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Violett - 3
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 3: I am Mated
By the time I was eighteen I had matured into a very
attractive young lady. In short, I was hot and I had a
sexual imagination to match. I tried boys. They didn't
do anything for me. There was something about boys
that always kind of repulsed me. Their body hair,
their odors, their aggressive demeanor disgusted me. I
gave them a fair chance but I just could not find the
interest for them that I had for the tender flesh and
gentle manners of other girls.
I had several relationships with girls in my class and
a small network of housewives who passed around my
number. "All the Young Girls Love Violett" as the song
might go. The girls and I fell in to it all very
naturally. With all the confusion and awkwardness that
comes in the teen years we couldn't really blame
ourselves. They felt safe with me;
I never gossiped and, after all, I was the head
cheerleader and one of the prettiest and most popular
girls in school, who would believe I was a lezzy. As
far as they were concerned it was just experimental
fun between two straight girls ("Hey, let's try
something. I won't tell.").
I guess it was a chance for them to do all the things
they wanted to do with boys but without the fear of
ruining their reputations. It was mostly necking and
petting, a little pussy licking and finger fucking
with the braver girls. I had some real cuties, too.
Nobody ever suspected a thing, either, but it gave me
such a rush to carry my secret (if they only knew!)
The ladies were a little different. They knew they
were doing something wrong and that society wouldn't
look the other way, yet they couldn't help themselves.
I found I had a knack for sensing their interest in me
and I had a real talent for seduction. They always
thought they were corrupting an irresistible innocent.
Some of them even thought they were in control. There
was the neighbor lady ("Would you like me to rub some
suntan lotion on your back, Mrs. B.?"), my mother's
best friend ("No, I've never been kissed. What's it
like?"), and several others ("Sandy gave you my
number? ... Yes, I guess you could pick me up after
school.").
Our times together ranged from a tumble and grind on
the living room floor or heavy necking and petting in
the back seat surrounded by groceries to detailed
lessons in the subtle nuances of cunnilingus after a
luxurious bubble bath.
It was in my senior year that I was mostly seeing a
sweet, pixie-ish, little gymnastics jockette, my
Laurie-lovey. She had a tight, compact body that was
just adorable and a tongue I could not believe. I was
a cheerleader on the basketball squad then and she
liked to sit in the front row and watch me jump
around. She would get all turned on watching my butt
jiggle under my short skirt. Afterwards, she would
take me to her house where her parents didn't pay any
attention to her comings and goings. I remember the
soft music she put on to cover our sounds and the
sparse streetlight from the window as we immersed
ourselves in each other for hours, like a coma of
lust.
It was one typical such night we were coming home from
a basketball game and we had a big weekend planned. My
folks were out of town and we had the whole house to
ourselves. I was really worked up for the hot,
carefree, no-holds-barred lovemaking that we had
anticipated for two weeks. For some reason she had
decided to play hard to get all of a sudden. She was
petulant, distant and argumentative all evening. It of
course led to a big fight with her dropping me at home
and tearing off.
I was so frustrated, to be so horny and then deprived
at the last minute. I paced around the house for a
while and wrote her an angry letter that I never
intended to send. I needed to calm down so I drew a
hot bath. It calmed me down but I was still too horny
to sleep. I decided to masturbate away my
frustrations. I took a couple of big throw pillows up
to my room and made a place to recline against in the
corner. I sat back against the cushions, spread my
knees wide and set to work on my gig with my slow,
relaxing, two-handed attack, so I could pretend I was
being treated to the supplicant devotions of a doting
lover.
I was climbing up to a nice pre-orgasmic glow when
Max, my short, lean bulldog trotted in to the room. I
let Max assist me on many a masturbation session and,
when he felt like it, join in for a rub-off of his own
but that night I really didn't want the company. He
walked right up between my legs to investigate what I
was up to.
Usually I laid face down to grind against a pillow and
if Max wanted to participate he would lick my puss
from behind and mount me to fuck his slippery, red
dick against my butt until he got off. Sometimes I
liked to jerk him off. I would reach under him and
stoke his penis through his sheath to get him
motivated into humping. He would hump against my
hands, his dick would come out all the way past his
knot, he would swell up and then start squirting his
cum.
