Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Sylvia's Confession (F, bes, ws)
Date: 25 Nov 1995 02:20:38 GMT

			 Sylvia's Confession

	My greatest sexual joys are derived through practices which
society labels `abnormal` and I'm sure in some cases illegal. However,
I am what I am. I don't feel bad about what I do, I've never hurt
anyone and I know I've brought a lot of joy. I am sure there are
others who share my interests, I am merely looking for a chance to
talk with you.

	I know this letter isn't very `hot' yet. It is just that I am
very scared. If I was ever identified as the person who wrote this
letter, I would be ruined. But as they say nothing ventured, nothing
gained.

	Here is a little about myself (only my name is changed):

	You can call me Sylvia. I am thirty-two years old and stand
five foot two and weigh ninety-seven pounds. I have brown hair, and
brown eyes. While my measurements are not spectacular, I have always
been proud of my body. My tits are neither large nor small, my waist
is thin and my ass is probably my best feature. I am also very proud
of my pussy.

	Sometimes, like now, I think I let my cunt run my life. Anyway
I entered puberty rather late, I didn't have any pubic hair until I
was fifteen (although I was already quite sexually active at that
time).

	When I did start to grow a bush, I didn't like the way the
hair hid the lips of my pussy. My Aunt Megan (who I'll tell you about
later) agreed and helped me shave it. With very very few exceptions, I
have shaved my cunt every day for the past seventeen years. It is a
marvelous feeling to sit in a business meeting, acting like a mature
adult and know that under my skirt I look like a school girl. I know
that a hairless cunt doesn't make me a pervert, I have known about a
dozen women over the years who follow this practice, some I like to
think shave because they like the way my pussy looked.

	I know that I better make this letter a little more intriguing
or no one will bother to read it. Here are a few of my pastimes that I
hope to be discussing in this forum. I am bisexual and find I get much
greater pleasure from young women than I do with anyone else. Again, I
know this is no big deal. I know many successful women and men who
openly admit they are bisexual or gay. However, when I say young
girls, I do mean young. I fantasize about sex with preteen girls. I am
sure this stems from my early experiences with my Aunt Megan.

	While some of my classmates and I used to `fool around' after
school, I've never have done anything more than think about it since
I've been an adult. I have no intention of ever living out this
fantasy.

	While sex is important, it is not worth going to jail over. I
also believe that a lot of children are marred by ugly experiences
with sex during their youth. Maybe my early sexual experiences have
made me what I am today, but I know I enjoyed them and I don't feel at
all that I was taken advantage of. Admitting a fantasy was easy, this
next confession won't be.

	(I haven't typed anything for the past ten minutes, I not sure
I can type this. Absolutely no human being, except myself knows this)

	Well, the truth of the matter is that I have sex with animals.
Not every day, not to the exclusion of human sex, it's not even the
best sex I have, but I enjoy it and I do it every once in a while. I
know that people have been having sex with animals for centuries. I
know people read about it, which means people write about it. I've
seen films of it and heard about live shows in Europe.

	But I've never talked to another woman who actually said she
had done it or even wanted to. If I get only one response to the
letter, I pray it will be from a female who will tell me that she has
been fucked by her poodle and that she enjoyed it.

	To break the ice, I will give a brief description of my
experiences with Bestiality (see they even have a word for it, other
people must to it.) The first time was just two years ago. I had
returned from a date (yes with a man, I date and sleep with and enjoy
men too). I had been wined and dined, beautifully fucked and I was
feeling absolutely marvelous. I was a little disappointed that my
friend had to catch a flight later that night and wouldn't be spending
the night.

	After giving him one last blow job for the road, I decided to
pamper myself a little. I took a long luxurious bath. Thinking about
the evening got me excited and I am not one to let myself be
frustrated. I used the shower massage to bring myself to two more
outstanding climaxes, before climbing out and drying off. I admired
myself in the mirror, good sex puts a glow on a woman's face that
makeup just can't duplicate. I climbed into bed with a juicy novel
that had arrived in the mail that morning.

	The book was called, `Camp Waterford Girls' and having read
other books by the same author, I had high hopes. She always wrote
about young girls, and made their experiences sound fun, exciting and
very titillating. That line about judging a book by its cover is very
true of pornography. Most of the people who write them seem to just
write until enough words are down on paper. I still read them, because
I can usually find a situation described that will get my imagination
going.

