bander and flexing the handles, “just to make sure fit a little green donut on this like this and slip it over the scrotum and release, put a couple on. They will cut off the circulation and in a week or so his sack will just fall off. Here are two pills to give him before hand, he won’t feel a thing.” Dr Brenda

“Gee that sounds real simple and castrating him will make everything alright?”

“Yes dear, you take his balls off and he will be as docile as a kitten and won’t bother you again.”

Steve cam home the following day, and Barbie put him straight to bed.

Ten days later Barbie returned the tools to Dr. Brenda.

“Well Barbie how did it go?”

“Just like you told me, I gave him the two pills and he was out in five minutes. I took the burdy thingie and put the jaws on his cords and crushed them, did it twice just to make sure, he jumped a little then. Then I loaded up a donut and snapped it on his balls sack, then just to be safe put two more on. He didn’t even notice when he woke up the next day.”

“Well that is great Barbie, I am sure you will all get along fine now.”

“Oh I hope so. How long before Steve’s balls fall off?”

“Steve, you castrated your husband?”

“Why yes, isn’t that what you told me to do.” Said Barbie all wide eyed.

“No, damn it, I meant you should castrate the dog, how could you make such a mistake.”

Lifting her head to toward the ceiling Barbie said: “Ahhhwoooooooooooooooo.” Then with a giggle she got up and left.

And they all lived happily ever after.