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Violett - 4
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 4: I Get Ganged
At the age of nineteen I left home for college and I
really went out of control. I came out of the closet
and immersed myself in the lesbian community. I was a
big hit. There was a small lesbian tavern close to
campus where I used to hang out. I was under age but I
never drank anything so the management let me hang
around.
One of my first lovers there used to call me Angel, it
caught on and to this day I still have old friends
that call me Angel. I was real popular too - women
even fought over me. It was a smorgasbord of sex and I
took full advantage of it for some of the wildest
times of my life. I could not get enough. I had
practically everything imaginable shoved up my puss. I
remember a time with one of my lovers; we were in her
apartment enjoying some intense thigh riding and she
stopped and asked if I want to really fly.
She went into the bathroom and came back with some
white powder in a baggie. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t
talcum powder. She told me to relax and something
incredible would happen. Man, did it ever. She smeared
a bunch of the powder on her tongue and then went down
on me. I was soon overtaken by orgasms that I thought
were going to kill me. I lapsed into a semi-conscious
state that was almost like a roller coaster nightmare.
I don't know how long it lasted but I came out of it
with my lover shaking me and someone pounding on the
door.
I noticed I was screaming and my lover was babbling at
me completely incoherently. Her face was too numb to
talk and she needed me to persuade her frantic
neighbor at the door that we were all right. Oh sure,
I can laugh about it now but at the time it was a
scary experience.
I was always hungry for more and it led me into some
strange territory. One night, after being jilted by a
beautiful sorority sister who said she would love me
forever, I decided to give myself to a bunch of men.
In my grieving mind I sought to punish her by
befouling the body she would take for granted. When
you’re broken hearted, self-destruction makes a lot of
sense. So I oiled up, tied my hair back in a tight
bun, put on a pair of horned rim glasses, put on a
plain dress with nothing on underneath and I went to a
porn theater.
It was dark there and it had plenty of horny guys. I
took a seat in the very back row and started watching
the movie. I had a third degree black belt and I
wasn't too afraid of anything. The thought of being
there for what I intended to do was more erotic to me
than what was happening on the screen (by the way,
those girl-on-girl scenes are so contrived).
My presence was making the other patrons pretty
nervous but some of them just watched me. I slid down
in the seat, pulled up my dress and started to twiddle
myself. A guy sitting in my row got up and came over
to watch, finally asking me flat out if he could fuck
that for me. I said yes, but no kissing (that would
be sick). He knelt between my legs, unceremoniously
entered me and went to work.
He didn't last more than fifty strokes before he got
off in me and by then we had a crowd around us. I
became an amusement park ride. I took them between my
thighs one after another and let them use my
womanhood. They were mostly fat, old men who were just
happy to have a natural, free sexual outlet. Some of
them were younger and tried to either impress me or
make the most out of the situation by hogging my pussy
for a marathon fuck. One guy just liked to rub his
dick on my thigh as I was being serviced.
There was this one man, though, with a short penis
that had a huge cock-head like a big mushroom that I
wouldn't have minded seeing again. He was in his
forties, gentle, polite, smelled good and the big head
on his dick was rubbing me in just the right places.
He worked real slow and talked to me while we fucked,
saying intoxicatingly erotic (not dirty) things that
really made me hot.
I found myself lightly stroking his balls and just
enjoying his cock. He pulled out and I held his weird
shaped dick in my cupped hands as he came, smearing it
all over him and me. I kept him close by and he
whispered to me while the other guys took their turns.
I worked him with my hand to make him ready for more
and he gave me more. I lost him in the shuffle after
his third ride and never saw him again.
What got me off wasn't the sex so much but rather how
slutty I was and, ironically, the power I had over
those men. I think they would have killed for me if
I’d asked them to. I had my rules and they all helped
me enforce them: no kissing, keep your hands off my
tits, cum only in or on my puss. It was far from
romantic, I served them each quietly and for the most
part unresponsively like a blow up sex toy until my
cunt was too sore to use.
By then there was a puddle of sperm on the seat and
the floor in front of me. My pussy was soaked in it,
it was running out of me like a festering wound. The
hard part was getting out of there and to my car
without them all following me, they all wanted to
secure a future meeting or get some special favor. I
declared it was time to go, pushed my way through
them, and walked out to the lobby holding my skirt up
out of the mess.