	But this one author Karen Andrews, I'm sure is as excited when
she writes her books as I get when I read them. I have no doubt that
Karen is a woman, not just a pen name for some guy. And I also know
that Karen is putting her own experiences and fantasies into her
books. She always writes about youngsters first experiences. The way
she develops her characters you know that she cares about them. She
understands the turmoil that the adults go through during their
`immoral' relationships. The children in her books are always happy
and consider themselves very lucky to be getting in on the action.
They are never forced into anything, they are the ones that push for
new and more daring encounters with their elders.

	To many, that may sound like a far fetched plot, but I lived
it and I know there are others who have too. Usually Ms. Andrews books
deal with incest, mothers and sons and daughters and aunts. It is
almost always a woman who sees that nobody is being forced, and she is
usually the one who goes along reluctantly with the others. Another
common theme in her books is golden showers (I know there is a
technical term for that, but I just can't think of it. Anyway, who
wants to be clinical, people piss on each other in these books.) Now,
I'm not one to throw stones, I am well aware that a lot of people
would call me sick if they knew some of the things that turn me on,
but urine was something that I had never considered as sexy. Many of
Karen's books have a short peeing scene near the end of the manuscript
and she kind of leaves it up to the reader to determine where it goes.

	But she has written several books, devoted entirely around the
subject. I received, `Golden Shower Aunt' (I'm sure Karen doesn't get
to pick her own titles) shortly after discovering her writing talents,
when I had just ordered everything she had authored, from a catalogue.

	By page twelve, the heroine of the novel, Aunt Lilly, was
lying in the bath tub while her nephew, Michael aimed the yellow
stream gushing from his cock over his Aunt's tits. I know I don't do
that passage justice, that's because I don't get off on it, but it is
obvious that Karen Andrews does. I know that Karen would love to have
her own nephew or niece empty their bladder all over her body. She
portrays her genuine desire for her fetish into her characters. By the
end of the book, I was hoping for more peeing scenes, I urged Michael
along with his Aunt to move the stream up to her face, and before I
read the words, I knew she was going to part her lips so the boy could
pee in her mouth. I could also tell that Michael knew how much
pleasure he was giving Lilly, and because he was so innocent and
didn't have everyone else's ideas of right and wrong to base his
opinions on he felt no guilt about what he was doing.

	Lilly was reluctant all through the book to let Michael be on
the receiving end. In the final chapter, she yields a little and
squats over the toilet with her legs spread wide and holds the lips of
her cunt open so that Michael could watch her pee. The very final
scene has the boy reach out and place his hand into the stream. Karen
Andrew's fine writing in that story had me hotter than any of the
other books I'd read that weekend.

	While the others dealt with subjects that always got me
excited, this one, I knew was the topic that got her most excited. I
placed the book down and went to the bathroom.

	Karen Andrews has been like a soul sister to me. I knew that
she had the skill to be writing `fine' fiction. I also knew that she
had to have a way to express her desires. Her fantasies like my own,
aren't topics that can be discussed at the bridge club, or the beauty
salon. Karen has to write about it in the hopes that someone would
understand.

	While I still don't dream about pissing on someone, or having
someone do it to me, I know that if something in my past had been
different I might.

	I didn't feel foolish or dirty as I stood in the bathtub that
Sunday night with my hand cupping my pussy while I peed. As I watched
the golden fluid run between my fingers and felt its warmth run down
my legs, I wished that Karen Andrews could see me, or at least know
that I understood. I felt as if somehow she did know, I lifted my hand
to my face, intending only to examine the fluid covering it, but it
seemed only natural to place a finger between my lips and lick it
clean. It would be nice if Karen is a member of this BBS. I know that
is a long shot, but if we can just discuss our feelings openly,
perhaps we can feel a little less alone.

	Several hours ago, I started to tell you how I started having
sex with animals. Remember I mentioned another book by Ms. Andrews,
`Camp Waterford Girls'. Well I got off on a tangent again and before I
got around the dog fucking, I admitted to peeing on myself and tasting
my own urine.

	The camp book was just my kind of story, an all girl camp with
a bunch of curious campers and a staff of willing counselors. The
writing was, as usual, superb and I was imagining myself as the head
counselor who would have to reprimand the girls. Just as I was sure
the girls were about to get in trouble, one of the campers spots Miss
Aaron in the barn with a doberman's cock between her lips.

