I thought I would share our experience with you. Please let me know what you think. My introduction to bestiality came about purely accidentally. As these things often happen, until it occurred, I had never given a thought to including an animal in sex play, but when it presented its self, the result was to be life changing. I had been married for some time. Two children were the result of some inept sexual excursions with my wife. We had only really discovered the pleasure of each others bodies once the kids were born and we decided that two was enough. Suddenly, without the fear of pregnancy, (vasectomy), we began to experiment and explore the wants and needs of our bodies. We were a bit like school children again, giggling and fumbling our way to discoveries and developing a mutual knowledge of each other on a very regular basis. It was on one of those nights, the children were well and truly asleep and the parents were at play. We had no set pattern or order, rather just allowing whatever came into our heads to be the driving force. Spontaneity released any inhibitions and often led to some wild events and explosive climaxes. I remember that I was paying particular attention to Jen’s nipples. She loved, and still does, her nipples being given a hard time. Her response was the usual mixture of moans and body thrusts that signified her pleasure. Quite unexpectedly, she arched her back and nearly screamed. I thought that this was through my ministrations and set to with further gusto. She relaxed somewhat and reverted to her usual moans and hip thrusts. This mystified me a little, but I carried on and added to the action, some kissing around her neck and shoulders, this usually had a direct result too. Talk to bored housewives willing to cheat! Neglected wives home all alone – They want your company! Again, she arched her back and bit her hand, trying not to make too much noise. I was thrilled at the response she was showing and continued to apply fingers and teeth. She became more and more excited, it was then that I noticed the dog. Chester, our Collie, had decided to investigate the noise we were making. He had become adept at opening doors and had crept in the bedroom. I guess he found the smell of Jenni’s sex too alluring to pass up and was lapping away quite contentedly on her beautifully shaved mound. So much for my efforts. I stopped to watch as his tongue slid over her lips and up to and over her extended clit. I don’t think she even noticed that I was not paying her tits any attention at all. The dog continued licking away and was shuffling forward to get closer to the action. Jenni was now, completely lost to the intense feeling she was receiving and thrashed her head from side to side with the back of her hand still in her mouth. The sight just blew me away. There was my wife, the woman that I loved so deeply, being sucked to oblivion my second love after the kids. Already excited, I almost lost my load there and then, but continued to watch, fascinated. Jenni exploded, her cum shot out of her and all over the dogs muzzle. He didn’t seem to mind too much and after a short pause to lick his mouth and nose dry, continued to apply himself to her snatch. I knew she would not want this so soon after her orgasm. She always liked to let things subside a little before starting again so I pushed the dog off the bed and caressed her quivering body until she calmed down. We rarely speak during our love play, but this time Jenni said that it was my turn and promptly turned half over to take me in her mouth. We both enjoy this when the time is right and often finish our sessions in this manner with my seminal fluids dribbling down her chin or throat, depending on her mood. She shifted position and knelt astride me, taking my manhood deep to the back of her throat. ____________________________ ____________________________ I forgot about the dog and Jenni hadn’t seen him. She started to suck me in earnest, taking me all the way and then lifting off till only the tip was between her lips. I love this and was getting quite into it, letting my self relax so that I could enjoy the sensations without losing it too quickly. I guess Chester decided that he liked her taste. Although I couldn’t see what happened, Jenni suddenly took me deeper than she had ever done before. Her movements drove me deeper and deeper into her throat while she made a guttural sound that was very different and produced a vibration on my cock that was almost too much to bear. She suddenly stopped and turned to see what was happening. We both looked and saw Chester lapping away at her upturned and exposed pussy. I wasn’t sure what she would do or say so I waited for her reaction. Chester, having no concerns other than getting as much of her juice into his mouth as possible, carried on licking. To my immense relief, Jenni bent down further to allow the dog a better access and then buried her mouth on my cock once more. I couldn’t take too much of that, I didn’t want to session to end. I slid out from under her and watched as Chester brought her to another shuddering climax. He was getting quite excited himself. This was obvious from the pink tip of his penis poking through the hairy sheath that normally covered it. He needed no encouragement and reacted instinctively to a ready cunt. He mounted Jenni and tried to fuck her, but it was obvious that their body shapes would make this difficult, although Chester was doing his damndest to make it happen. I told Jenni to spread her knees to allow him to get closer and also to push herself back onto him. The adjustment helped, but his aim wasn’t so good. Taking matters in hand, I grabbed his cock gently and guided it into her moist canal. Jenni gasped and thrust backwards, almost knocking the dog off the bed. Chester fucked her and Jenni screamed and signalled for me to enter her mouth again. Neither the dog nor I could last long. He was pumping into her rapidly with his front legs firmly around her waist, she pushed back on him and sucked me at the same time. Suddenly, Jenni gasped around my cock and then gasped again. Chester had entered her all the way, his knot had passed her entrance and he was buried all the way into her. His thrust became more pronounced until a final spasm took him and he filled her with his seed. I had reached that point as well, my own fluids spurted into her throat. It took a while for the dog to relax enough before they could disengage and he left the bedroom to us. This had been an unplanned experience and we spoke about it afterwards. Jenni admitted that she had never felt so turned on and her orgasm was the most powerful she had ever experienced. We thought we would do this on other occasions, but Chester had other ideas. It only ever happened once or twice more despite all the encouragement we gave him. He would lick Jenni anytime we wanted, but he never wanted to mount her again. He died a few years ago and we thought about getting another dog, but haven’t up to now. Our kids are all grown and have children of their own, perhaps we may get another dog, but we don’t know what to buy. I have had one other experience with a dog which is another story for another time.
I am Usha, a young Indian girl. I have had a sheltered lifetill my 18th year. My parents died when I was 3 years old. Mygrandmother brought me up in a village some 200 kilometers fromChennai. When this story opens, we had moved to Chennai. My grandmotherwas a teacher in a school and she had classes throughout the day. Thisleft me free to do as I pleased, provided I remained at home. Sarala, athirteen year old servant maid was my companion. One day Sarala came to work carrying a young ba some 18 months old.It was Ram, the son of a visitor to her neighbor’s house. It was quitefriendly and not shy of newcomers. I spent time playing with the child.After sometime I went to take a bath. While taking bath, I heard thechild cry suddenly. It had fallen down while running about. Sarala tookit up and started comforting it. As I came out all was quiet. I wasjust drying my hair as I came to the place where Sarala was sittingwith the child in her lap. She didn’t see me approaching. What I sawwas just amazing. She had nestled the child in her arms. She had takenthe left breast out and was feeding the child! The child was busysucking at the nipple that was held up Sarala between her first andmiddle fingers. It had latched on firmly to the nipple and was doingvigorous sucking. The cheeks were hollowed indicating forceful sucking.Its white teeth flashed now and then and were a good contrast againstSarala’s jet-black nipple. The child appeared to be making a generoususe of its teeth on Sarala’s nipple while chewing it. The room wasquiet except for the vigorous suction noise produced the child’smouth. The girl had closed the eyes and was enjoying the feeling ofbeing sucked. At times she winced as the child’s sharp teeth sank intoher marble-hard nipple in the course of its chewing. But then she madeno attempt to stop the suckling process. After a few minutes, she justgot hold of her right breast, applied a syrupy paste to her rightnipple and was rubbing it against the corners of the child’s mouth. Thenipple was shining in sun-light and was quivering with the girl’sexcitement about what was going to happen to it. The child promptlyswitched breast and continued its business with a single track mind.The suction was with such a force that nearly a quarter of the breastvanished between the ravenous lips and teeth of the child. I was just watching. After 10 minutes of sucking both her nipplesshowed bite marks on them and they were angry red in color. They werecoated with thick saliva and were quite raw. I was sure the girl willhave trouble putting on her blouse, as the nipples that were sucked soviciously would then rub against the cloth. The girl did not see mewatching her. Suddenly the phone rang and I went to the hall to answerit. It was Sarala’s mother Saraswathi. She wanted her to come to herimmediately. I conveyed this message to Sarala, who had removed thechild from her breast in the meantime and buttoned up her blouse. Sherequested me to look after the ba, who was sleeping. She would beback in a few hours time. I assured her that I would look after thechild. Now I was alone in the