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Violett - 2
by Sailbad (sailbad@storiesonline.org)
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An attractive, adventurous lesbian gives a light-
hearted narration of her life's experiences in dog-sex
from her first discoveries while masturbating to her
adventures while in a committed relationship in her
twenties. Parts 3, 4, & 5 are the hottest. (FF, 1st,
mast, exh, beast)
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PART 2: I Return Pleasure
Months passed after my first sexual experience at the
tip of my bulldog’s tongue. I soon found out I could
give myself the same pleasure without Max's help. I
had delved deeply into all the reference material I
could get my hands on and had learned a great deal
about my body and about sex. I learned that the term
for giving myself sexual pleasure was ‘masturbation’
and it became my secret hobby.
I did it whenever the opportunity presented itself. I
did it out of boredom, I did it to relieve tension, I
did it when prompted by sexual urge, and I did it just
for fun. My favorite method was to wad a pillow on the
floor and then straddle it and grind my vulva against
it. Placing a knee on the floor and throwing the other
over the edge of a bed or a couch would always work
too.
I could even do it with my clothes on in case I was
afraid of someone walking in on me. The best part of
rubbing against something was that it provided
constant stimulation of my clitoris while freeing my
hands to work on my breasts, crotch, vagina or
whatever other zone intrigued me.
Max, my stout, lean, intrepid British bulldog was a
partner, although not always, in my diversions. When
Max would participate I would strip naked or at least
bottomless and rub against my wadded pillow. I would
straddle it while arching my back, pressing my stomach
down and pushing my butt up. That position allowed me
to grind against the pillow while exposing the rest of
my vulva to Max's attentions. Max, though he didn't
intend to be, was a brilliant cunnilingist. His tongue
against my labia and probing into what recesses of my
vagina it could reach were the perfect accompaniment
to my own stimulation.
It was not a frequent tryst we would partake in,
perhaps twice a month. I had to be assured we were
completely alone in the house and I also wanted to
keep it a special treat. I would make the most of it
by preparing myself mentally in advance, brewing my
anticipation to just the right pitch. With Max's help
I gained a Maestro's control of my orgasms and played
them into a beautiful symphony with one climax keying
up in line to follow its predecessor in perfect,
elongated measure.
When we got things working perfectly I could immerse
myself in a kind of opium-like half consciousness and
let my mind drift through the most erotic fantasies,
punctuated with the most delightful orgasms. Max's
reward for his effort seemed to be solely whatever
culinary bounty he obtained from lapping at my
lubricating secretions. His enjoyment was nowhere near
the level of mine, which disheartened me a little.
That all changed one night. I was fifteen, a freshman.
I had blossomed into an attractive adolescent. My
breasts were apple-sized. My ass was nicely rounded
and firm. My body was pushing out into some pleasingly
proportionate curves with just the right amount
muscular tone. I had the face to match with large,
wide set eyes, high, rounded cheekbones, demure chin,
and a voluptuous mouth punctuated by dimples. I was
becoming popular in school, a veritable distraction,
really. The attention I garnished from other girls was
well used however the attention I got from boys I
never really had any use for at all. My class schedule
at the time was all afternoon classes, which meant I
could sleep late and stay up late.
It was one such school night when I was alone with Max
in the basement watching the late show and my mind
drifted into an erotic disposition. I had no intention
of including Max in my activities but I decided to
sequester myself in the adjoining room for a good,
hard self-worship session. I removed my pants, rolled
a pillow up on the floor, straddled it and started
into my grind. I was enjoying myself and could feel
what promised to be a healthy sized orgasm building on
the horizon when Max crept up between my legs and
started lapping at me. It was all right by me and I
let him go to it.
In the middle of his lapping he stopped and lurched
forward. I could feel his forelegs against my crotch
and his chin resting firmly on my butt with the cold
chill of his dog tags in between. Suddenly, he leapt
up onto my butt with his forelegs and his paws braced
firmly over the top of my butt cheeks. His hind legs
stepped forward and he started humping. I froze.
