Author: Sailbad
Title: Violett - I am Mated
Part: 3 of 5
Universe: Life of Violett
Summary: A teen girl's light-hearted narration of her experiences in
beastiality advances with her first dog fuck.
Keywords: les, humor, 1st, mastrb, beast
Violett - I am Mated
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org
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 fourth 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.
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org