I liked to play with his cock and stroke it, just
watching in amazement while he came in my hands. On
many occasions I had reclined like I was then and
tried to get Max to fuck me. I would let him lick me
for a while, as he was always perfectly happy to do,
and then pull him up on to me against my crotch. Once
I got him to start humping while holding him on my
lap. I had his front paws on my hips and his hood
poised over my cunt. His dick emerged but I couldn't
get him aimed in to my cunny and he quickly lost
interest. He just never got the idea of humping me
unless I was on my stomach.
The last thing I wanted that night was more
frustration so trying anything with Max was remote
from my mind. Nonetheless, he saw the game and wanted
to play. He stepped right up and started licking at my
moist, pouting pussy around my busy fingers. There
would be no stopping him short of carrying him out of
the room and closing the door. Too much trouble. I was
close to the edge so I just let him take over.
He dug his face in and pushed his deft, delightful
tongue as deep as he could into me to get at the
juices he sought. I laid back, closed my eyes, licked
my fingers and waited for my deliverance. Max started
to press forward with his body, crowding up toward my
crotch as he lapped at my spread lips. Having shared
many a session with Max when he would climb up on my
butt for a dry-hump (or rather, wet-hump) in my ass
cleavage, I knew this move was a precursor to mounting
me. Could it be after all my coaching, offering and
poising he was finally going to grasp the idea and
attempt entry?
My hopes were cresting higher than ever as I twiddled
my clit even faster. Then with all sureness and
determination that he knew what he was doing, he
mounted me. He jumped up and with his front paws he
clutched at my hips and started humping aggressively.
He was completely off center and way too high. His
hips bucked at my thigh and I could see his firm, pink
poker emerging from his sheath and sliding against the
inside of my thigh. It came out about two inches,
hungrily seeking the embrace of flesh. It burrowed
into the softness of my skin as Max stepped over my
leg with one foot and struggled for relief against my
thigh.
He humped for a good thirty or so strokes and his
penis emerged all the way past his knot. But it just
wasn't satisfying enough for him. His thrusts were
desperate, lacking that blind, animal passion that
overcame him when his sensitive organ found some
furtive friction. His penis never even began to swell.
His dick retracted, he climbed down from my leg and
stood in front of my crotch with his hips still
thrusting and humping thin air like a reflex he
couldn't stop.
He continued licking my abandoned gig to make up for
lost time. It was very promising for me; he had never
associated humping me when I was not on my stomach and
offering my ass. After a few more laps he pressed
forward again. This time when he mounted me I lifted
my thighs to contain his approach and center him on my
puss. Lifting my thighs was the magic touch; the
rotation of my hips exposed my fuck-hole at just the
right height and angle.
He launched into his humping immediately and to the
astonishment of both of us he found my vagina on the
fifth jab. I gasped and held my breath as he entered
me and I focused all my concentration on our contact.
I was absolutely astounded. I could not believe what I
was witnessing. In all my depraved desires, I never
thought it could really happen, but there it was right
in front of me. This was it! We were finally actually
making it! A real fuck, sexual intercourse, sweet
coitus!
At first I felt that bare, finger-like penis imbedded
intractably in the mouth of my cunny and I knew we
were set. Once he struck pay dirt, nature took over
with all his effort bent resolutely to the task of
mating. His chest and his chin pressed down hard
against my stomach and his paws clamped around my
waist. With a firm grip he pulled his hind legs tight
against my butt to complete his embrace. His hips went
into an all-out spastic torrent; so urgent was his
intent of meshing his genitals into mine.
I could not tell if his penis pushed itself out from
his sheath or if incidental contact with my vulva
pushed back his sheath, inside me I could feel his
emerging penis' presence full six inches deep. He was
in full attack with his typical, fit-like humping and
his hips slamming back and forth against my crotch
about two inches, sending his penile intrusion in a
comparable travel deep in my no-man's land. His grip
was so tight and his humping so aggressive that his
feet came off the floor and scratch and dug at my ass.
With the entrance of a non-human penis into my vagina,
I had passed over the seldom-crossed boundary of
sexual aberration that society had cursed since the
dawn of history. I was transformed into the base mate
of a beast. I sat frozen, eyes wide, mouth open,
hunched over the scene before me, watching in
disbelief. I was absolutely loving it. My first orgasm
hit me at about the same instant he went into his
fury. I was so engrossed in what I was experiencing
that it passed like a minor distraction of little
significance.
