Story Code: M/f, f/Dog, Public Sex, Beast

    After that night near the lake with shy John and his sexy licking Irish setter dog I realized I was the one who was shy. I found John appealing with his very understated way and when we were finally in his back seat of his car he insisted that I enjoy his Irish setter but on the way back I wondered about how my body had taken charge of the scene.

    I told myself it would never happen again and then there was that voice in my head arguing with my body and telling me to just let things happen; that we were very alone on a country road and it was our secret. We all knew I was not that kind of girl and what, exactly kind of girl was I then? I was young, still keeping track as my breasts were growing and I was getting larger bras.

    I was proud of myself with my classmates and was what I call advanced and more mature but boys! I didn't know what to do with them, how to handle them or their "oohs" and wise remarks about my nice rack or ask about my cup size or other vulgar remarks they would make, but I liked the attention. Who wouldn't and so shy John and even more shy me had times together that taught me things about my body.

    One day in class I was sitting in the back row and some boys were reading something during class, hiding it in their books and giggling as they read. I whispered and asked what they were reading and they told me to mind my own business, that it was a guy thing and not for girls, which of course made me want to read the material even more and see what all the giggling was about. Finally, one guy said: "Let her read it. She's too young anyway and won't know what it's all about."

    So, when the teacher wasn't looking one of them handed me the small booklet. I had never seen anything like it and certainly never read anything of the sort. It was, as I began reading, what we would all call a dirty book and I was frightened the teacher would find out but I continued reading. It started as a war story in France and about a young French girl in a house in a forest after dark. She was a good looking girl with modest sized breasts, long brushed hair, a slender waist and was wearing a simple house dress; she was making a meal when there was a knock on the door. She opened it she found five soldiers there. They were hungry and began to eat the lamb stew she had cooked.

    One of the soldiers had a large bottle of wine and they began eating and drinking and also making remarks about the French girl: how pretty she was, how lonely they each were; how they had been away from home and their own girls for a long time; how there was a terrible battle to begin the next morning; and they continued eating and drinking and then they began whispering among themselves and the girl got scared and tried to leave the room.

    At that point, one soldier grabbed her arm, stopping her escape and dragged her by the arm into the small bedroom; on to the bed and, as the book related in graphic detail that he ripped away her house dress and her knickers, took down his own pants and while holding the girl down he stuck his cock in her until he climaxed in her and then the next soldier came in to use the girl followed by the next until all four of them had taken their turn at her. The story didn't leave anything to the imagination it gave graphic details of each sex act performed on the girl. The young girl by this time was exhausted and when the fifth soldier entered the bedroom she told him: "I'm not going to fight you. Just do it and leave. All of you!"

    But soldier number five just sat at her bed and took her hand in his. "I'm not like the others," he said. "I just want to sit here. It won't be long before I'll be in a trench in the cold waiting to shoot my rifle."

    The graphic story had my cheeks burning and I looked over at the boys and they were grinning and quiet. I didn't know where the teacher was but I heard the drone of his voice and continued reading. All the story of the cocks fucking, the girl's cunt and boobs, how she was naked on the bed with so many men cuming in her and I noticed now that I was breathing like I had been running down the hall late to class. I couldn't help my breathing but continued reading and the story got better.

    Soldier number five, holding the girl's hand and talking to her but soon he was lying beside her and taking down his pants all the time telling her how pretty she was and then she was starting to breathe hard and number five apologized and said he wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do. For the first time that night the girl softened with the loving talk and as he kneeled in front of her she reached to hold his cock. The biggest cock of the five by far. Her eyes got big looking at it even thought she was exhausted from all the activity and reached with both hands to pet this soldier's massive erection.

    He moved on the bed to her caress and soon she was running her tongue over his member, feeling under his balls, petting him and her body was hot now. She realized she wanted this last soldier who was tender with her, unlike the others and pushed him down beside her. He looked in her eyes and at her face flush with emotion. She felt alive again; in the kitchen with dinner, in her housedress and with a loving soldier admiring her, admiring her shape and body and her body, she realized, was ready now; pushing him down, lifting his large cock, petting the tip and smoothing the pre-cum on his shaft.

    He began to say something and she covered his mouth, telling him 'No' with the shake of her head. She lifted herself above him, still holding him, focusing that magnificent instrument to deal with her body heat. The soldier watched this scene, the cold trench of the morning, holding a rifle in fear, his fellow soldiers alike, and this girl, this naked hot girl hovering above him then lowering, slowly, he gripped her at the waist and felt her soft skin moving down, her lips against the tip of his penis, then she undulated her hips on him, teasing him, wishing to prolong this moment, her smooth bottom in his hands so warm on his skin and he urged her hips apart on down, slowly, very slowly down upon him. She was licking her lips, back and forth, her eyes were almost closed, the hair on her cunt was moist with his pre-cum, and moist with her own lust.

    There seemed to be steam in the room as their bodies touched and his hot cock spread her cunt lips open and then the lips closed on him. This simple and beautiful French girl was squeezing his cock; she was in a state of total pleasure as their flesh blended in the cauldron of passion and she was descending on his cock slowly, impaling herself on him. Her eyes were closed now and he gave himself to her. Her thighs were down and resting on his hips and she let out her breath and began to rise and descend, milking him; arching her back; he reached and held her breasts, soft in his hands and he was milking her, gently helping her to lift, descend, lift again and he felt his body straining for release and he came in her as her body shook and quivered through her first ever orgasm with a man.