	Well to make a long story short, the girls get a bunch of
photos of Miss Aaron fucking and sucking not only the dog, but a horse
as well. They all agree that nobody really needs to know all the
details of the summer. Several of the girls convinced Miss Aaron to
loan the the watch dog in exchange for the services of the pool man.
The descriptions of the campers first experiences with the dog were
really divine. One girl guiding the animal's cock into her friend's
cunt.

	Almost on cue, Weston, my German Shepard pushed the bedroom
door open with his nose. He just sat at the foot of the bed looking at
me with the saddest eyes. It had never occurred to me during the years
I'd owned Weston that he could be anything other than a companion.

	When I was young I'd had several dogs. I've loved all my dogs,
but the most affection that ever transpired was a pat on the head for
them or a lick on the face for me. The book I had just placed under my
pillow had given me another idea.

	Weston took to licking my cunt as if he had been bred for
nothing else. You have no idea (maybe some of you do) what it feels
like to have six inches of puppy tongue inside you, while a leathery
nose works your clit. I lost count of my orgasms that first night, but
the more I came the more Weston licked. I'd seen Weston's cock before,
I'd seen him erect at times when he licked his own balls. It hadn't
bothered me, but it certainly hadn't excited me either. That night was
different though. His cock was bigger then I'd ever seen it, bigger
than any cock I'd ever seen. And it was big because of me. I was
flattered.

	I had to push the dog's head away and clamp my legs together
to get him to stop licking. I got down on the floor with him and gave
him a big hug while telling him what a good dog he was. I wasn't about
to let the poor animal suffer after all the pleasure he'd given me, so
I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

	As soon as I touched him I knew It wouldn't be the last time I
fool around with him. There was a tremendous feeling of power in his
member, it made me feel secure and content in a way to be holding it.

	Weston leaned his head against my shoulder as I started to
work my hand up and down his shaft. I realized that I was talking to
him as if I was talking to a man, trying to get him turned on. I felt
a little silly telling a dog how big his cock was and how much I
wanted him to come. What's was funny I realized, was when I said those
things to a man I was trying to tell him what I thought he wanted to
hear.

	But as I sat there on the floor jerking off my dog, the words
just flowed out of my mouth. At that moment, all I wanted was for
Weston to come. It was one of the most erotic moments of my life. I
wasn't trying to impress anyone, I wasn't worried about saying the
wrong thing. All that mattered was meeting Weston's need for release.

	Release he did, his cock was aimed right at my chest. They
force with which his jizm hit me was remarkable. More amazing was how
much of it there was. I sat there still stroking the dog's cock and
stared at my tits which were coated with cum. The aroma of his jizm
was very different from a man's. I scooped a big drop that was hanging
on my nipple and placed it on my tongue. That one big glob was about
the volume that most men squirt, but there was at least fifteen or
twenty times more still dripping down my body.

	I realized that I had swallowed what I'd had in my mouth and
reached down with three fingers to scoop up some more. Weston sat back
and watched me lick his jizm from my fingers. It had a unique flavor.
Unlike a man's cum which is a little salty and acrid, Weston's is
nutty and slightly sweet. I've since learned that all dog's cum has
that flavor. Also the texture is different, much thicker. If it had
been a man who'd just splattered me with cum and was sitting there
watching me, I'd be very self conscious about scooping up his juice
and eating it. If I did do it, I would very careful to put on a little
show for him.

	But Weston could care less, I was eating his cum because I
wanted to.

	After that first experience with Weston it was almost a month
before anything else happened. I guess I was feeling a little abnormal
and trying not to think about what had happened. The second time was
all the dog's idea. I was sitting at the kitchen table, I didn't even
know Weston was lying under it. It only took two licks for me to
remember how good his tongue was. My legs opened wide and I scooted my
ass to the end of the chair. As I felt his tongue run from my asshole
to my clit and back over and over, I knew this wouldn't be the last
time.

	I ordered several videotapes that sounded like they dealt with
dog sex. Only one actually showed a girl having sex with her dog. The
girl was cute and seemed to really enjoy herself with the dog. The dog
was much smaller than Weston and I knew the positions she was using
weren't going to work with a dog almost as big as myself. It was
fairly easy to teach Weston to stand with his front paws on the seat
of the couch, while I sat on the floor between his rear legs. Weston
would stand there for twenty minutes or half an hour pumping his tool
in and out of my mouth while I reached behind him and massaged his
huge balls. He never gives any warning before he comes. Just all of a
sudden a river of cum shoots out, floods my mouth and throat and
overflow from between my lips and runs down my chest.