house with the child and I sat down to watch theprogram in the TV. After 10 minutes the child woke up and came to me.It sat on my lap. I just cuddled it against my chest and continuedwatching the TV. From the corner of my eyes I noticed that the childwas throwing covetous glances at my breasts and licking its lips. Ipretended not to notice and was watching the TV. Slowly the childextended its fingers and was touching my right breast and was searchingthe nipple. I felt terrific. It then pushed its face against my chest.I said nothing and was keeping quiet as if nothing was happening. Butmy heart was beating in a fast rhythm as I was excited what wasgoing to come. The child’s lips brushed against my nipples covered bra and blouse. Even with that cover the child could feel my nipplesgrowing hard and sticking out. It quietly opened its mouth andimprisoned my right nipple, blouse and all. Its saliva started wettingmy blouse covering the breast and the nipple could now be made out. Thechild was sucking and chewing it vigorously in spite of the blousecover. My excitement grew. I took my right hand to my back, justunhooked my bra, unhooked my blouse, cradled the child’s head in myarms and pressed my nipple to its lips. It looked at me for a momentand without further ado opened its mouth and sucked in my entire areolaalong with the nipple and started to suck. I looked down and saw thechild’s mouth working furiously on my nipple. It had closed its eyes inbliss. My nipple under suction hardened to a marble and was chewed onin a relentless manner the child. A sharp electric feeling coursed through my entire body. The child hadvery sharp teeth and made unhesitating use of them. But just as it wasbiting my nipple, suction too was applied and I was able to withstandthe pain on account of the pleasure procured the harsh sucking. Ifelt as if my nipple was caught up in a vacuum cleaner and a mixie allrolled into one. After 10 minutes of this chewing and suction Ram, Ioffered the other breast to the child just to give a well-deserved restto the right nipple. The child continued its sucking with the otherbreast as well. I alternated the breasts every 10 minutes during thehour-long suction. The child again fell asleep with my left nipplecaught between its teeth in a vice-like grip. Whenever I moved alittle, the chewing started in right earnest, even as the child wassleeping. I extricated it with a little tact as it was time for mygrandma to come home. Just as the nipple was leaving the mouth, itscraped against the sharp teeth, thus causing a shooting pain. Mynipples had grown at least one inch longer due to the sucking. Bothwere showing bite marks on account of the vicious suckling and coveredwith so much sticky saliva that a droplet had collected at each nippleand was about to drop. Sarala came before the grandma and I got totalking with her. I questioned her about the breastfeeding and sheconfessed that she liked having her breasts sucked. She added that thechild had a twin brother name Lakshman. I asked her to bring bothbabies the next day. The next day the exercise continued with a difference. I had both Ramand Lakshman at my breasts. There was a twin attack on my breasts.Lakshman was sucking more aggressively and his teeth were sharper thanRam’s and that is telling a lot! The children sucked my nipples for onefull hour non-stop. The next hour they spent at Sarala’s breasts, whileI took my bath and went about my duties. I followed Sarala’s exampleand applied sticky honey to my nipples. As I came back and sat besideSarala, Lakshman followed Ram leaped at me and settled themselves atmy lap. Their hungry lips and sharp teeth latched on to my nipplessimultaneously. Another hour of vigorous and vicious suckling followed. But after a few days the twins had to leave for their village. Thistime Sarala brought some other babies from another neighbor of hers.They were nearly two year old boys with large sharp teeth. One ba name Rikki had two rows of lower teeth! She told me that they werestill being breastfed their mothers. There was no longer any milkforthcoming but the children loved sucking at the breast. Their bitingwas a little more painful and she was not sure that I should take arisk with their biting my nipples. I too hesitated a little but thenafter seeing Sarala breastfeeding them and bearing the pain with anindulgent smile, I took courage in my hands and let the children suckleat my breasts as well. It was indeed more painful especially with themulti-row toothed Rikki, but then I grew accustomed to the pain. Infact, Rikki became my favorite. The suction and the chewing exercised him were enormous and I had a feeling that I would start lactatingif this stimulation continued for some more days on a regular basis. Attimes I encouraged him to bite and suck a little harder and he obligedme. My breasts had an extraordinary growth thanks to this adventure.Rikki loved to try swallowing as much of my breast as possible. As aresult, his bite marks were distributed all over my breasts. Now there followed a succession of children. The eldest of them was athree year old boy, Govind. I had told Sarala to bring male childrenonly. This three year old boy had ideas beyond his years. He wouldsuckle vigorously at one breast and will be tweaking the other nipple.His head would dash against my breast followed immediate pulling ofmy nipple imprisoned between his strong and sharp teeth. Suction willbe there all the while. As his head dashed against one breast, he willbe vigorously milking my other breast with the nipple caught within hisfingers in the typical milking mode adopted cowherds. The first timehe dashed against my breast, I had my breath knocked out. The servantmaid explained that the boy’s father was a cowherd and this boy hadlooked on as the calf was suckling at the cow’s teats. His tweaking mynipple was his way of imitating his father milking the cow. The childcontinued its suckling accompanied dashing against the breast andpulling the nipple caught between the teeth. It changed breasts threeor four times and the breastfeeding session lasted two hours. I came inmy pussy many a time. Things took a different turn. Sarala told me that her mother had somesheep and was in the practice of breastfeeding the sheep kids. I wasexcited on hearing this. I persuaded her to bring two sheep kids, bothmale. With experience I found that male kids suck more aggressively,whether human or animal. The sheep kids came the next day. Sarala started breastfeeding them putting them on her lap and cuddling them to her nipples as she wouldfeed a human child. But I was more innovative. I just put myself on allfours and the breasts hung down. The sheep were under me. Without muchado they flicked out their tongues and captured my nipples, areolas andall. Their suction was more powerful than that of human children. Thetwo sheep kids pulled at my teats and the dashing was coming in arandom manner. Thus, as one kid was dashing, the other was pulling.Needless to say, suction was being constantly applied and the mouthswere working furiously on the nipples. They were wagging their tails inexcitement. Gradually my nipples became tougher and longer. My uppertorso was heaving up down in response to the push-pull operation beingcarried out the sheep kids in a random pattern. One day Sarala came along with Saraswathi, her mother. They brought apiglet. No need to ask why. Saraswathi was still lactating as she had amale child one year old and had not yet weaned it. Her 36 DD breastshad prominent nipples that jutted at least one inch forward. She laiddown on her back, unhooked and removed her blouse and put the piglet toher left breast. It had a hearty feed from her breast with heavyslurping sound. Its snout was twitching and Saraswathi’s breast wasdragged into the piglet’s mouth nipple, areola and all. The portion ofthe breast outside the snout of the piglet had a blue vein, which wasthrobbing as the heavy suction and chewing were applied to the nipple.She switched breasts and the piglet went on sucking. It was quitecontent and was wagging its short tail very fast as it was furiouslyfeeding at Saraswathi’s teats.. Saraswathi explained that the piglet had to still its hunger first andthen only I should attempt to breastfeed it myself. It was a wisesuggestion. I imitated the position taken up Saraswathi and put thepiglet to my left teat. Saraswathi pressed her own breasts and milkedherself to get some milk in her hands. She coated my nipples with thatmilk. It was quite warm fresh from her breast and created a tinglingsensation in my nipples. It hesitated at first. But I rubbed the nippleagainst its snout and the piglet accepted the nipple. It recognized thetaste of Saraswathi’s breast milk and went about its business in aserious manner. I was quite amazed at its suction power. It was manytimes that of sheep kids! Saraswathi stood my side and was slowlyletting drop her milk collected in a bowl on to my nipple undersuction. Thus the piglet was tricked into thinking that it was gettingmilk from my breast. She explained that its gums exercised an enormouschewing, which would have been manifold had it not been getting anymilk. On my request the next day they came with two piglets and putthem at my breasts after Saraswathi had stilled their hunger with herown breasts. The twin attack on my nipples and areolas coated withSaraswathi’s thick milk and supplied with drops of milk dropped Sarala as well as Saraswathi on to my nipples was out of this world.The next day I was curious to know how forceful their suction whilebeing hungry would be and insisted on feeding without Saraswathi firststilling their hunger with her breast milk. The chewing was muchrougher as the piglets were desperate to draw some milk from mybreasts. I stood it for some 20 minutes and signaled to Saraswathi toremove them as the pain became unbearable. She pressed the piglets’snouts with her fingers and pulled them off my nipples with a ploppingsound. The nipples showed every sign of the vicious sucking thepiglets and were angry red in color. I was excited in spite of the painand vowed to repeat the experiment after a few days of recovery. Tillthen I had to content myself with suckling Ram and Lakshman, who hadcome back for a brief visit. In my next story, I will tell more!!