Getting Max to assume some kind of sexual attitude was
always one of my fantasies and now it looked like he
was on the verge of catching on.
As he started humping I could feel something wet
poking my butt. It was his pee-hole, the hood from
where his penis emerged. All I had ever seen of a
dog's penis was a pointy, little red thing that poked
out of Max's pee-hole or sheath when he licked
himself. As Max humped his sheath against my butt I
could feel that pointy, red thing from inside the
sheath jabbing against my ass cheek. It was hard and
slick. Max apparently needed time to get in the mood
because he humped only about a dozen times before he
kind of lost interest and climbed down. I was
disappointed but at least it was a start.
I went back to my grinding while Max resumed his
lapping. After a couple minutes he moved into position
and mounted my butt again. This time his sheath
settled in the crack of my butt. He humped at me and I
could feel the wetness of his pee-hole sliding up and
down my crack. I froze again to provide him an
accessible target and after a few strokes I could feel
the stiff, finger-like penis jabbing and sliding about
an inch out of his sheath and within my embracing
groove.
The wanton thrill of doing something so naughty was
almost enough to make me climax just thinking about
it. This time he got in about twenty or thirty strokes
with no steady rhythm before he broke off and backed
down from his perch.
I ground down a couple of times and kicked off that
orgasm that was waiting for me in the lurch. I twisted
my hips around and around, savoring it fully. As it
subsided Max mounted my butt again and again I poised
myself to give him good fuck. His sheath found my
crack as before and he soon worked his penis out to
make good use of my snug crevice. This time after a
few more tentative strokes his hips made a furtive
downward push and that firm little inch of doggie
appendage he was using on me found extra deep
penetration between my cheeks.
The added sensation of encirclement must have
triggered something in him because all of a sudden he
lunged into his mission with fierce vigor. His hind
legs jumped forward and stepped into the pillow flush
with the inside of my thighs. His haunches flattened
out and pressed firmly against my crotch as though he
was spreading his knees to clasp my butt. His stout
forelegs grasped around my ass and clamped like a vise
around my hips. His back hunched into a severe arch
and his whole demeanor was seized with the single-
mindedness only nature could instill.
He was pounding against me like a jackhammer. I felt
like the entire encounter was out of my control and
considering this was the first time he ever got to put
his cock to use, he really knew what he was doing. He
was going to get a fuck and I was going to give it. I
could feel his wet, rigid penis sliding in my butt
crevice. It was a good four inches protruding out of
his sheath now and his humping under-belly was
urgently pressing it to lodge as deeply between my
cheeks as was available. He apparently liked what my
ass was doing for him very much.
I lifted my butt higher to avail to him the best
exposure I could afford as he used me for his
pleasure. The sudden realization that I was returning
sexual gratification to another creature compounded
with the absolute taboo nature of it sent me to the
quickest climax I had ever had and all of it with
mental stimulation only. It was fabulous. It came with
such a head rush that I nearly passed out. More were
to come; I could already feel them approaching.
In the semi-darkness all that could be heard was the
hard clapping sound of the hollow of his haunches
against my butt... and his panting... and a slurpy
noise of his wet penis sliding in my firm groove...
and the jingle of his dog tags.
Early on, I felt a lump-like bump at the base of his
penis. It was his knot, I found out later. It's a
thing a male dog has at the back of his dick that
swells up and gets stuck inside the female so he won't
slip out before the job is done. The knot sliding on
my butt helped me gauge the movement of his cock.
That penis now seemed less distinguishable. It had
swollen in girth so that it floated outside my crack
instead of digging in between. It wasn't the same
rigid, finger-like firmness as it was before; it was
spongy and yielding to pressure. That knot was quite
another thing. What was a grape-sized bump that slid
along with his penis was now a big, round, wet bulb
that just bumped against my butt with each thrust.
I was amazed at the changes manifested in Max. I had
never before seen him so tense and aggressive. He was
slamming against me so hard and so fast, with strength
I didn't know he had. I got the feeling that if I had
tried to stop him he would have chewed my arm off.