	While I struggle to swallow as much as I can, I scoop up the
run-off and massage it into my tits and my cunt.

	Once I'd mastered doggy-blow jobs, it took about a week to
find a position that allowed him to slip his cock into my hairless
cunt. I had to set the ironing board about eight inches off the ground
and lie on it with my pussy and ass hanging off the small end you
normally use to iron collars.

	At first it was extremely awkward, I would reach behind myself
and guide him in with one hand while my other hand had to stay on the
floor to keep us from tumbling over. I guess I'm built differently
from a German Shepard bitch, because Weston kept slipping out and I'd
have to help him back in. However, once he was in and got three or
four good pumps, we were locked together for the duration.

	When a dog gets a full erection there is a bulb just below the
head that expands. I've read that this keeps the bitch from running
away while the mating is taking place. I've had some rather large
objects inside my cunt, and I can ease myself off of Weston's prick,
but I also have good muscle control and when I bear down there is no
way he will slip out.

	It didn't take long for Weston to get used to the setup and
adjust to the angle. By the end of a week on the ironing board (with
only falling off once) the dog was used to the angle of my vagina and
could guide himself in after one or two stabs. I was dying to watch
myself being fucked by Weston. I had started watching in a mirror when
I sucked him off. It's quit a turn on to watch his cock work between
my lips and several times I've come from watching the flood of cum
being forced back out my lips as my mouth overflows. We moved our
sessions from the living room to the bedroom, where with a rather
elaborate set up of mirrors, I could sometimes catch a glimpse of
Weston stuffing himself into my box.

	The solution didn't come for several months, and it was Weston
who figured it out. I had just finished exercising and was spread
eagled on the floor. Apparently Weston was in the mood, because all of
a sudden he was on top of me stabbing his cock against me. The dog
wasn't about to let me up, so I bunched my exercise mat under my hips
and pulled the crotch of my leotard to the side. I was a little too
low for him, but he wanted it really bad. He struggled through,
crouching the whole time.

	I bought some heavy foam rubber and with my rather limited
sewing skills, I made a little `love couch'. That was much better, but
not perfect. It has been redesigned three times since, but it is
perfect. Weston placed his front paws on either side of my tits, my
pussy is at the same level as his cock and I have headrest which gives
me a great view of my cunt.

	While I don't have a regular schedule for fucking my dog, I'm
sure it isn't something I will outgrow. Sometimes we'll go a month
without even a lick under my dress. Yesterday I sucked him off in the
morning and he fucked my cunt for nearly an hour in the afternoon. I
pretty much leave it up to Weston. He lets me know when he's ready and
what he wants.

	Besides my own dog, I've had several others. Most have
belonged to friends and I offer to care for their pets while they are
away. They usually aren't around long enough to learn all the tricks
that Weston has picked up. There is a Golden Retriever who stays with
us about three times a year. It is quite a thrill for me to have one
dog shoot in my mouth while another's tongue works on my cunt and ass.

	I once let a stray cat lick my clit. It was a very unusual
feeling. However, I had to put some honey on it and the cat lost
interest as soon as it was gone. I've heard of women having sex with
horses, ponies and bulls. This doesn't sound like something I'd want
to try alone.

	I really think I've gone on long enough for my first entry. I
hope I can figure out to upload this now. If I make it, I hope I will
get some response. I would like to hear from other women who enjoy
some of the same things I do (women/girls, animals, pornography) or
different things. It is just that sometimes I wonder if there are any
other females who think about sex and fetishes the way I do. If anyone
needs any more info about my experiences to help feel more at ease
with themselves, I will be happy to help if I can.

	There is a lot more to tell about myself. I would be
interested to compare notes on first experiences to see how they shape
our lives.

	I also hope to hear from men. I wonder how men feel about a
woman with all the sex secrets I have. I don't doubt that many men
would like to watch me and Weston, but I'm afraid if I ever told one
of my men friends they would think of me as a `dog fucker' from then
on. I've been told by many men that my hairless cunt is a turn on. I
assume that is because it's like looking at a young girl. How would
you feel about a woman turned on by the same?

	Hugs & Kisses

	and thank you for listening :