He padded into the room, paused and glanced at the people that stared back at him with baleful looks. Three strangers, his mistress and a shadowy figure in an alcove, which he couldn’t quite make out. His olfactory senses informed him of the charged atmosphere. Mingled with the familiar aroma of sex and pheromones was apprehension, even a little fear. The perfumes worn them did little to hide the musk of sweat and aroused glandular activity. His nose told him of these things and it never lied.Two women sat on the red leather settee. A blond haired woman, dressed in some sort of loose gown printed in gaudy colours sat nearest the door. She it was exuded the apprehension. Her discomfort was apparent in the tiny beads of sweat that broke out over her top lip. He sensed the heat of her body it wasn’t a healthy temperature.The other woman was much younger, probably in her teens. Perfume masked most of her signature, but he was able to determine that she had recently ovulated, perhaps only finished this morning. Her hair looked grey to his monochromatic eyes and, like her hair, there was nothing remarkable about her to see.The other stranger was nursing a drink with ice in a glass. He stood against the fake fire breast, feigning a look of nonchalance, but it was quite plain that he was also emotionally charged.His mistress took hold of the collar around his neck and uttered something unintelligible while dragging him to the younger woman on the settee. He was stroked and petted them both way of introduction. The younger woman shifted forward a little, hiked up her skirt and exposed a smoothly shaved cunt. It was obvious the way he was pulled, that he was to make his acquaintance rather more personal. He sniffed at her and gave her a little nudge with his nose. Predictably, she squealed in delight and almost deafened him clamping her legs together, trapping him in her embrace. He was used to human contact, even in the sexual sense, but he didn’t know this woman and a little alarmed, he pulled back sharply. They soothed him and then brought him to the other, older woman.Her touch when she petted him was electric. Something about her smell and the softness of her fingers aroused in him a deep longing and an immediate reaction from his sex. His nose drove straight into her mound and his tongue lashed out licking her exposed pussy from her anus to her clit. Her pleasure was quite evident in the copious amounts of fluid she secreted and her moans of passion.He shifted position slightly in order to get at her quim a little better. His tongue snaked out and hit pay dirt. She squealed like a stuck pig and sprayed his nose with her come. Dutifully, he cleaned her up and licked the mess off the red leather. She began to calm down and her breathing became regulated. His interest in her waned as she settled down. The younger of the two females had watched in fascination. Her fingers busy at her crotch while he had licked the other into a quick orgasm. It was to be her turn now. For the second time, he approached the younger of the two and gently probed her snatch with his nose. The olfactory senses confirmed that she had indeed just finished ovulating. It made for a heady aroma and he found himself getting quite excited the prospect of shafting this one.His tongue went to work and very quickly, she was moaning and writhing on the settee. Her juices made the leather slick and he couldn’t keep up with her copious amount of lubricating fluids. She reached down and pulled the hood of her clit up exposing her cunt to him and making the bud of her pleasure poke out. He hit it with a lascivious stroke of his tongue and she groaned her pleasure. A few more of these direct hits brought her to a shuddering and devastating climax. She pissed on him from her lack of self control. He quite liked the warmth of her on his snout and redoubled his efforts to make her come.________________________________________________________Hands around his hips pulled him back and away from the young woman. He felt peeved at the intrusion but was soon back at her cunt after she had slithered to the floor and raised her knees. It wasn’t long before her shudders became uncontrollable and her head lashed from side to side in the throws of an almighty come. He was pulled back again from the quivering woman. He growled his annoyance, but his mistress’s hands brooked no nonsense.His cock felt is if it was trying to leave his body. It had grown beyond his normal proportions and his knot was drying in the slight draught from the open window. He watched with interest as the young woman flipped over and layover a couple of cushions. The cushions raised her perky little pink rear into the air; inflamed pussy lips pouting between her inner thighs stared at him. This was a scenario he knew something about. His distended cock twitched and slapped the underside of his belly and a few droplets of pre-come leaked from him, forming dew drops on the pointed tip of his penis.The mistress released her hold on his collar and pointed him in the right direction. It was an entirely unnecessary action, because he had already decided that he was going to spear this hairless cunt with the whole of his dick. He jumped onto her back, grasping the slim hips and began to hump her rear, trying to find the entrance to her slicked sex. Even in the position she had adopted, he found it almost impossible to centre his aim of attack. Help came from his Mistress’s hand, she grasped him and guided his missile to its chosen silo.He rammed the whole of his purple veined cock into her depths. She screamed but did not resist his initial thrusting instead, she raised her rear a little higher and made his entry into her a little less fraught with the danger of him bending his cock too much. The angle still wasn’t quite right, but it matter not a whit to him as he pounded her pussy with his raging hard on. Someone grasped his hips again and effectively slowed him down from the frenetic humping he had been giving her. The hands controlled him, pulling and pushing alternately into a rhythm that he found to be very satisfactory. The main difference being that he was not going to just blast a load into her in the few seconds or so that it normally took for him to reach his orgasm. It also meant that, instead of burrowing into her and getting the usually deep jerky thrusts, his whole length slid in and out of her moist tunnel. It was altogether a much nicer feeling for him.He fucked her for some time, feeling her muscles contracting and sucking him into her womanly depths. She felt quite cool inside to him to start off with, but soon the friction and passion raised her temperature to match his own. She writhed and squirmed while panting and moaning. Her body twitched while she reached climax after climax. She mouthed words that he could not understand, but took to be encouragement. The pace increased until he shot a load of his come into her mound. He dismounted and performed his duty in cleaning her of his semen. It had not been the most satisfying human fuck he had had. His Mistress was a quite small woman who rarely managed to get his knot inside her, but occasionally, she brought her friend over who was far more accommodating and always got him tied. Those were the times he really let go his wad.The young girl got up and rushed from the room clutching her dress to her breasts. He could hear her crying as she ran, but didn’t know why and didn’t really care. He cleaned himself and prepared to settle down in a corner. The other occupants talked and drank while they waited for the girl to return. He didn’t understand what they were saying, but knew he was the topic from the glances directed at him.Soon, the girl came back, smelling of soap and clean water. She had re-dressed and seamed to have calmed down.The older of the two women called to him. He wasn’t sure if he should go to her and looked to his mistress for some sign. She clucked her tongue at him and nodded, he needed no other encouragement and approached the woman as she sat on the settee.She stroked his head and tickled him behind his ears. The pleasure of her finger was sending him into deliriums. It was a particular favourite of his to be fondled around his ears and took him back to his puppy days. Her fingers traced the muscles in his neck, kneading the fur of his hackles and causing shivers of pleasure to travel up and down his spine. This lady knew how to get him to respond and manipulated him with ease. She slipped off the settee and joined him on the floor. At some point, she had removed the printed gown and was now, but naked. Her breasts brushed his ears as she reached to stroke his back and haunches. Her hard little nipples became harder still as they rubbed against the grain of his short haired fur. She was unshaven, something of a novelty to him. Both his mistress and her friend always kept their boxes clean. He turned into her embrace and quested her vagina with his nose.They sorted positions out, with her on her back and he placed between her thighs. His nose picked up the heady aroma of her natural sweat and the exuded slick of her anticipation of sex. The combination of an animal smell of her and pheromones acted like an instant aphrodisiac to the dog. He licked and slurped at her while his cock twitched and slapped his belly and the floor simultaneously. This woman was hot. Her fingers drove into her cunt, pulling the lips and hood up and apart to allow him access to her inner folds and the swollen hub of her clit. He matched her increasing passion and paced himself with the furious rubbing she had started. In a few short minutes, he was rewarded with a torrent of beautifully aromatic woman come. He drank her in and swallowed as much as he could, gratefully feeling the tingle of it as her juices past over his taste buds. She sat and grasped his head, forcing his snout to pass between the out folds of her cunt and into the very depth of her. Far from panicking and pulling away, he shove his long nose further into her and was again rewarded with a golden shower of come.She remained in a kneeling position and presented her rear to him for inspection and his attention. He didn’t refuse her. The few minutes of lapping had worked and brought him back from the verge. He mounted her, but instead of furiously humping as he normally would do, he used his recently learned technique and slowly and carefully, sought the entrance to her cunt. He needed no outside help this time. The point of his cock found the engaging entrance and, shuffling forward between her parted knees, eased his length into the depths of the woman.
My first experience occurred rather serendipitously and hasthankfully allowed me to be part of a very special lifestyle.Well lets start at the beginning….one day when I was fourteen yearsold I was hanging out with a friend and he was telling me about some kid he knew who could suck his own cock. This made me extremely horny and Icouldn’t wait to try. When I got home I went immediately to my room and stripped and laid down on my bed. I threw my legs over my head and opened my mouth and discovered I was one of a fortunate few who could suck their own cock! Suddenly, a strange feeling started to come over me and I soon experienced my first orgasm in my own mouth! Sucking myself off became a daily ritual, however, I could not chance it athome with my snooping siblings around. There was a place in the wooded areaof our farm where I used to go to smoke that was far from prying eyes. Our German Shepard followed me which he did most of the time. When I arrivedat my special spot I quickly got undressed and smoked a roach I had beensaving for a special time. Feeling a wonderful buzz coming on, I took little time in assuming the position and soon was sucking away at my cock. I was off in fantasy land when I was jolted back to reality when my dogstuck his nose in my groin area and started to lick my balls and ass. This made me so hot I quickly blew my load. I was totally turned on my dog! I decided to try jacking him off and succeeded in getting himoff.From that point on my dog became part of my daily routine. At first I only jacked him off, then on our fourth date I decided to give him head, and I soon found that Ienjoyed this even more than sucking myself off. We continued making love until I went in the service two years later. Unfortunately my love, Kaiser, was run over one of the guys who worked on the farm. I’ve only been with one dog since, an ex-girlfriends, but I look forward tohaving a long term k9 lover again someday. Sorry if this was too long…I needed to say this. Thanks.
“Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday” The old dog lowered his greying muzzle onto his forepaws, eyes unfocused and milky with cataracts. His ears hung like limp washing and a sigh escaped from relaxed jowls as he recalled the memories. What had been a brick-red fur was now faded, but offered warmth and protection to the young pup, which listened and waited for his mentor to relate the tale. “We were a family pack in those days, an Alpha male and Female, a male who had seen about ten seasons, a female of about twelve seasons and an older female who had seen perhaps sixteen or so. We lived someplace else then, in a huge house out in the country with loads of land and trees. The Alpha male spent a lot of time away from the pack, but when he was with us, he often smelled of alcohol and several times of other females. He pretty much ignored me except on a few warm nights; we’d sit on the back porch and watch the stars rotate, not saying anything, just sitting. He went away one day and we never saw him again, guess that’s why we moved. Things were different after we got here. Alpha female spend hours alone in her room or going for walks that had no direction. I often tagged along to keep an eye out for her. She often met men and almost always ended up mating with them. She had been faithful to the alpha male up to then. Talk to bored housewives willing to cheat! Neglected wives home all alone – They want your company! Anyway, we settled down to a routine and got used to the new surroundings. Alpha female hooked up with a new Male and he moved in. He was okay, but seemed to have this wariness of me. I paid him no mind though, just kept to myself for most of the time. The kids had far too much exploring to do to be interested in me, so I drifted along and fended for myself much of the time. Then one day, things took a turn for the very weird. The Older female child had been seeing this guy for a little while. They rutted every time they met almost, always sneaking off to the barn or her room and fucking their brains out. They sure do things in some funny ways. I was amazed to watch her clean his cock off many times. Sometimes she would do it before they fucked. Never did work that one out. But I am wondering. Anyway, this day, she came screaming into the house. Loads of crying and tears, things being thrown and broken. I thought she had gone loco at first. Then she quietened down and just sobbed into her pillow. I was confused at her behaviour, but decided that she was just angry about something. These females do that you know, scream and shout, smash things and then end up bawling their eyes out before going sullen for days on end. Figure that if you can. Anyway, I thought she might like a bit of company, so I just sat there for hours, just watching her. Some time later, she sat up, her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. She dug out a box from under her bed and started to look at the pictures inside. It started her off again, bawling and sitting on the floor. So I sort of sat next to her to offer a bit of support, you know, act like a friendly ear or something. I guess she must have noticed because, all of a sudden, she threw her foreleg around my shoulders and started to bawl again. I remember my coat getting soaked. After a while, she stopped crying and just sat there with me leaning against her. Did I ever tell you I am a sucker for being petted behind my ears? No? Well I am. Anyway, she started to rub me behind the ears in little circular motions. I guess I started to go to sleep or something, because a leaned over too far and almost slumped into her lap. She pushed me upright and looked at me laughing. I didn’t know whether to be hurt or laugh with her. Then her expression changed. I don’t know how, but her eyes took on a luminosity that I had never seen before. She stared into my eyes and seemed to bore right inside my head. Then it really got weird. She started stroking my chest and gradually worked her hand lower till she was stroking my belly. I admit that sitting as I was and receiving her stroking, I got a little aroused and as usual, my cock started to poke out. Only the tip mind you, but I guess she must have noticed, because she started to stroke lower until she had grasped my cock and began to rub it. That was it as far as my cock was concerned and pretty shortly, I had a raging hard-on and had to get up because it was uncomfortable. She began to rub the thing harder. I couldn’t stand that, it hurt like hell and I let her know it. What? Did I bite her? No. I wouldn’t bite one of the humans; they feed us so it isn’t a good idea. What did I do to let her know? Well, in truth, I yelped. Yes it hurt, what else was I supposed to do? Now shut up and listen to the story. Where was I? Oh yeah. I yelped good and loud and she got the message. I had to give it a good licking to calm things down a bit, but when I settled down, we just sat together for a while. Then the circular stroking started again. Pretty soon, she had my cock out again, only this time, she was much more gentle. I had to stand again and then she had the whole of my cock in her hand. Gentle, she rubbed up and down on it, my balls were on fire and my knot swelled. ____________________________ ____________________________ I couldn’t stop it, suddenly, my hips began to hump and I shot a little into her hand. I didn’t know what to do and when I looked at her, I think she was in the same condition. She was looking at my cum that had covered her fingers and pooled in her hand. She kept looking at it and then looking at me then, back at her hand. Then she smiled a strange smile and kept smiling while she raised her hand to her mouth and cleaned her fingers and palm. She swallowed the lot. I thought that was it. I still had a raging hard on because I had only shot a little. But she got up from the floor and I thought that was going to be that. She walked over to the door and shut it properly then, returned to the bedside where I was still standing. Suddenly, she shucked off her jeans and pulled her top off over her head. It didn’t make too much of an impression on me, humans naked don’t do much for me, or at least, they didn’t used to. Anyway, she sat back down on the floor and called me over. I always try to be obedient so did as she asked. The stroking started again. It was unfair, because I had this raving stiff cock and had to stand so I didn’t crush it. She was playing with her genital area as she lightly stroked my dick. It was quite pleasant and soon, I was humping again. Then her hand slid under her panties and she began to gyrate and moan. I can tell you that these females can get very wet and some of the smells, Oh my God! Well, pretty soon, she was moaning and humping against her fingers. The smell was unbelievable. Her other hand let go of my cock and then she pulled her panties down and patted her mound. I took the hint and sniffed the area. Sweat and a musky smell mingled and told me she was almost ready to mate. I licked her experimentally and got a blast of woman juice up my snout. She lay back and spread her legs, so I lay between them and started to lick like it was going out of fashion. My God! But could she grind her hips. Her head was thrashing from side to side and she came there and then, swamping me with her juice. I couldn’t keep up with the flow. Then it happened. I had been licking her, running my tongue over her lips and up to this little hard nub just before her fur started. It was accidental really, but as soon as I hid that spot, she screamed and shuddered, and kept right on shuddering. On a roll, I carried on until she grabbed my ears painfully and pulled my head away. I guess she must have liked what I was doing, because she was bathed in sweat and was twitching from her to toe. I backed off a little to free my head from her hands, which were still gripping me a bit to tightly. Then, without any warning, she was cleaning my dick, which had retreated a bit. Her tongue worked its magic and pretty soon, it was twitching its self and was primed to go. And then, Oh Wow! Her lips encircled the tip and she slid my whole length into her mouth. I nearly fucked her face there and then I can tell you. It was the most intense feeling I had ever had. I thought getting stuck into a bitch was pretty cool, but this took the prize a long way. It couldn’t last for long, especially as her free hand had gripped me behind my knot. I shot my seed into her mouth and watched as she went wild on my dick and listened as she moaned at the back of her throat, which created a small vibration. I could help it. She got the whole lot, it went every where, all over the floor, her chin and in her mouth. You would think that was it wouldn’t you? Well it wasn’t, after a short rest, she started the stroking again. It took a little while, but soon enough, I was ready to go again. This time, she knelt on the floor, knees apart and her head resting on the floor. Her fingers started to rub away at her lips and she patted her rump. I knew what she was waiting for, but though I would tease a little myself. So instead of just jumping up and mounting her, I stuck my nose into her exposed snatch and gave her the longest, wettest lick I could manage. She yelped and pushed her butt back at me so I carried on for a while, until my licking and her own fingers brought her off again. Both the floor and me were sopping now. Judging that she was ready, I stopped licking and without any warning, jumped her. The puppy stirred and whimpered in its sleep, but the old dog didn’t notice. Well, we didn’t fit together. Oh I tried to find the right place, but somehow, it just kept slipping right past her anus. Mind you, that weren’t so bad either. God! Was I horny then. Anyway, she reached between her legs and grasped my dick and positioned it right in her crack. It was like automatic, because she pushed back as I humped forward and we connected. Human cunts are so much more accommodation, I pushed the whole of my dick right up to the knot and started humping like a champion. Each thrust got me deeper and deeper, each thrust had her gasping and pushing back on me until, it happened. My knot slid into her and passed her muscle and she clamped down on me and trapped me inside. I was able to hump her for a little while because I had already lost a load in her hand earlier and then in her mouth. So I humped and she humped right back at me. She was shivering and moaning, sweat dripped from her and her breathing came in rasping sobs. It was the greatest and I filled her with my cock and then suddenly, a whole load erupted inside her womb. My tip had past well beyond her opening and I had bee fucking her deeper than she knew. I guess she had lost all tension in the moment. Anyway, I filled her belly with cum and just kept shooting it into her until I couldn’t even dry hump. We were stuck, but only for a short time fortunately, my back legs were fast giving out on me. So that was that. I had fucked this woman and she had fucked me. It took her a long time to calm down, especially as I cleaned her up with my tongue. She seemed to be suffering with aftershocks. We didn’t get to do it again for months after that first time. Until one day in the barn, but that is another story for a different day. One where I took on the role of Alpha male and mated with both the girl and the Alpha female. Now that was a real time.