    She fell forward gasping, she lay on his chest, her soft breasts pressing against this course uniform top, moving her breasts on him as her mouth was against his ear making guttural animal sounds. He felt hot and wet at his waist and then all her body was at rest on his, sliding off to the side. He finally got off the bed, got dressed and she heard the other soldiers now saying: "What took so long in there?"

    Much laughing but the girl was at rest, exhausted, drained and in a great state of repose and peace. I looked up as I read the last page and the classroom was silent, all the boys were staring at me. I realized I had been in a trance like state, class had finished and thankfully the teacher had left and it was just me and the boys who were waiting for me to finish the book. I looked at them and tossed them the booklet saying: "How disgusting!" and walked out of the room leaving the boys speechless at my remark.

    On the way down the hall I thought: "Thank God that was the last class of the day and shy John said they were going to the lake again." I was hoping he wouldn't bring the Irish setter this time because I felt exhausted. "Hi!" John said. "You're late."

    We walked to his car and wouldn't you know it, there was the Irish setter, in the front seat, tongue lolling, licking, prancing on his front legs for the ride. I thought to myself: "I'll have to fake it this time but I can't hurt his feelings."

    We were driving past the lake now, the sun was setting giving a bright red to the sky; my head was still spinning with the story at school, that dirty story I had called disgusting had gotten me hot, given me a mostly quiet orgasm, only my deep breathing had given me away, and I knew I was still turned on, unsatisfied. My mind had given me an orgasm but it was a kind of 'inner' orgasm, more a 'mind-fuck' and now my body wanted the real thing. "You're very quiet," John said and I looked at him and smiled wondering how much farther we would drive before he found a place to park.

    John drove to the same spot as before; it was almost dark, when we parked. It was the same scene again but abbreviated somewhat, there was no small talk, no pretence of reluctance on my part and now John and I were in the back seat, my dress was lifted to my waist his hands on my body, we were kissing, the Irish setter doing his part as well and I was tired of shy John and his licking dog and I stopped kissing him, scooting further down on the seat, lifting my body.

    John sat back, looking, I just gave him a huge, a knowing smile, licked my lips. The Irish setter stopped his licking when I pushed him back and reached for his dog cock with red tip peaking out. I began stroking the dog's cock in earnest as it came out, he was wet and ready as was I, wet and ready too. John sat there watching his mouth wide open. I put a pillow under my bottom and petted the setter's ears pulling him closer to me, his fore legs on either side of my hips, I looked at John and said: "Aren't you going to help me here?"

    John reached for the setter's cock which was throbbing now dripping pre-cum and searching to mate. John pushed on his dog's back to get him closer and the red cock's tip brushed against my cunt lips and brushed again. John moved the cock up and down with his hand before he finally lined it up and got the tip inside my cunt. The setter was on the hunt and eager now. He had tasted my cunt and now wanted the rest. As soon as the dog felt my warmth around the tip of his cock he began to thrust and thrust he did. I shook as the dog pounded his cock into me and the dog had definitely taken charge, plunging in and pulling out, then in again, dancing on his back legs to get deeper inside and now I was holding his back pulling him in as deep as he could go. As I pulled him in deeper I got a sudden shock, I knew of course what an erect dog's cock looked like but I had never dreamed that the knot at the base of his cock could actually get inside my cunt. I felt the huge girth hit my pussy lips and thought that was as deep as the dog would get. The shock came when he felt my soft labia touch his knot he suddenly gave a massive thrust, there was a blinding pain and an almost audible 'POP' as his knot was rammed deep inside my cunt. The actual fucking action of the dog had now almost stopped, he'd wedged his knot so deeply into me that he couldn't move it in and out now but he still needed the movement to cum so he was desperately kicking at the carpet on the floor with his hind legs as he used an almost running action around my waist with his front legs just to make the bulk of his body rock above mine.

    I started to feel a bloating inside my belly and the dog finally stopped fighting to get his release, he relaxed and started to wash my face with his tongue, licking the salty sweat from my face. He had driven me beyond an orgasm, I had the feeling that I was passing out, inside my brain I could see flashing lights and a multi-coloured rainbow of pleasure washed through my body.

    I patted the dog's shoulder when I finally got my breath back, "Good boy, good dog, okay boy, you can get down now!" I pushed the dog down but he didn't move even though he himself was trying to back away from me. Somehow we had become stuck together, his knot sealed inside my cunt.

    I was totally drained, washed out, the course hair on the dog's belly rubbing against my breasts and I remembered back to the book I'd read in class, the French girl and Soldier number five, I desperately wanted the dog to just roll off of me like the French girl had rolled off of that massive German cock but we were still glued together.

    "John, help me, help to get your dog's cock out of me please."

    John pulled at his dog, "He can't get out, you are tied to him, when he's covering a bitch it usually takes thirty minutes the get free, I think it'll be the same with you."

    Another thought dawned on me, what will happen if someone else comes along to use this parking space and I can't get out from under the dog?

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