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Pregnant With Puppies - 3
by Pregluver (saxplayer931@yahoo.com)
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Young teen is impregnated by dog. (f-teen/beast)
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A Christmas Tail
It was a warm spring day as 59-year-old Margaret Hansen
sat in her car outside the local animal shelter. Her
husband, Frank, had been dead for almost a year;
friends and family kept telling her that she needed
company at the big rural house where she lived alone.
But it wasn't a need for companionship that brought
Margaret to the shelter, it was another need. Reaching
under the hem of her dress to her panties, she began
rubbing her pussy through the thin material. "I thought
menopause was supposed to take this away, not make me
even hornier," she said to herself.
Margaret continued to stroke her pussy as her breathing
became more rapid and she could feel it happening. She
groaned with pleasure as her orgasm hit, soaking the
crotch of her panties with her juices. Pushing down her
dress, she grabbed her purse and went into the animal
shelter.
"We have a few dogs that would be good in the country,"
the operator of the shelter said. "A couple that is
moving dropped off a beautiful Great Dane this
morning...has his papers and everything. It would be a
shame to have to get him fixed though. If I don't get
rid of him soon I'm afraid I will have to."
The dog was big and beautiful. "Can I pet him" Margaret
asked, and the man let her into the cage. The Great
Dane licked her hand then moved his nose to her cum-
soaked crotch. "I'll take him," she said.
Margaret and her new pet, which she found out was named
Hamlet, were together for two days before she got up
enough nerve to do what she craved so desperately.
Stripping out of her clothes, the 59-year-old woman lay
crossways on her bed and began to masturbate. Her
fingers were wet when she felt Hamlet's nose between
her legs.
"Oh God, that feels SOOOO good," Margaret moaned as the
Great Dane's tongue stroked her pussy. She was panting
and moving her hips with Hamlet's licking motions. Then
the dog plunged his tongue into Margaret's pussy and
began moving it back and forth. "Oh Lord... I'm
cummmiiinnggg," she screamed as she orgasmed.
Hamlet was a gentle dog, Margaret found. She rubbed his
belly, fascinated when the tip of his red cock began to
come out of its sheath. Timidly she touched it and even
more appeared. "It's so big," Margaret marveled. But
she still wasn't sure about taking the next step.
A week later Margaret put a pair of socks on Hamlet's
front paws then got down on her hands and knees in the
middle of her bedroom. Her heart was pounding as the
Great Dane put his paws on the middle of her back.
It took three tries before the tip of Hamlet's huge red
cock found Margaret's pussy. "OHHHHH, this feels sooo
good" she moaned as the doggie cock went deeper and
deeper into her. Then she felt the knot pressing
against her wet pussy. "UUUUNNNGGHH," she moaned as her
pussy felt so very full. Hamlet was stroking faster
now, Margaret could feel her orgasm building. Then
Hamlet was shooting wave after wave of hot doggie cum
into her pussy as she orgasmed again and again.
Once she started, Margaret couldn't stop. She and
Hamlet fucked every day throughout the summer and early
fall. At the beginning of October, her period didn't
come and Margaret thought the menopause has finally
taken hold.
About a week before Halloween, Margaret got up and
started to make her morning coffee when she suddenly
felt so sick she thought she was going to faint.
Cupping her hand over her mouth, she dashed to the
bathroom, fell to her hands and knees and threw up. The
next few mornings she was just as sick. She was taking
a shower when she noticed how tender her breasts were.
Suddenly her heart was pounding. "No, I can't be. I've
only been with Hamlet.....a dog! I can't be pregnant,"
she said to herself.
Margaret was getting dressed about a week after
Halloween when the pair of jeans she was putting on
wouldn't reach around her waist. Stripping down to her
bra and panties, she stood in front of her dresser
mirror and saw the slight bulge in her tummy. Touching
it, the spot was hard. "Oh God," Margaret whispered,
"I'm pregnant... pregnant with puppies!"
Over the next week Margaret tried to decide what to do.
Should she go to her doctor or a veterinarian? No, she
was too embarrassed. Should she try to bring on a
miscarriage? No, that was too dangerous. The only thing
left was to carry the puppies inside her and give birth
to them. But she couldn't let ANYBODY know about her
strange pregnancy.
Two weeks into November, Margaret had to wear the
loosest clothes she could find over her pregnant belly
- she figured she looked about four and a half months
pregnant. She drove to a shopping mall and nervously
bought a couple pair of maternity jeans, a few giant
flannel smocks, and a nightgown -- telling the clerk
they were for her pregnant daughter. Then she got
enough stamps to mail all her bills for the next few
months and had the oil tank filled so no one would see
her expanding pregnant shape.
Margaret's appetite was suddenly ravenous. She prepared
meals big enough to feed a family of four and left only
a little leftovers for Hamlet. She was watching
television and stroking her swollen stomach when the
telephone rang. "Hi mom, sorry we won't be able to make
it for Thanksgiving...but Sandy and the kids will be
there for Christmas," her son Tom said.
