Author: Sailbad Title: Violett - I Return Pleasure Part: 2 of 5 Universe: Life of Violett Summary: A teen girl's narration of her adventures in beastiality continues as she learns to help her dog enjoy their trysts. Keywords: mastrb, beast Violett - I Return Pleasure By Sailbad@storiesonline.org 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 peal. 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 laid 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. By Sailbad@storiesonline.orgViolett2