I could feel him moving in me. First I felt that rigid
stem violently, urgently seeking my depths, charging
toward my uterus. I could feel his penis contours
undulating and rolling along my inner contours of my
sex canal. Most noticeably, I felt that round bulb of
his knot sliding well within the entrance of my vagina
and pressing against the most sensitive region of my
hole. He was growing too.
I could feel his narrow appendage swelling to a
rubbery, pliable firmness. The dart-like protrusion
that had stabbed itself to a secure depth grew out to
a 7-inch lance. Swelling outward to fill my passage
and swelling longer to tease my sensitive cervix. His
penis swelled to conform to my contours as my vagina
contracted to conform to his. Most distinct was the
swelling of his knot. It was expanding to make a snug
seal between his tool and my receptor, an anchor to
hold him in place and keep me immobile.
My mind was soon lapsing into that delirious condition
of complete absorption by my passion. It was by no
means the epic joining of romantic legend but I don't
think I could have distinguished the difference. I was
in utter rapture at the unbelievable encounter I was
engaging in, the extreme outrageousness of this most
taboo of all taboo acts filled my consciousness. I
started hyperventilating and climaxes were hitting me
like a gang of muggers. They weren't wimpy, tea garden
orgasms either; they were blitzkrieg orgasms that came
with a head rush that nearly made me faint. I would
emerge from one orgasm only long enough to take
inventory of my senses before the next one landed.
My eyes would see the small furry beast between my
thighs, clamped to my crotch as though clinging to
life while frantically beating against me. I would
feel that delightful dick deep in me, savagely
churning in my most personal recesses. I would then
think about what we were engaging in.
There we were, cock in cunt, pink flesh against pink
flesh, doing with more than great ease what cock and
cunt should do for each other. Deep beneath where his
short, bristly dog hair was pressed against my coarse,
curly pubic hairs our most intimate parts were dancing
a tango in dark, clingy seclusion.
I didn't know how long we had gone but between
climaxes I noticed Max slowing down his fuck. The hard
grimace on his face melted into a wide mouthed pant.
His grip loosened and he relaxed as he drooled on my
stomach. When his hips became still I concentrated on
my vagina and I could feel a fluid welling of pressure
that slopped around at the end of my vagina, up
against my uterus. It felt like a slow, warm douche.
He was climaxing!
His penis was trickling and squirting and dripping his
sperm in me. He was completing his nature-given duty
by depositing his seed in his bitch. I reveled in the
culmination of our mating. He was usually passive
during his ejaculation, holding his haunches firmly
against me, occasionally licking his chops, moving
only when he got restless, enjoying his dick while his
prostate did all the work. I, however, wanted a little
more.
I slipped my hand underneath him and slid two fingers
around my clitoris. With my other hand I reached
around Max's legs and gently probed around our union.
I felt my blood-gorged and swollen labia. I followed
the folds inward and touched upon his sheath all
bunched up against my lips. Probing further I felt
where his shaft came out of the sheath to where it was
buried in my quim. I followed it up to his knot stuck
tightly in the mouth of my hole. I could feel the
wetness of some of his sperm seeping out from around
the knot and running down my crotch.
I rolled my hips around to help undulate his slippery
red tool around in my cunny. I had discovered some
time ago that even after he was spent, if I could
gently grasp his penis at its base, through the
sheath, I could get him to keep humping. He did. With
his renewed humping and my clit frigging I brought
another orgasm within range. His thrusting was
sloshing around that pool of sperm he left in me and I
came again. I let Max rest while I continued to work
my clit.
When he stirred again it was to let go of my hips and
plant both of his forelegs to my side. He tried to
climb over with his hind legs but his knot was stuck
in me and all he could do was throw one leg over my
belly, we were locked together until his mating was
complete. I lowered my thigh and rolled slightly on to
my side to accommodate him. He stood like that whining
for a while as my cunny continued to chew on his root.
He was stuck good too, I could swivel my hips around
and tug him all over the place. I just kept humping,
frigging, and cumming.