She had been so wrapped up in her strange pregnancy she
had forgotten all about the holidays. "Oh God, what if
I'm still pregnant then," she worried, "I can't them
see me like this."
Thanksgiving was only days away when Margaret woke up
feeling unbelievably horny. Moving her hand to her
swollen belly -- she now looked about five and a half
months pregnant -- she stroked the mound then moved her
hands higher to her milk-filled breasts and began
fondling them. As always, Hamlet was suddenly there and
Margaret moved her knees apart for him.
The Great Dane's tongue was licking her wet pregnant
pussy with long strokes as Margaret rubbed her pregnant
belly and moved her hips with Hamlets motions. "OH,
GOD........you're making me cum," she said tossing her
head from side to side as orgasms wracked her 59-year-
old pregnant body.
A few days after Thanksgiving Margaret realized that
she had eaten almost every morsel of food in the house.
Her winter coat would barely button around her pregnant
puppy-filled stomach and by the time she got to the
supermarket she had to pee so bad she could hardly keep
from wetting her maternity jeans.
As quickly as she could, Margaret filled the shopping
cart with enough food to last hopefully until after she
delivered the puppies. She was waiting in the checkout
line when she felt movement from inside her as the
puppies turned and twisted. She couldn't help move a
hand to her coat-covered pregnant mound.
By the second week of December, Margaret looked and
felt at least eight and a half months pregnant. Her
tremendous puppy-filled tummy was so huge that she
could barely struggle out of bed or to stand up and the
puppies were always moving inside her, making little
bumps in her firm stomach.
Groaning with the effort, Margaret groaned with the
effort as she pushed herself out of bed. She was so
pregnant it was almost impossible to sleep. Pulling her
nightgown back down over her tremendous tummy, she
waddled to the bathroom with an urgent need to pee.
She was so large she couldn't get in and out of the
shower without risking falling so she gave herself a
handbath and then stood in front of the mirror staring
at her unbelievable shape. Her once sagging breasts
were now as big as cantaloupes and filled with milk.
Right below them, her tremendous tummy began rounding
outward. Margaret guessed that she had gained at least
35 pounds. There was a dark line running down the
middle of her stretched stomach to her pushed-out belly
button. "This has to be over soon... it just has to,"
she said rubbing her stomach.
Christmas was only a week away and Margaret was still
hugely pregnant with puppies. Her son, his wife and
three grandchildren would be arriving in three days.
She just had to think of something. Maybe she could
make herself go into labor.
Stripping out of her maternity clothes, Margaret
lowered her naked 59-year-old, very pregnant body to
her hands and knees. "Come on Hamlet, you're going to
have to help me now," she told her Great Dane.
Margaret's pregnant stomach was so large that it
touched the floor when the dog put his paws on her
curved back and started to stick his doggie cock into
her. "Oh God, that feels good" Margaret crooned as
Hamlet pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her very
pregnant pussy. When his knot was inside her, the dog
began long steady thrusts as Margaret moved her hips
and the puppies kicked strongly inside her massive
pregnant mound. She could feel it happening, her orgasm
was building. When it hit and the Great Dane shot his
load into her, Margaret was in heaven, but not in
labor.
The next morning she woke up with an aching back but
that was nothing new. Bending over her tremendous
tummy, Margaret fished her feet blindly through a pair
of panties and her maternity jeans, then buttoned a
smock over her puppy-filled stomach and made her way
carefully downstairs.
A few hours later Margaret was watching a talk show
when suddenly a strong cramp made her double over her
mammoth mound and groan as she felt a release of
pressure. There was a wet spot in the crotch of her
maternity jeans that kept getting larger and larger.
"Oh God... my water broke," Margaret whispered to
herself.
Two more cramps came by the time Margaret got out of
her wet clothes and into her nightgown. As the morning
passed into afternoon, the 59-year-old pregnant woman
walked around the house, stopping to lean against
something when contractions hit.
It was dark outside when Margaret felt another powerful
contraction coming. When it hit her gigantic stomach
tightened and she dropped to a crouch as she felt an
overwhelming urge to bear down. "It's time, Hamlet,"
she told her dog, "It's time to have your puppies."
Dropping a pile of towels onto the bed, Margaret
gripped her dresser until the contraction eased then
stripped out of her sweat-covered nightgown and laid
down to give birth. Moving her bent knees wide apart,
when the next contraction came, she gave in to the need
to push. Three contractions later Margaret felt a hairy
head crowning her dilated opening. Bearing down she
groaned then grunted as a wet puppy pushed out of her
body to lay between her legs. It looked just like
Hamlet.
She had just finished cleaning the newborn puppy off
when another contraction doubled her over. Margaret
placed her hands on her still swollen stomach and
pushed as another puppy came out of her. But before she
could clean this one yet another contraction hit and
she was grunting hoarsely as she gave birth to a third
puppy.
When her son and his family arrived two days later a
Christmas tree was in place along with three puppies
with red bows around their necks. "Oh Grandma," the
kids exclaimed, "how did you know we wanted puppies for
Christmas?"
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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