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Bestial in Southwold
by Rachel Childs (rach_childs@hotmail.com)

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This story is a sequel to my first submission... a 
woman's second encounter with a man and a dog. 
(F/beast)

***

Author Note: This story is a sequel to a previous one 
on Kristen that I wrote is in directory 55, which 
was my first submission to Kristen in fact. Before I 
continue, I would like to thank all those people who 
say that they have enjoyed my writings... thank you 
all for your feedback.

***

After leaving the Suffolk village as I did rather 
hurriedly, I was totally unaware of the goings on there 
afterwards. Sue left Norman to go to live in London 
with James... and Norman set about trying to trace 
where I had disappeared to. As I was not in hiding in 
any way it didn't take him long to locate me and I had 
in fact not gone that far... only to Southwold. I 
managed to get a position as a typist and sort of 
unofficial PA to a solicitor's office....a father and 
son business, just the two of them, but it kept me 
busy. Imagine my total surprise when Norman appeared 
one day as I was working in the front office, to say 
the least I was lost for words.

"Hey you, how you doi'n girl?" he asked in his gruff 
Suffolk accent.

The surprise was evident on my face but he was probably 
totally unaware of the sheer horror that filled me.

"Oh, it's you," I managed to say with my throat dry and 
voice cracking.

He looked me up and down as he usually did, eyes 
lingering on my breasts and legs... he mentally 
undressed all the women he met, 'damn him' I thought.

"Meet me for lunch, eh?" he said in a way that made it 
sound more like a request than an invitation. I opened 
my mouth to reply but just then Graham senior came out 
of his office, Looked at Norman, then at me, probably 
assuming Norman was a client, but then realising that 
he was not and that he was intruding on something 
private...all I wanted then was to get rid of Norman.

"Perhaps when you are ready Miss Greer, some letters to 
write," Graham said charmingly.

I nodded and then turned to Norman.

"I'm off at 12.30 and I'll meet you in the Crown, ok?"

To my relief he smiled and left after agreeing to meet 
me. I found it hard to concentrate on taking notes with 
Graham senior, my mind going back to that afternoon 
earlier in the year when I had succumbed to Norman's 
insistence to perform with him and Blackie. That same 
sort of overbearing personality showed itself today and 
I seemed unable to cope with it. It wasn't out of 
weakness or lack of character on my part, but something 
that was much deeper in my psyche.

At length lunchtime came, It was but a short walk up 
the high street to the Crown. Norman was already there, 
sitting at a corner table facing the door so as not to 
miss me. After the usual pleasantries of sitting me 
down, getting me a drink and ordering some sandwiches, 
we sat opposite each other. He hadn't changed, the same 
florid face and rough hands, but he had made an effort 
to smarten himself up a bit. Between gulps of his beer 
he told me what had transpired after I left and he was 
pretty matter of fact about it, it seemed that he was 
now living in that large house on his own... then there 
was a awkward silence as I looked down at my drink and 
he played with a beer mat.

"I can't get you out of my bloody head," he suddenly 
said loudly... I was aware of people turning round to 
look at us. I shifted in my seat as he leaned forward 
at me..."You know what I mean," he said at normal 
volume.

His eyes were fixed on mine and I had to look away over 
his shoulder, he was facing me with memories and 
feelings that I did not understand, it's as if he 
understood them more than I did. 

"You fucking loved it didn't you?" he said as if it 
were an accusation rather than a statement of fact or a 
question, he then leaned back in his chair almost with 
a look of satisfaction on his face, then leaned forward 
to make another point. "'cos I know I did!" he almost 
yelled again, more people turned to look at us. I now 
felt I needed to say something, anything.... as I could 
tell he was getting worked up.

"Look Norman," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice 
level, "It happened... ok? I rather wish it had not 
but..." I didn't get to fish the sentence.

"Liar," he said quietly, looking now about the room to 
make sure no one could hear, "Who do you think you are 
kidding, eh? Why aren't you honest girl? Don't tell me 
you haven't thought about it since and fucked yourself 
over it."

"You are rude Norman," I said trying to fend him off 
but he was absolutely right and I was never a good 
liar. "So what do you want then?" I asked.