Trying to keep my ass still, I twisted my shoulder and
head around to see what was going on back there. Max
was clinging to my butt like a string bikini. His face
was a grimace. His back was bowed into a semi-circle.
Under his heaving chest I could see his pointy, red
dog penis thrusting out of the top of my ass cleavage
with every stroke, it was longer than I had thought.
BAM, another orgasm hit me and I lay my head down on
the floor to let it carry me.
I lay still and let Max enjoy me, proudly confiding
myself that I was providing good fuck for my partner.
I really liked that squishy, wet thing sliding up and
down on my butt. It also felt good to feel Max’s firm,
forceful grip on my backside; the feeling that he was
in control. Max slowly dwindled his pace. To my
wonder, I felt something warm and wet along the small
of my back and just above my butt. For an instant I
speculated that his penis was growing even longer! I
felt the wetness grow into a puddle that collected
between the muscles at the base of my spine and then
to trickle around my waist. With a spark I realized I
had given my partner his orgasm. I had successfully
completed reciprocation of pleasure and the sperm
dribbling on my back was the celebratory reward.
I dug my hands beneath me and plunged them into my
pussy. Two fingers of one hand encircled my clitoris
while the middle finger of my other hand sought my
vagina. Max was still except for his panting. He
slowly began to relax his grip and backed away from my
crotch a little bit. He stood with his paws hanging
limp around my waist and his dick lying between my
butt cheeks, squirting and dripping his cum on me.
When enough of a gap allowed it, a trickle of his
watery sperm dribbled down my butt crack, over my
crotch and then mingled directly between my wet labia.
My mind tripped on the notion that my pussy had tasted
its first semen and then, POW, another huge orgasm.
Max had stepped back further and loosened his hold to
the point that his forepaws were just standing on my
butt and his penis, still lightly spurting, dangled
loosely against my crotch, drizzling his ejaculate
into my pubic tangle and lubricating my busy fingers.
I took my hand from my vagina and reached back as far
as I could and grabbed his doggy cock between my
fingertips and brought it to my labia. I pressed its
length to my slit for a carnal kiss and tried
franticly to trip off another orgasm before he pulled
away. He then stepped down from me with his forepaws
at my side and his body over my thigh. He stepped over
my thigh with his hind legs and just dragged his penis
behind him. It was my first chance to get a good look
at the weapon he had used on me and I was aghast.
Max stood beside me panting with his back arched
upward as if trying to keep his dick from dragging on
the floor. And what a dick! It protruded from its
sheath about seven inches. It was slick, pink and red
in some spots, pale blue in others with an overall
mottled texture like an orange peel. The tip was a
point but kind of like a carrot cut diagonally. Toward
the tip it was about three quarters of an inch in
diameter then it swelled out to a little over an inch
in diameter and then back to three quarters. Just
where it immerged from the sheath was that knot I had
felt. It was like the size and shape of two golf balls
side by side. I was shocked to see something so ugly
hanging out of my dog.
I reached my hand out to touch his cock. I weighed it
in my palm, gently curled my fingers around it and
pumped it a few times for his enjoyment. With the
exception of the knot, it was soft, spongy and
flexible and it was still dripping sperm from the tip.
He humped my fist a couple of strokes and then whined
and nudged my hand away with his nose. Max walked
awkwardly away, plopped himself down and started to
lick it.
I watched him intently as he licked it all over until
the swelling of his knot went down and it drew back
into its sheath, then he came back to my ass to clean
me off. He swathed his broad, raspy tongue over me
from my vulva to my butt and over my back until I was
all clean and then licked me some more. He seemed
grateful for the pleasure I gave him. He licked my
neck and my cheek and then lay down beside me.
Meanwhile, I was masturbating furiously as the notion
of that soft, delicate fucking tool thrusting into my
body, defiling me with its hideousness, danced in my
head. It was like the experience had built up in me a
lust overdose and I had to work it out of my system. I
didn't stop until the TV station went off the air. Of
course, this was something I just would not be able to
leave alone and be assured Max and I got off together
quite a bit from then on.
Continued in part 3...
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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