Occasionally, just occasionally, role play in the bedroom takes on a whole new intensity and, instead of role playing, the person becomes the role and is taken to another dimension. Occasionally, what starts out as a fantasy, stitched into a session of sex. Soon becomes a situation, where anything becomes possible. Where inhibitions are left behind and the participants are removed from the real world of stresses and strife to a place totally overtaken the acts of present and future lust and promise of fulfillment. The following is one such event. Where the players become the played and all plans become secondary to the unfolding events. Where the scene is the lasting real part of a fictional beginning.Our love making has always been adventurous. Taboos, like our bodies, were fair game. The one life we have should not be restricted misgivings. If it can be thought, then why not experience it, even if it is to say; That is not for me.Time is usually the governing factor, but when it is not a major contributor of boundaries and nothing else is there to prevent total immersion, anything can, and often does happen. On those occasions, we may start out with a role playing fantasy only to finish in another place entirely.I was to be the subservient one. This is a rarity because I like to be in control under normal circumstances. Jenni had bound my wrists and tied them to the struts of the bedstead. My feet were bound together up to my knees with cling film. (Try it, especially around a woman’s body with her breasts thrust upward). I had been lightly whipped with a tassel on a silken rope. It becomes unbearable for me after only a short while. This time though, Jenni had her own agenda to run to and instead of stopping when I nodded, she switched to my genitals. The pain of the many strings of the tassel, whipping my cock and balls soon had me whimpering. I pleaded with my eyes for her to stop, but she had taken control for tonight and I was to be NookieStar presentsed to her whims.The pain became something else. Instead of registering each lash as a fire in my brain, I started to look forward to each stroke, anticipating the brief flare of stabbing ache into a step upwards from what I would normally be able to bare. Perhaps the threshold had been crossed, I am not sure, but each flick took me to a new high. I was on fire and ached for the release of a climax. I was not to be so easily taken down.Jenni sat astride my face and with a few chosen words, made me suck her labia and lick her clit. All the while, she continued to lash my cock and balls with the tasseled silken rope. Each stroke caused me to moan into her cunt and the vibration of my moans soon had her reach a small orgasm, just enough to fill my mouth with her scented juices. I would not be able to hold on too much longer. I could feel the tension build up and twitch my swollen gland. She must have realised it for she stopped the onslaught of the rope and not a moment too soon.She raised herself, turned around and then lowered her beautiful mound back on my mouth. My tongue snacked out and lapped at her shaven lips. Travelling between and up to her button. Jenni began to move and as she got nearer to her own release, began to grind her already moist cunt on my mouth and catching my nose on her quim. She exploded for a second time and gushed into my mouth. I had to swallow her juices or drown.Without preamble, Jenni got up from my mouth. She must have spent a little time in preparation, because she reached over to the night stand and grabbed one of her silk scarves. She blindfolded me with it and left the bedroom. It seemed like she was gone for ages, which gave me time to mentally check out how I was feeling. My feet felt a little restricted from the cling film, but okay. My balls and cock were alive. I could feel the twitches as the head of my cock lightly landed on my lower abdomen. The rest of my body felt a little cool from perspiration and my wrist felt quite bound together.I could hear Her return. The blind fold effectively stopping any sight I had to rely on my other senses to tell me what was happening.Something cool and sticky was smeared onto my genitals. Softly, her hands massaged whatever it was around the base of my cock and balls. “What is that?” I asked only to be told to keep quiet or suffer the consequences. I didn’t ask again.Her mouth enveloped my throbbing organ, but only briefly. I felt her move off the bed again and reposition herself on my face. I heard a click of fingers and a depression on the bed at the lower end. I set to on her cunt with my tongue and quickly became immersed in bringing her to a climax. It took me a little while to realise that I was being licked myself. I felt a rasping tongue cleaning whatever it was Jenni had spread over me off.________________________________________________________”My God, it’s the bloody Dog!!” I couldn’t do or say anything, Jenni had made sure of that placing her cunt right over my mouth. What could I do, but suffer the administrations of Chester’s tongue. What did I want to do in anycase. I was the slave here and I would do whatever my Mistress told me to do. A new concept for me.Chester I guess had licked off all of whatever it was she had put on there. I felt him jump down off the bed. Jenni got up and spoke. “Turn over.” She ordered. I couldn’t actually comply. I tried rocking from side to side, but couldn’t quite get all the way over. “TURN OVER I SAID.” She had shouted at me and it took a few seconds for the enormity of that to sink in.”I can’t, I need help.”She roughly turned me over and walked around the bed to the otherside. Suddenly, she whipped my bare buttocks, probably with the tassel again. I yelped involuntarily. She growled at me to shut up and punctuated each syllable with another swipe from the rope. Jenni untied me feet and told me to crouch with my head down and my knees brought up to my chest. She hit me again and ordered me to comply with her wishes quicker. I hurried but was clumsy, so I got another across my shoulders.Then with out warning, Jenni covered my rear with that cool sticky stuff. I heard the click of her fingers and directly after felt Chester’s tongue licking it off from between my cheeks. I whimpered again, only to feel the sharp pain of the whip across my shoulders and hear her tell me once again to be quiet.We had had the dog join us before in sex, but not to me. He had fucked and sucked Jenni on a couple of occasions. I had always been the instigator rather than the victim. More of the cool stuff that I thought might be honey was smeared over me. Then suddenly, Jenni slipped a finger into my anus and worked me from inside. The pain soon subsided to a pleasurable feeling as she manipulated first one finger, then two while she stroked my hanging cock with her other hand.”You have done this to me many times.” She whispered in my ear, “Now it is your turn.”The build up of pleasure waves threatened to overcome me. The twin sensations going on served to confuse my brain and instead of concentrating on the feelings, gave up to the total use of my body. Chester must of either got his instructions from Jenni, or took it into his own head. He mounted me from behind and began to thrust his cock between my cheeks missing my anus, but rubbing himself against my tail bone. He didn’t last too long and a stream of hot liquid splashed over my lower back. I felt used and dirty, but thrilled to have been almost fucked my dog. He cleaned his sperm from me, licking it up with his rasping tongue.Jenni untied my hands and instructed me to get on the floor. She had put down the sheepskin rug and made me kneel on it. I was not fast enough to do her bidding and received another four lashes for my transgressions.She lay on her back in front of me. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but knew she wanted me to suck her off again. My pleasure I thought and soon was buried into that fantastic center of love. I didn’t take too long again for her to flood me with her cum, her hips thrusting upwards to meet my tongue. She grasped my hair and roughly pulled me into her while she ground herself against me.I think that was all Chester needed to see because he did what any self respecting dog would do. He mounted me again, only this time, he found home and drove his huge cock deep into my arse. The pain took me surprise and I gasped only to gasp again as his next thrust drove him deeper filling me until I thought I would split. Jenni must have been able to see what was happening, because she gripped my head even harder and fucked my mouth almost disjointing my nose.Hot semen flooded into me as the dog bucked and rammed himself into my upturned anus. He obligingly cleaned first himself then me. Jenni sighed in pleasure and relaxed as she came down from her last orgasm. I stayed in a kneeling position hoping that it might be my turn to climax. God knows I had been through enough to have deserved it.”Next time, you will suck him off until he cums in your mouth”. Her tone of voice said that this was a certainty, not a threat.”What about me?” I pleaded, “Don’t I get to come?”"Not now, you have a way to go yet and I want to be fucked you until I can’t take any more.” Her voice again, told me that I had better do as she wanted or receive more of the same treatment.We spent several hours after that doing whatever she wanted. I became for that night, completely submissive and wanted nothing more than to pleasure her. Chester and I took turns in trying to do just that, although I did get to suck him off and compared his taste to mine. A dog is less salty and is not quite so musky in taste. I could not believe how quickly he could recover. It seemed that almost as soon as he had climaxed, then he was ready to go again. Exhaustion finally put paid to the evening and the three of us slept together in our love and trust of our bond.What surprised me the most was just how easily I slipped into being a complete submissive and just how deeply I sank into the part. It became more than a role playing experience and turned into a total take over of my will. I have not quite achieved it since, but live in hope.
“Comfortable?” His sardonic smile didn’t quite make his eyes. She looked at him through tear swelled and reddened, half closed lids. The saline water of her tears seemed to enhance colours; the silver SS badge on his tunic shone and branded her mind. Not waiting for her reply, he slapped her pussy with the flat of his hand. The resounding smack rebounded off the whitewashed walls. She would have screamed, but the tape across her mouth allowed for a muffled murmff only. Two grease-covered fingers entered her, spreading her lips and forcing her body to receive him. More of the greasy substance was scooped out of an unmarked pot and fingered into her. She didn’t know what to expect, but feared that it wasn’t to be the most pleasant experience of her life. “We will start small Eh?” His voice softly asked, sounding like a kindly Uncle, “No point in ruining the fun all at once is there?” Fake concern flitted across his face as he bent over her, but the sardonic smile stayed in the background. The bonds that tied her to the low level table bit into her wrists and ankles. The rough wood scratched her back and buttocks. She had given up struggling some time ago, thinking that many of the women who entered this hut never came out again. Perhaps, if she complied, she might just see tomorrow, perhaps even the day after, although her future and that of the other fifteen hundred women in the prison camp, was very uncertain. She had been brought here only a month ago, but in that time, she had been beaten, interrogated and half starved. Too many women had been taken out of the huts at night, most of them didn’t come back, or if they did, they usually didn’t say anything, preferring to suffer their cuts and bruises in silence. Talk to bored housewives willing to cheat! Neglected wives home all alone – They want your company! From a small table alongside where she was tied spread-eagle fashion, he picked up a glass tube, about two inches in diameter and a foot or so long. Gently, almost lovingly, he spread her cunt lips apart and slowly inserted the tube, pushing it in until she felt it pass her outer walls and nestle within the confines of her pussy. A small ridge on the tube prevented her from being able to push it out. It lodged into place. She had the weird sensation of cool air inside her; she could feel the waft of the frigid winter chill hitting her inner self. The Officer turned away from her and once again got something from the table. Hidden from view his body, she couldn’t guess what his intention