The guy at the ticket counter gave me the strangest
look as I stood there with my knees apart to let the
last glob drain out, then smoothed down my dress and
walked away. Luckily, I didn't get pregnant, however
one of them gave me, and for that matter all of us,
chlamydia. From a lesbian's standpoint it was pretty
disgusting but the erotic notion of being the center
of a small sexual universe and the target of so much
raw lust was enough to give me plenty of masturbatory
fuel for thought in the months that followed.
I was still finding excitement from woman's best
friend, too. My most daring in those days was with a
neighbor's cocker spaniels. The neighbor lived in a
house directly behind my apartment building. They were
a pair of males, always perky and playful. I would
reach over the fence and pet them when I went to my
car, they were always so happy to see me. One day I
looked over into their yard and noticed one of them
humping the other. Of course his partner would have
none of that but it made me feel kind of sad for them
that they weren't getting any. Seeing it kind of made
me horny and it gave me the idea to offer myself as a
sexual surrogate.
The idea turned me on immensely as I lay awake that
night and planned it. I would need to go late at night
so that I wouldn't get caught. I would have to wear
black so that I couldn't be seen. And we would have to
work quickly and quietly so as not to alert the
neighbors or the boys in the frat house next door to
them. The danger of it added an extra element of
excitement I could not resist. I needed a moonless
weeknight, and my long sleeve black dress with the
wide skirt, and a pair of my old, dark, opaque tights
with an access hole cut appropriately in the crotch.
I had everything ready on an ideal occasion and I took
an afternoon nap in preparation. I was so excited that
night I couldn't stop shivering. They barked at me as
I crossed the parking lot but I reached over the fence
so they could identify my scent and they calmed down.
I climbed over the fence and stood in front of them as
they leapt all over me joyously welcoming me with
licks and whines. I had scoped out a clean, dark,
secluded spot in the corner of the yard behind a
mulberry bush as the perfect spot for our tryst and I
led the dogs over to it.
I knelt down on my knees and then sat back on my
haunches. Of course they jumped on to my lap and
started to lick my face. We needed to get to business.
I pulled up my skirt and dipped my fingers into the
copious musk sweating from my labia and smeared it all
over my pubes. I held my hand up to the dogs to
entice them. They got a whiff and started sniffing
around to see where there was more of that stuff. I
just held my dress up and carefully scanned the area
as they homed in on my puss. At first they just
tentatively sniffed at it but one of them snaked out
his tongue and the other followed suit. Once they got
started there was practically nothing that would stop
them. They were pushing and nudging each other to get
a better vantage like two pigs fighting over last tit.
It was heaven for me and I climaxed almost
immediately. One deft dog tongue can do wonders but
two are incredible.
My labia were puffed out further than I could ever
remember them and those tongues tugging and gliding
over them was almost too much to bear. They probed in
between them too and not only found my vagina but my
swollen clit as well. I knelt there in the darkness
holding up my dress to feed my brood their musk feast.
I felt like the filthiest slut on earth and I could
have just gone on with their lapping alone until I
swooned from weakness but I was there on a mission and
it was time to set it in motion.
Taking one last careful scan around the area, I pushed
them aside and leaned forward onto my elbows. I knew
my boys were short so I would have to spread my knees
wide to keep my quim low enough for them to reach. I
gathered up my skirt and pulled it over my butt but
kept it bunched up around my waist so their dewclaws
wouldn't scratch me. I was set, now it was up to them
to take the initiative.
At first they were confused, they just scampered
around me as though they were waiting for me to do
something. They eventually remembered where the cookie
jar was and started back on their licking. This time
they were really digging into my vagina and even my
butt hole. They kept at it for quite a while and I was
starting to get discouraged when I remembered one way
to get my dog started at wrestling and climbing on me
was to move around.
I started twisting my butt back and forth and gyrating
my hips, bumping them back or pushing them away. They
started getting aggressive, growling and mouthing my
hips playfully. Finally, one of them jumped up on my
ass from the side and started humping my hip.
Excellent, I could work with that.
He thrust at me as his feet jumped all over. He ground
his pelvis against my extended thigh and found some
promising resistance with his pecker. He launched into
full tilt fuck mode as his rigid little dog meat
peeked outside his hood, stabbed its way into the open
and started sliding wetly along my smooth, hosed leg.
His buddy noticed there was fun to be had with this
strange bitch and he mounted my other thigh and
started his hump.