The swelling in his dick eventually went down enough
he could pull free and with a loud, slurpy sucking
sound my vagina let go of him. He dragged his soggy,
bloated, ravaged appendage over my thigh and staggered
away to tend to it. With a gush, all that fluid he
left in me spilled out to puddle on the floor. A
vagina's reward for successfully entertaining a penis.
I raked my fingers over it as it issued to rub its
sticky wetness all over my sex. I plunged two fingers
in as deep as they would go and frigged at myself like
I was possessed. Max licked himself until his penis
retracted back in to his body and then cleaned off the
whole area before he came back between my legs to
check on the damages he inflicted. I pulled my hands
away in invitation and he stepped forward and began to
clean me up.
Instinct makes dogs very thorough when it comes to
mating. Within a minute or two he jumped up on me for
another mount. His hood protruded more and hung down
lower, which helped his aim considerably. He had
worked out all the bugs this time; his penis slipped
straight in on the first stroke. As quick as that he
was in full attack mode and my vagina was being
treated to another round of that penis' sweet comfort.
This time I hooked my hands under my knees, pulled
them back toward my shoulders and laid back to help
him get good and deep. I encircled his bucking hips
with my feet and wrapped my hands around his shoulders
to make our embrace complete. If at all possible his
penis seemed to be bigger the second time. As it
churned back and forth in me it felt like they fit so
well together (we were both amply satisfied anyway).
His humping was more furious and aggressive the second
time as he grunted and growled.
I was in every sense getting ravaged by a real animal.
I could hear the obscene slapping sound of his
haunches and balls against my crotch echoing through
the room and my chain of orgasms started again right
where they left off. They weren't just triggered from
the physical sensations of our coupling but from the
psychological realization of what we were engaged in
as well.
Vagina and penis were united in form and function the
way nature had intended them to unite but in a union
nature had never designed. Vagina, freely offered,
received and stimulated its penile guest. Induced by
the amply suited vagina's offering the penis issued
forth its sperm to its host. Duly prompted, the cervix
greedily drank from the copious fund of pooled semen
deposited by the penis into a waiting uterus. All of
this so that dutiful but bewildered dog sperm could
seek out and vainly attempt to penetrate a stubbornly
restrictive human ovum. Nonetheless, my vagina was
making good use of this perverse twist of the laws of
nature providing generous haven for its canine
intruder while extracting pleasure from the penis'
presence. I felt like a pioneer, riding my body into a
strange uncharted extreme of my sexuality.
As he approached his crisis, he pressed his hips
against me as tight as he could and his hind feet left
the floor to dig and scratch around my butt. Again, he
tensed and fell into a stillness as he whined and
dribbled another load of his ejaculate into me. Again,
my puss drank everything his cock spat out. Again, he
pulled his swollen tool out of me and hauled it away
to tend to it and prepare it for another use as I
resumed my work in his absence.
We copulated a total of five times that night. For the
fifth one we used our old reliable method. I let him
have me “doggy-style”. I lay on my stomach, lifted my
hips to raise puss to the right height to meet his
poker, spread wide to give him room to get in tight,
and kept my hands free to guide him in or get him
motivated. He seemed to like that better, it was more
natural for him (did I just say natural?). He had a
better angle of attack, fewer obstructions and my ass
gave him a better perch to hang on to.
As for me, he lasted longer, fucked harder, and got in
me a lot deeper. Best of all, it allowed me room for
plenty of self-help. When he was finished he just
collapsed and drooped over my butt while he came. He
seemed content to just relax and rest on my tush. His
doggy cock wasn’t relaxed, though. He was still hard
and his knot held him in place for quite a while. I
fingered myself frantically through a long string of
climaxes while he leisurely enjoyed my cunt. We had,
by the conclusion of the evening, I believe, perfected
our relations.
After that I was so weak and unsteady I had to crawl
into the bathroom to take a shower. I slept like a
rock with Max curled up at my feet. The next morning
Laurie was at my door with apologies and kisses. We
had our romantic weekend and it was beautiful. Of
course I had to keep Max away, she would have freaked
at something like that. She did ask about the
scratches on my hips and butt, which was hard to
explain. Max could have me later. What more can I say,
dogs, like girls, have been a regular part of my life
ever since.
Continued in part 4...
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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