was. Then, in horror, her eyes beheld what was next. He held a white mouse its tail. The small rodent struggled to be free and waved its small paws around ineffectually. The girl prayed to her God for the nightmare to end. It seemed he wasn’t listening. Carefully, the white mouse was pushed head first into the tube. She couldn’t see exactly what was happening, prone as she was, but her brain described vivid pictures for her. The officer picked up a short stick from the table and began to push the mouse down the tube. Then it was inside of her. Its small claws scrabbled at the walls of her cunt in an effort to escape. He pulled the tube out, leaving the animal inside her. Tears of shame and outrage coursed down her cheeks, this was the ultimate indignity, but worse, the bastard was enjoying what he was doing. Horrified, she looked into his eyes that were grey, dead and expressionless. Only the slight upturn of the corners of his mouth gave any clue to what he felt. His grease covered fingers played over her lips, massaging her clit and brushing against her anus. All the while, the mouse inside her was trying to get out. She could feel its frenzied attempts to escape. She thought the walls of her cunt would rupture from its sharp little paws. It felt like someone was using a file on her walls. After a few minutes, the rodents movements became lesser and weaker. Then, eventually, they stopped altogether. She guessed it had died from asphyxia. Her revulsion was complete and she dry heaved, but her stomach had nothing to regurgitate. Electrical clamps were fastened onto her nipples, the teeth biting cruelly into the sensitive skin, piercing and drawing small droplets of blood. The pain was excruciating, her nipples responded automatically, becoming hard points or pain centres. There were eight teeth on the clamps, she could feel each one as it pierced her skin and forced her nipple swell with blood. Without warning, he thrust his fingers into her cunt and wriggled them around, she thought he was forcing the mouse further inside her, but felt some relief when he eventually pulled out the dead, pink tinged rodent. In its effort to get free, it had scratched her inside, enough to draw blood. He smiled his satisfaction at the result. ____________________________ ____________________________ She could feel the warm trickle of blood ooze from her slit and dribble onto the table, wetting her anus. She closed her eyes and prayed again in silent anguish. In her subjugated position, she didn’t hear the entry of one of the German shepherd dogs that the SS were so fond of. She missed entirely, the clicking of its claws on the concrete floor. Her first awareness was the hot tongue that lashed along her slit and effectively cleaned her from the frothy blood that was caking her lips. The dog stood at her pussy end and licked her secretions. Its tongue slid in long strokes from her arse to her blond haired mound. Skilfully, it pushed its tongue between the lips and gained entry to her moistness. The tempo increased as the friction decreased and her treacherous juices began to flow. The officer watched and grinned, offering no assistance to the animal, only encouragement. He allowed this for a short while then pulled the dogs head up and away from her. Relief turned to sheer terror when she realised what he intended to do next. He positioned the compliant dog over her prone body, placing its forepaws either side of her waist, then he massaged the animal’s cock. All the time, whispering words of encouragement. Eventually, it was a hard throbbing reddish mauve weapon. Bigger than anything she had seen in her short life. He pulled the sheath back until the dog’s knot was visible and lined it up with the woman. The dog shifted position and thrust it’s hips forward. He then guided the monstrous dog cock between her lips and into her cunt. Although it was an unnatural position for the dog, she guessed training had been given, because the dog started to hump, its cock growing all the while and going deeper into her. The pain from her already ruined pussy was intense and felt like she was on fire, but her body betrayed her and instinct took control, she raised as best she could, her hips to meet the thrusts of the dog. She climaxed involuntarily and felt ashamed it, but she had no control over her body. Her humiliation was complete; she knew the officer had witnessed her climax. The dog wasn’t finished though. Its thrusts continued unabated and were becoming more urgent. Her breasts jiggled with the dog’s thrusts and made her painfully aware of the clamps that still bit into her skin. Then, a slight shift of its hips and spreading its legs, his fist sized knot banged against her cunt lips and, with a final effort, the dog pushed himself all the way into her and pumped white hot come in long spurts against her womb. The dog threw its head back and roared its domination and success over her. Eventually, the dogs knot relaxed and was pulled from her body without ceremony. He licked at her bruised and pouting cunt, cleaning her of his traces. She shivered and gave him the benefit of a shower over his muzzle. She was too exhausted now to even cry. Her head lolled to one side and she either slept or went into a state of semiconciousness, either way, she shut down and stayed that way for an hour or so. She woke to a familiar smell. One she hadn’t smelled for a long time. Her eyes wouldn’t open where they had become sore and encrusted from crying. The tape and the clamps had been removed from her mouth and nipples. But, she recognised the smell from her childhood. Horse. Slowly, feeling returned to her. Something huge was stuffed into her cunt, she hoped it wasn’t a horse dick; she had seen several as a child and was amazed at the size they could reach. Her hopes were not answered. In her relaxed condition, a horse had been brought in and the mushroom head was now firmly engulfed her body, the horse was humping and squealing. She could feel the head of the animal pulsing inside her. Suddenly, the horse was removed from her with a loud pop, which felt as if her guts were being sucked out through her vagina. A wave of relief flooded through her, but was short lived. The horse had been turned around and now, instead of being lined up with her cunt mouth; its huge cock was directly in line with her face, but more importantly, her mouth. Her eyes opened in time to see the officer jerking the stiff cock, running both his hands up and down the twitching horses meat. His timing was perfect. He horse reached its climax, but just as it did so, the officer placed the head of its cock against her lips. The force of the jism that erupted from the horse pushed her mouth open and she gagged on the steady stream of horse come. It covered her face, neck and breasts. It slipped down her throat and almost choked her. It ran in rivulets into her ears, through her hair and pooled on the table. Still it came and still, she had to deal with the constant flow of liquid that she either swallowed or drowned on. Eventually, the horse withdrew its tool and then it was led away. She hoped and prayed that would be it. She was almost right; the Officer jerked himself off, adding his come to that of the horses in her throat. It was the least of the violations she had endured. Her reasoning left her again and sleep took her until she woke next to her husband in their cell. She had nothing to say. How could she ever tell him and besides, her regard for her husband had suffered. She didn’t hate him, but somehow, he was the same as the officer who had abused her so badly. She figured that he would be capable of doing the same things to her. For the next few weeks, they were given extra food. It was to be the difference between starvation and salvation as the allied forces marched into view. Their liberators spoke in a language she couldn’t make head or tail of. Russian she thought, but couldn’t be sure. It didn’t matter very much, the soldiers chose from the group and then gang raped those they wanted. Eventually, she, her husband and the rest were set free, but had nowhere to go to. It mattered little to her. She had become a prisoner inside her mind and never ventured into reality again. The torture continued for her and never stopped.
Brrrrb. Brrrrrb.Sal picked up the wall phone on the second ring and tucked it under her chin.”Hello.” Her hands were covered in flour and a stray lock of hair got pushed back with her wrist.”I know what you did last summer.” The heavily disguised voice announced through the earpiece.”Josh! Hi how are you? Where are you?” Her pleasure at hearing his voice was evident in the immediate flush to her cheeks and breathlessness he always caused.”Hi-ya Sal. I’m downtown and around for a few days. Just wondered if you fancied a meet sometime over the next day or two. I still know what you did last summer though.” He laughed in his easy manner; oblivious of the effect he had on her.”Well you should, it was your fault and you were there, you bastard!” She laughed a little nervously and felt a thrill travel the length of her spine in a shiver as the memory flooded back. “Id love to see you. Tomorrow?”"I’ll pick you up at seven. Keep it moist until then babe.” He dropped the receiver and the line went dead with a brrrrrr.Sal replaced the handset and returned to pressing out the ginger bread men and placing them on a baking tray. Her concentration was shattered after the call, but somehow, she managed to bake the cookies for her charges at Kindergarten where she taught the four to five year olds.Later that same night, she trawled through her wardrobe, tossing clothing over the bed in dismissive piles. After almost emptying the cupboard and rejecting everything, she sat back on her haunches and sighed. A long overdue shopping trip was going to have to ensue if she was to make the impression she hoped for. Since his call earlier in the evening, she had flitted and flapped, unable to settle on anything. She blamed his not saying where they would go for her inability to do very much constructively, but in truth, her heart was fluttering in her chest and it was likely she would wear out the batteries in her vibe tonight, but before she could relax with her pacifier, she had to think of what to wear.If they were going out to dinner, then she could wear a simple black cocktail dress with a matching shoe and bag set. It could be a downtown joint, in which case jeans and a shirt would be ideal. It occurred to her that she could call him, but then she remembered that he wasn’t at home, he was in town and staying at any one of the hundreds of hotels. She got as far as dialling the number recall on her phone, but all it said was number withheld.”Shit!” She spat the word out like it was a particularly unsavoury chewing gum. “Shit! Shit! Shit and damn that man.” She settled on a black cocktail dress cut to the knee with a little lace trimming around the hem. Critically, she held up a pair of silver sling backs and matched them to a small purse.She knew the dress fitted and accentuated her hourglass figure. The neckline was loose enough to hint at her beasts and show enough cleavage to attract a man’s attention.Let’s face it girl, she muttered to herself, you need a man and all’s fair blah blah.It had been eight years since Sal graduated from College. Eight years in her apartment and eight years looking for the man to rock her boat. She had had lovers, temporary boyfriends, but none seriously. These guys had varying sized egos and equipment, it seemed the larger the dick, the bigger the ego the more of a pain in the ass, a proven equation. Sal had even dated guys of other races, but only one guy had lit her fuse and he had called this evening to make a date. Some of the conquests had managed to make her come, managed to get her to orgasm even, those that could be bothered, but Josh had knocked her right off her feet. They had fucked like wild animals last summer and her body had responded in a way she hadn’t known was possible. What they had done could not be called making love, it was far too intense for that. It had been rutting, in the purest sense, fucking their selves to a standstill. They hadn’t even really messed around with foreplay, it had just been groin-to-groin screwing in every conceivable position, all the way and that suited her need at the time.