There is something about the eroticism of their paws
embracing me and their bow-backed, hip-thrusting dog-
hump that always gets to me. The mere thought of them
pumping those slick, pink fingers of fuck-tool near my
naked snatch had me ready to come all by itself.
After forty or fifty strokes the first dog slid off
and proceeded to lick the wet spot he left on my
thigh. Meanwhile, the second dog, obviously endowed
with some form of canine scientific curiosity, had put
two and two together and reasoned that humping
combined with that musky hole between my legs would
yield more furtive results.
His feet jumped and shuffled their way over my calf as
he alternated his grip on my butt and he was
progressing toward the silky gates. He was nothing if
not diligent. In my experience with dogs, if they
don't nestle themselves in something snug after a
couple dozen pumps, they give up but this guy seemed
to know what he wanted. Nature was telling him it was
time to make some puppies.
As his poker was jabbing into my ass cheek I knew I
had the right height and angle for a successful
coupling but I needed to line him up for takeoff.
Resting my shoulders on the ground, I reached between
my thighs with both hands and pulled his humping
pelvis into position. That was all it took as my
bloated labia did the rest and guided him home like a
funnel. His thrusting weapon plunged into me and a new
demeanor all at once seized him. His front legs
encircled my waist and his paws pressed into the tops
of my thighs. His chest pressed down over my butt to
give him leverage. His humping took on a fierce
urgency as with one extra push his doggy cock slid all
the way out of his sheath and into me, knot and all.
I moaned with delight as my 'gina tasted penis again
for the first time in months. He felt like he was in a
good five inches and that hard little knot of his was
sliding back and forth deliciously in my most
sensitive stretch of cunt, the first two inches. I
held still and wondered how big he would get as my
next orgasm consumed me. He didn't get much bigger.
His penis grew to maybe six inches but didn't swell up
fat quite like other dog-lovers I had had.
His dick didn't assume that squishiness like my others
did either, it stayed a rigid poking and plunging tool
that threatened but never poked my uterus. His knot
expanded to about the size and shape of two peach
pits. Since it didn't swell to lodge itself firmly, it
was free to glide in and out of me and I thought I
liked that even better.
The wet, sloshy sound of his knot popping in and out
of my puffy labia was making a telltale broadcast of
our act but the loud rock and roll from the frat house
was working well to mask it. His fellow was circling
us and whining with excited anticipation like a child
wanting his turn. We were understandably oblivious to
him as my suitor and I were lost in our secluded
rapture. There is, I think, a special transaction that
takes place when two sentient beings are joined in
sexual intercourse. A penis inserted into the body of
another acts like an interface plug that connects the
psyches of both creatures and allows them to
communicate in a private language of pleasure. Sorry,
that's just the programmer in me talking.
My arms still lay limply on the ground between my
knees as I lightly stroked his hairy legs. He was an
excitingly energetic lover and I was enjoying his
effort immensely but a frantic pace told me he was
about to squirt. His thrusting became disjoint and
seemingly lost its entire conscious objective until
one particular blind thrust dislodged his slick dick
from my twat entirely and it flailed aimlessly beneath
my open puss. I felt his cock poking against my tummy
and the warm sensation of his shooting sperm soaking
through the pantyhose and over my skin.
He climbed over my ass and stood beside me still as a
statue with his weapon hanging out and squirting in
the breeze, obviously enjoying the orgasm I had just
given him as my suddenly abandoned crotch ached for
attention.
It didn't ache for long, the other dog, who had
learned a lot from watching his pal, mounted me and
was in perfect position like a natural born woman-
fucker. As he thrust, the mouth of my sex sought out
his delving appendage and swallowed him into my body.
A dog cock is such a fantastic thing to be fucked
with. It’s hard in all the right places, it has a
wonderfully pliant and smooth texture that rubs a
cunny just right, it’s warmer than human body
temperature, it plunges in and out so quickly, it
throbs so nicely when it’s still, and it’s always
ready for another round in just minutes. Best of all,
it doesn’t have a bothersome guy attached to it.
Doggy two’s penis was identical to his companion and
so was his method. He planted himself deep, he set
his rhythm, he swelled to occupy me, and I knew as I
concentrated on his presence in me that when his
mating was finished his fellow would replace him and
then back again and I would have a long succession of
mounts.