"What do you think I want?" he asked incredulously. 
"Girls like you are few and far between. Look, let's 
meet and just see what happens, I promise it won't be 
like last time... I won't push you, ok?"

I looked at him now and he seemed sincere, but he was 
the sort of man that could get carried away, could he 
contain himself? What was I doing thinking this way? It 
was then that I realised the temptation he put before 
me was appealing, he was right, he had made me come to 
terms with it.

"Where?" I asked looking into my glass again.

There was a pause as he realised what I had agreed to, 
"Where ever you feel most comfortable," he replied.

"My place then... Friday evening about 9 pm... I live 
just..."

"I know where you live," he said.

I looked at my watch, my lunch time was over and I got 
up. We left together without saying much and parted 
with few words. I am not sure who was more surprised by 
the outcome of events, he or I. All that afternoon I 
thought about Blackie and Norman and sometimes got lost 
in a freaky world of heightened sexuality and fear, and 
perhaps those two are the essential ingredients for me.

Friday seemed to come around quickly and the day flew 
past, it always being busy at the end of the week. When 
I arrived home there was a message on my answering 
machine to remind me of the meeting, as if I would have 
forgotten I thought and laughed to myself. I ate early 
and decided to have a bath and try to relax, also a few 
gin and tonics... more than I should have had too. I 
lay in the bath thinking and drinking for probably an 
hour, and by the time I emerged I was very relaxed...I 
looked in the mirror at myself and then decided to 
dress sexily... why not? Not for Norman or the dog, but 
for me.

I wanted and needed to feel good. Black suited me well, 
and black underwear with black stockings seemed to fit 
the bill topped by a slinky black number and black 
patent heels. And so I relaxed with some soft jazz 
until the door bell rang at exactly 9 pm. I bet he's 
been waiting outside in the car I thought to myself.

I stepped aside as they entered, Blackie looking about 
at this strange new environment, as did Norman, I led 
them through to the lounge, which was a large open room 
with plenty of floor space. Blackie trotted about as 
Norman sat, looking at me in his usual way as I asked 
him for a drink and then we sat together on the large 
sofa.

"God, you look good," he said quietly.

"Thank you," I replied. "I feel good too."

"Here boy!" he called to Blackie, the dog came over 
obediently and sat before Norman, who stroked his face.

"He's had a bath... didn't enjoy it... but needed it... 
covered in cow shit again."

I thought that information to be quite off-putting 
really but it was Norman's way, he was no diplomat. He 
roughly pulled the dog over so he was in front of 
me...and I gave him a pat, he licked my hand, perhaps 
he remembered me. Then I smiled at such a stupid 
notion. Norman ran the palm of his hand along my 
stockinged thigh, the rough skin dragging on the fine 
deniere, he turned up my dress in the front so that my 
stocking tops, thighs and pantie covered pubes showed.

"I've dreamed of this," he said not looking at me.

"I need to say something Norman," I said in a level 
voice, the alcohol giving me the courage to confront 
him, I casually pulled my dress down again.

"C'mon girl, let's hear it then."

"Well it's like this. I want to experience the dog on 
my own....I'm happy for you to stay, and help if 
necessary, but I don't want it like last time...ok?"

He sat looking into his drink for a while and I thought 
that he might throw a wobbly.

"What about me then?" he asked looking and sounding 
almost hurt. "I want to fuck you too."

"You really know how to woo a girl don't you Norman," I 
said sarcastically.

He looked at me with fury in his eyes... a frightening 
look.

"Well," he said, looking into his glass again. "I see 
it this way girl, you want the dog, I know that... I'm 
the price you pay for that pleasure."

My heart sank, this was not going the way I had 
planned, but I was stupid to think that Norman had any 
finer feelings because he didn't. He looked at me and 
saw the reticence in my face and knew that he had won.