________________________________________________________Afterwards though, when the holiday was over, he had left her behind and she had been devastated. She had thought that this was it and couldn’t understand why it hadn’t been the same for him.Time to worry about the hair and of course the make-up.Sal showered and flopped into bed, her thoughts crowding one on another and preventing sleep, until her fingers found her sex and then the buzz of her vibe did the rest. She slept.Josh put down the phone and lay back against the headboard of hotel bed. His room was like any other of the millions of hotel rooms, comfortable enough, clean, but lacking soul. He clicked off the TV with the remote, the sound had been down anyway and he had no interest in the soap running on channel 10.His laptop announced that he had . It was nothing important and was deleted. He checked the web site and answered a few enquiries about his new software package. When would it be on the market, was it upgradeable, what did it do. Those kinds of enquiries all easily answered and killed.He thought about Sal and wondered if she had changed in anyway. His mind’s eye recalled her body and, with difficulty, her face. He recalled the small brown moles on her right shoulder and the downy skin of her flattish stomach. Her smell would always be with him he thought and the way her body reacted to his touch was indelibly etched into his memory, but better yet was the memory of how she would come in a gushing torrent and scream the place down while her sex ejaculated.He had been taking an enforced break. Two weeks the sea, rest and recuperation from overworking and stress. Getting his ba over the final hurdle of marketing and completion had taken almost two years of incredibly hard work, after which, he was completely burned out. The soft ware package to revolutionise the accounting industry had nearly done for him and the money didn’t seem worth the chunks of his life he had invested into it.His Shrink had warned him. “Vacation for a couple of weeks or a permanent rest from a complete breakdown. His choice.”He had collided into Sal on the second or third day, knocking her off her feet as he blundered around a street corner. Her touch as she took the proffered hand, was electric and he knew he wanted to know her, body and soul.Their first date had been okay, McDonalds and a drive in movie, and then they sat and watched the moon slide across the water of the bay, talking about their lives and introducing each other.He had taken her home to her rented apartment, drank the coffee and then, mutual agreement, screwed both their brains out with little or no preamble. He remembered wondering how it hadn’t happened on the street corner. The attraction between them was undeniable and neither of them denied the other. Thank God she was on the pill because he would have knocked her up several times over, during the rest of their inseparable holiday.Josh fell to sleeping, but had his hands tucked into his groin as he curled in a foetal position and dreamt of her. The sheets in the morning told of his restlessness and a familiar stain reported the rest.Her day at Kindergarten dragged. Perhaps the kids picked up on her jittery inability to concentrate, or they sensed something in the wind, but even the normally quiet kids joined in the riot and cacophony of noise. It passed over her and she didn’t really notice until Anne from the next room popped her head in and asked if she could keep the noise down a bit.”Sorry.” She said distractedly. “I’ll just kill them.”"Ha ha! See you at lunch.” Anne was just shutting the door when she stopped and asked Sal.”You okay?”"Hmm? OH! Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved in a shooing motion and Anne pulled the glass door to with a frown on her face.The frown turned to total absorption when Sal told her about Josh and their holiday romance of last year. A little jealousy was also in evidence and when Sal brushed over the sexual episodes, more than a little flush crept into Anne’s features.Anne had a husband, or rather, her husband owned Anne. Her devotion was misplaced, because he used her as a doormat. Sal and she had had several heart to hearts during their meal breaks and it was always Anne who ended up crying in misery.”So what you gonner wear?”Sal described the cocktail dress, but her very description and the lack of enthusiasm told her she would be out shopping on her way home and the cocktail dress was confined to the wardrobe until further notice. Anne offered to help her with the retail assault, but she wouldn’t be able to stay out long,”Trevor will want his dinner and he gets grumpy if I am late.”"Screw that! No man is going to own me. I ain’t no feminist, but I am a person in my own right, not an extension of Mister Partner.” Her vehemence spat the words out.”Your man needs to get a job and start looking out for himself a bit. One day Anne, you are going to wake up and it will be the last day of your marriage.”"I guess.” The shrug of her shoulders indicated her acceptance of her lot.After school, they hit the town and walked the Mall, stopping in several shops until they settled on a small independent that sold exclusives. Anne suggested an off the shoulder printed chiffon that looked like oil on water, but Sal chose a plain, dusty pink silk A line with a square cut dropped neck. It cost a small fortune, but when she tried it on and looked appraisingly in the mirror of the changing cubicle, decided it was worth every cent.They coffee’d and went to their respective homes. Anne, to prepare her husband’s dinner, hurrying because she was likely to be late and Sal, to pretty herself up. She had every intention of knocking Josh off of his feet.She was ready six thirty and spent the nervous minutes waiting preening and touching up her make up. Her heart was fluttering in her breast and it felt like the butterflies in her stomach had boots on.He was fashionably late. Ten minutes past seven, blaming the delay on traffic and the scarcity of a decent cab. Sal made him wait for a little while longer, ostensibly just finishing up, but in reality, sitting on her bed and shaking from head to toe.She had melted when the door chime announced his visit and then, almost jumped into his arms when she opened the door. He looked tanned and totally at ease. A complete contrast to what she was going through.”Where do you want to eat?” His laconic question filtered into the bedroom. It got her moving and she joined him in the living room.”I’m easy.”"Well, looking like that, I guess we should find some class.” His compliment struck a chord in her privately egotistic home.He hailed a cab and they ended up at an Italian that was recommended the driver. Luigi’s was far better then the name suggested and couple of hours later, they emerged with handshakes and cheek kisses from Luigi, on to a damp pavement.Conversation during dinner had flitted from NookieStar presents to NookieStar presents and had, for the most part, remained light. Until he mentioned the summer holiday and then, the whole evening became a prelude to the sex they knew was inevitable and the mood changed.”Shall we walk for a little while?” He asked and offered his arm like an old fashion gentleman.”Sal…” He started, but then stopped.”Spit it out Josh. What’s on your mind?”"When I first met you, I was knocked out the way we fit together. It was like we knew each other for ever and the um… well you know, was out of this world. But, when the holiday was over and I had to finish getting my project out, I thought I would never see you again. I kinda thought that you would look at it as a holiday romance and nothing else. I couldn’t get you out of my mind for a long time.” He had stopped walking and turned to face her, see what her reaction would be.She looked up into his eyes and smiled, then kissed his lips gently.________________________________________________________”You were more than a holiday romance and you know it.” She breathed between his lips. “Shall we go home?”"I like the sound of that.” He stressed the word like.”What?”"I like the sound of that word when associated with you, Home, It has a ring to it.” Her already fluttering pulse quickened.They caught a cab and arrived at her door some twenty minutes later.”Drink?” She called from the sanctuary of her bedroom.”I’m okay.” His disembodied voice filtered through the door.Sal undressed quickly, carefully hanging the new dress on its hanger and throwing a robe over her semi-nakedness. Josh had obviously found the hi-fi, music; she could something soft was playing.He was sitting, relaxed and at ease on the cream leather settee when she came back into the room. Her mouth was dry and she was still shivering a little from nerves. Sal fixed herself a watered Scotch and offered one to Josh. Then, she at last sat down opposite him and studied his face for the millionth time that night.Sal…” He started “There is something you should know about me.”"Your Married?” Fucking typical she thought in a nano-second, I meet the guy of my dreams and some bitch has already got her claws into him.”Ha! No Sal. It’s a bit weird, well a lot weird really, but you should know before this goes very much further.” He looked at her, spitting her eyes with an intensity that made her feel like she was impaled on a spike.”You’re gay then, or bi-sexual or a woman. Come on Josh, spit it out.” She felt a dread at the suspense and wasn’t at all sure she really wanted to know, especially if it meant they would not go any further than there were at tonight.”No ba, it’s nothing that normal, it’s… well kinda difficult to explain really, but I um…”"For Pete’s sake, will you just come out and say it. That is of course if it isn’t you’re a monk and sworn to celibacy or have had it cut off.” She laughed nervously, trying to lighten to mood and alleviate the tension his difficulty was creating.”I change a bit.” He couldn’t have been more vague.”So you cross dress? Is that it?” Sal was getting a little alarmed at what her imagination was offering as possible answers.”I… I mean… I change physically… sort of when the moon is full. That kinda thing.” He glanced at her to see if she would cringe or run screaming.”Ha ha ha! A fucking werewolf are you then?” The laugh carried no mirth.”Well… yes as a matter of fact.” Dread flooded him and he wanted to cry suddenly. It wasn’t his fault that the slaver girl had ravaged him, all those years ago. It wasn’t like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it; he hadn’t even felt the bite at first until she started to suck him dry. He had a choice, drink from her or die. At the time, he was still inside her and pinned under her hips with little strength left. It hadn’t really mattered until he had met Sal, but now he wanted to be like any other man.”As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I am. A werewolf. I have never told anyone before Sal and if you want me to leave, well, I will understand and never come anywhere near you again.”"Your serious aren’t you?” She knew the answer from the angle of his shoulders and the way he was studying his feet to avoid looking at her.”So why me Josh? Why are you telling me?”"I have never wanted to get near to anyone before Sal. But, then I met you and something clicked inside, like a light being turned on for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I have had several lovers before you, but none I wanted to really get to know, none I wanted to be friends with. Until you, there has been nobody I wanted to watch grow old and grieve for when they die.” He sat bonelessly in a settee opposite her like a condemned man, waiting for the last rites.”What do you mean, watch them grow old?”"I was born in eighteen ninety two Sal. My parents had a plantation on Jamaica.”"That means you’re…” Her mental arithmetic wasn’t up to the sum.”I’m a hundred and sixteen. A young girl turned me from the slave workers on the plantation. She turned me and then disappeared soon afterwards. No one knew where she went, but her family didn’t seem to mind that she had gone. She bit me and then gave me the option of either drinking from her or dying right there and then. Ever since, I have had to move around, never staying in one place more than a few years. I have seen most of the world, been in the wars and seen the worst that man can do. comparison, what I am is nothing. If I am a horror, what this world has to offer is pure evil.” He picked up his forgotten scotch and hid behind the sanctuary of the glass.”Well…” Sal struggled to sort through the jumble of thoughts. “So does this mean you will rip me apart and eat me?” She knew it was a stupid question and regretted asking it immediately.”I would never hurt you Sal. I could never hurt you, you see, after last summer and meeting you; I couldn’t get you out of my head. I found myself wondering what you were doing and I must have dialled your number a hundred times, but I didn’t know what you would say when I told you, Oh, the way Sal, I grow four legs and a full coat of fur during the full moon and eat live food, but don’t let it worry you. But, you wouldn’t get out of my head. Sal, God help me, I love you and have, ever since we first met when I knocked you on your ass. You cannot know what it took to come here.”"Every guy I’ve dated seems to have a problem or carry a shit load of baggage, but this one takes the prize.” She said dryly. “It’s going to take me a while to get a handle on it Josh. I need some thinking time here.” Her thoughts jumbled and swirled in a maelstrom that had no order.”Do you want me to leave?” He rose from the settee, placing his half drunk scotch on the table between them.”I want you to take me to bed Josh. I want you to screw me until I pass out. The rest I can think about later…” She lifted her eyes to search his face. “… But I swear, you bite me and I will haunt you forever and I make a bad enemy, believe me.”He laughed and felt the tension slide off of his shoulders. At last, he could relax for the time being, but knew that he would be facing an inquisition some time soon, if she didn’t throw him out. Josh reached down, taking her hand that she had lifted for him to pull her up , then, he circled her waist and took her off her feet in an easy, fluid motion and carried her into the bedroom. Her robe slide from her body, falling in untidy creases to reveal her alabaster coloured skin. Chanel 5 faintly caressed his sinuses as she steadied her self with an arm draped around his neck.”I’m trusting you Josh. Don’t hurt me.” She whispered to him as he pushed the door with his foot.