His knot drummed on my g-spot and his soft, pointy tip
tickled at my cervix. My lucky cunt was getting a real
treat. I could feel a long sequence of orgasms
approaching me; I relaxed and fell into my dream-like
surrender. I submitted to my body, to my pleasures, to
the night, and to my two frisky canine lovers. A
healthy sized climax seized me and I was filled with a
passion to embrace the entire world and share my body
with it.
The idle spaniel, now finished with his ejaculation
and his post-coital penile hygiene, came sniffing
around my face. He started licking me and I was
overcome with an urge to share a deep kiss with the
benefactor of my bliss, so I opened my mouth and held
out my tongue and let his rapid lapping engulf my
mouth.
I at once felt so in touch with both of them, one with
his penis planted busily in my muff and the other with
his tongue delicately crossing my own within my mouth.
I was over the edge and cumming in rapid succession
now. Any one stumbling over us would have witnessed
the complete rapture of a woman and the state I was in
left me completely defenseless and guileless to do
anything more than sprawl on the ground in a delirious
stupor.
My lover on top let out a hoarse whine and I could
feel a warmth spread around my cervix as he slowly
spent himself in me. His hind legs lost contact with
the ground as he stepped forward to meld his pelvis as
tightly as he could to my crotch. His feet came
completely off the ground and dangled beneath my hips
but luckily his grip on my waist was so firm he did
not slide off.
I encircled his hips with my hands to hold him in
place and he reciprocated by tucking his legs under my
thighs and over my belly. He was wrapped around my
cunt like a piggy-back ride and passing me his seed
while my gig popped and churned around his doggy cock.
We clung together like that for about three minutes as
our tender organs did sweet things to each other.
He eventually kicked free, climbed down, pulled out,
and staggered off to attend to his afflicted member
and then doggy one hopped on me to take his place. Our
second mating was more thorough and lengthy. As he
smacked his hairy pelvis against my butt his friend
came up from behind to investigate our union up close.
My server's exertions were pushing a great deal of
deposited semen from my vagina and when the other
found it he began lapping at it and my exposed labia
and clitoris. That was shear delight, at that point a
news crew with floodlights and video cameras could
have descended on us and I would not have cared. His
tongue darted out rapidly to soak up the product of
his pal and my union. That quick lapping centered
mostly on my cunt opening and the base of the
thrusting prick clasped within but frequently strayed
beyond to capture what had escaped and whenever he
found my clitty I was ecstatic.
I had to be careful not to start squealing as my
orgasms took on whole new dimensions. When his tongue
left my clit I dug my fingers in to take its place. My
lucky pussy was then the focal point for eight
fingers, one tongue and a pumping pecker all of them
compounding such sexual joy in me I thought I might
lose my sanity.
This time dog one stayed inside me for his
ejaculation, which enhanced the intimacy for me and
prolonged the incentive of his friend's lapping. His
feet hopped and danced between my thighs in the throes
of his cumming. I was glad to give it to him and I
came with him feeling his throbbing dick and that very
warm deposit he was making in me. When he had
thoroughly finished, he dismounted and dog two
hungrily cleaned me up before his second mount. He
sprang up to my crotch and in a smooth jerk of his
hips married his genitals into mine and we again
mingled our fluids deep within my birth canal.
And so went our orgy; fuck after fuck. I remember at
one point while receiving a frantic skewering I needed
to pee and rather than interrupt the party I just let
it go. I squirted him as he squirted me. The stream
shot out straight behind me and splattered off his
dangling testicles. It dripped from our enjoined
crotches as he continued his rut undeterred. It was
the perfect complement to the dirty event happening
down there. The act melded in with how sensuously
wanton I was feeling, fueling the fire of animal lust
within me, and melting us all into a common pool of
abandoned depravity. I was a dog slut being chain
fucked by a tag team of sexual demons; damnation had
consumed me.
I honestly don't know how long it went on that night
or how many times I was bred. It all felt like one
long, seamless coupling. I finally gained my senses
when my fuck-buddies were too tired to mount me again.
When I got up there was a wet spot on the ground under
my puss and my pantyhose were soaked in the front and
down the insides of both thighs. With some effort I
got back over the fence and up to my apartment.
I went straight to bed curled up in a ball with a hand
cupped over my soggy snatch. In the sobering light of
day I felt kind of sick and guilty about what I did
but that didn't last too long. Lust overtook me and I
was soon planning another venture over that fence. For
most of a year I made good use of those spaniels or at
least I let them make good use of me.
Continued in part 5...
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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