"C'mon girl, don't be miserable," he said moving nearer 
and putting his hand on my thigh, squeezing it none too 
gently. I leaned back to put my glass down and his hand 
slid unceremoniously under my dress and felt up my 
thigh, reaching the bareness past the stocking top. I 
leaned back, watching like a spectator as he renewed 
his memory of me. I lifted my hips as he drew down my 
panties, exposing my dark mass of curly pubes. My heels 
raised my knees from the edge of the seat so it was 
easy to just open them for him and Blackie, who now 
showed some interest in the procedure. Norman gently 
slipped a finger into me and then withdrew it, offering 
it to the sensitive nose, it was sniffed gently, then 
licked.

"Move yourself to the edge of the seat girl," he said 
quietly. 

I did so, my buttocks right on the edge, my pubes 
overhanging. Norman parted me and Blackie's nose 
followed the scent... I bit my lower lip as I felt his 
tongue going to work. I had forgotten how good this 
felt. I lay back with the dogs head between my open 
thighs as Norman fondled and removed both my breasts 
from their cups, pulling and sucking at the nipples 
which responded as they always did. I felt almost like 
a woman being seen to by two men. 

I couldn't see Blackie of course but I could feel him 
getting more and more enthralled with reaching my 
marrow, perhaps he saw it as a bone... he certainly 
treated my entrance as one. I was moaning now as 
Blackie started to bring me to a heightened state of 
arousal, at which stage Norman decided to expose 
himself and drag me over so that I was sitting on him, 
facing Blackie. Blackie was not to be denied and as 
Norman slid into me, Blackie proceeded to lick my front 
and I guess Normans balls too. 

The more he lifted me up and down the more juices were 
there for Blackie to lick and with the stimulation of 
Blackie's tongue on my clit and Norman's bone in me, I 
started to reach an orgasm quickly. I could see 
Blackie's mounting excitement too, he was darting 
about, with his tongue fixed to me, I caught a glimpse 
of his huge erection every now and then, then I was 
being pushed forward, with Norman still in me. 

I knew what he now wanted so I dropped to my knees, as 
soon as Blackie saw me on my knees he mounted, not at 
the rear because Norman was still there grunting and 
pulling at my hips, but he mounted at the front and 
side, like he was desperate to hump at something, his 
huge hanging affair was pushed into my face a couple of 
times and I felt a couple of squirts from his cock on 
my face.

Suddenly it was there under my nose and I managed to 
grasp it with one hand, only just able to support my 
weight with the other... he stopped as if frozen at 
this, my hand cupping his huge knot... and to my own 
surprise I started to kiss and lick it, and gradually I 
took it in and sucked it, a strange steely taste 
engulfed my mouth, not unpleasant but he soon started 
to fill it with short squirts, I let it dribble out. 

I was with this new interest unaware of Norman's 
withdrawal until his head appeared next to mine, his 
eyes wide looking at me fellating his dog with 
enthusiasm. Blackie saw his opportunity then and he 
pulled away, making for my rear, he licked at me, I 
guess at what Norman had left there for him and I like 
a proper bitch dipped my back and exposed all I had, he 
nuzzled into my sex at first licking deliciously.

Then he mounted me, already jabbing at the target two, 
three maybe four times before he found it... then he 
was in with a huge thrust... I wanted it all as I 
rested my head on my folded arms waiting for the huge 
know to be forced in... it didn't take much... two 
thrusts and it started to slide through the opening... 
I cried out as it stretched... then it was inside...

Blackie rested on top of me and the pleasure began, a 
swelling followed by a spasm over and over... orgasm 
followed orgasm, it was totally overwhelming... all 
consuming... like nothing I ever felt before.

I just moaned and moaned with it. Norman tried to make 
me suck him while this happened but I didn't want it, 
he looked cheated, for at least twenty minutes I moaned 
and felt as if I was in heaven. 

When at last Blackie had finished with me... his affair 
came out with a huge plop, followed by a stream of 
semen... then I felt Norman there helping himself to 
what was left... his efforts could have gone unnoticed 
after Blackie's but it satisfied him and he pulled out 
and sprayed over me. Now I had fully experienced the 
wonder of sex with a dog. I determined that it would be 
without the help of another man next time... but then 
many plans go wrong or fail for various reasons which I 
will go into later.

Rachel (rach_childs@hotmail.com)

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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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