________________________________________________________Josh gently placed her, standing, on a sheepskin rug she had on the floor, at the bottom of the bed. Then, with consummate care, he slid the robe from her shoulders, allowing it to fall from her arms her side. He placed in as neatly as possible on the back of a chair she used to sit on at her dresser. With a dextrous twist of one hand, he undid the clasp of her bra as he faced her and looked into the bottomless liquid pools of her eyes. With much care, he slipped the straps of her freckled shoulders and that too, was allowed to fall from her still arms and placed on top of the robe. She was almost naked now, with only her lacy panties and her dignity covering her. Sal shivered a little and he noticed a slight nervous tic at the corner of her mouth.He took her chin in his hands that seemed huge in comparison and lifted her face to meet his lips. His kiss was almost chaste in its touch on her forehead. Sal made to move into him, but without words and just a little pressure, he made her stand exactly as she was.He kissed her nose and felt it wrinkle as it does when she laughed. Then his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed her glossed mouth before passing to her chin. He bent his knees a little and kissed her throat, noticing the sudden stiffness in her as she realised what he was capable of. But, he didn’t tarry and continued his travels of lips and exploration. His mouth traced her chest bone and passed between her breasts. Her heart bounced against her ribs, he was gratified the steady thump.Bending now almost into a kneeling position, Josh kissed her body just above her belly button and flicked his tongue out to taste her. His thumbs hooked into the elasticated waistband of her panties and pulled them over her hips at the same rate that his tongue and lips gradually travelled to her sex.He stopped at her pubic line and lifted one foot so that she could step out of the panties, then he lifted her other foot and placed the garment with the bra and robe. Josh sat back on his heels and looked her perfection. She had taken to shaving most of her hair away, leaving just a line of black, short fuzz to point to her stomach or her secret places, depending on which way you were going.Her reddened nipples had hardened slightly, not enough to be painful or uncomfortable, but just enough to define their existence and stand away from her dark tan coloured aureoles. He could hear her blood coursing through veins and watched as her heartbeat made her chest palpitate slightly. Veins faintly tracked across her breasts, it was here that the slight whoosh of pressurized and oxygenated platelets could be heard the clearest.He knelt back up and placed a hand on either hip and lifted her as if she were no more than a feather. His large hands almost met as they circled her slimness. He continued to lift her, raising her above his head and then, parted her legs with his forehead. Sal lifted one foot at a time and draped them behind his neck. He lowered her, still in an upright position, pushing her legs apart as his face got nearer to her wanting body.She could feel the slight stubble of his cheeks as he brought her down into a sitting position with her weight on his shoulders. His hands caressed her buttocks and supported her back. Then, a flicked tongue parted her labia and found her clit. Sal was totally helpless as he drew her musk-scented lips into his mouth and suckled on her nub of desire.This was so different from their previous sexploits. Before, they would have been connected and fucking at a furious rate now, but Josh hadn’t even got his clothes off yet and already she was feeling light-headed from the attention her nerve centre was getting.His tongue parted her slickened lips and darted into her deeper recesses. It was like a light bulb had exploded in her brain and Sal rewarded him with her come as she orgasmed. He drank her in and savoured each drop as it passed into his throat to be swallowed and ingested.Still supporting her back, he lent forward and laid her on the bed. His nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her wetness. He was driving her to another climax and she needed to feel the rush again as if she hadn’t been there before.Her fingers grasped his hair and she pulled him into her, delighting in the sensations of his nose and tongue. Josh kept a rhythm going, breathing through the side of his mouth so that he didn’t lose contact with her swelling lips. He gauged her climax and as she gripped his hair in claw like fingers, plunged his whole tongue as deeply as he could at the point of her release. It drove her over the edge and she wailed as her body shot her cream into his waiting mouth.________________________________________________________Her legs jerked uncontrollably and her abdominal muscles spasmed as he drained her of her come. Sal had never reached such a place before and almost collapsed from the sheer delight and over stimulation her nerve endings were experiencing.Eventually, when she had subsided, Josh extracted himself from her legs and stood up. Deliberately and slowly, he removed his shirt and pants, all the time looking at her and drinking her beauty in with his luminous eyes. Even this simple act caused Sal to quicken and want him inside her and a desperate need rose within her loins. She had to have him thrusting into her, driving her to distraction and another climax.He stood naked at the foot of the bed between her parted knees that hung over the edge. Sal marvelled at his physic, at the well-defined musculature of his body. The thought came unbidden, not bad for a body over a hundred years old.Then he leant forward and placed his knees on the edge of the bed, balancing on the mattress, before completing the movement and placing his weight on her body.”Let me return the favour.” She whispered, but Josh shook his head and pushed himself into her willing body. She could not deny his entry and in truth, wanted and needed him to fuck her.Josh wasn’t build like a stud stallion, he had an average cock and he wasn’t any kind of sexual athlete, but what he had, he knew how to use. In a short while, Josh had settled on a satisfying pace that would not bring him to climax too soon, but would not last for hours either.It was Sal’s desperate need that drove the coitus and her thrusting up of hips to meet him that set the pace. He adjusted and buried his cock within her depths. Deftly, Sal flipped him over, relieving her stomach of his weight and sat astride him. She felt impaled and rode his member with pelvic thrusts that had little to do with lovemaking. She wanted his seed to spill inside her and she needed to feel him stiffen and sigh his release. In her need, sensory perceptions were put aside, if he had entered her womb, she would not have known, just the need to have him explode was all she knew. Her pelvic thrust were happily rubbing her clit on the coarse hair of his genitals, this she could feel, it was an undeniable extra sensation and was taking her to another summit of orgasm.Her need was answered as Josh grasped her hips suddenly and lifted his torso to kiss her lips as he came. His pulling on her lower half drove him deeper and Sal’s own body responded with her third orgasm, which felt almost like a period cramp in her lower abdomen. She fell forward, hair slicked with sweat and breath short as mini waves pulsed through her body and gradually receded. She was sated and hoped against hope, that Josh was as satisfied as she was.Josh’s own climax reverberated and spasmed as his desire and need retreated. He clung to her waist, gripping her tightly, as if never to release her again. Then he cried in wracking sobs against her breasts. His emotions spilled out in a torrent of saline tears and mucus. She held him to her and gently rocked to and fro. Neither of them felt his cock shrivel and exit her body. It didn’t matter.It took him several minutes to calm sufficiently for them to lie side side. Neither knew who fell asleep first, but for Sal, it was the first time in too long that she had slept the sleep of a fully sated woman.For Josh, it was the first time in his long life, that he could sleep safe and warm in the arms of someone who wasn’t to be afraid of, someone whom he could love without reserve or secrets.Her dreams were violent and woke Sal at four in the morning with a start. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, even though they had lain over the bed covers and it wasn’t particularly warm. The details of her dream quickly dissipated like water between fingers, but the gist of the dream was blood. Hers or someone else’s she couldn’t remember, but blood had been a major factor.Josh was snoring softly, lying on his back with his legs still dangling over the edge and an arm slung out where she had rested her head through the night.A wane, early morning light came through the chintzy curtains, enough for her to study his features in repose. Sal knew that she loved this man, knew it with all her heart and the realisation hurt like a brand. What was she to do? It had broken her last summer to think that she had been just a romance for the brief few weeks. The pain of believing that they would never see each other again came flooding back in all its acuteness. She could not lose this man again, not for a second. But, he wasn’t a man was he? Not like an ordinary regular nine to five guy. He had another life, a separate part of him that didn’t include her. Almost like an illicit affair.She could no more lose him than be a part time lover. Either they were to be a partnership for life, her life, she reminded herself, or they would not be anything other than far apart and totally separate. Josh had taken a huge risk in telling her and now it was for her to decide what the future held for them.When most people were still in the loving arms of Morpheus, Sal was sitting up with a coffee, rationalising what her and Josh’s life was going to be like.She was still pondering it when Josh woke. She watched as his eyelids fluttered and then, one one, opened. He turned towards her and a beautific smile lit up his eyes. Sal’s mind was made up there and then.”Hello.” He croaked, his throat parched from laying on his back and air being sucked over his tongue. “You okay?” He raised himself, lay on his side and set his head on one hand while the other reached for her.She smiled back at him and wordlessly, got up to refresh her coffee and pour him one. the time she returned to the bedroom, Josh had been to the toilet and pulled on his pants.She set the coffee down on the dresser and watched to see what would happen next, not knowing what to expect.”Sal…” He began. “… We need to talk I guess.” But, she held her hand up palm out to quash that particular line.”I need to know one thing Josh, that’s all. The rest we can work through some other time, okay?”"Well, what is it you want to know?” She saw the fear of the unknown question in his eyes and the fear that it might be critical to their lives.”Josh. Are you around for good and all, or are you going to leave me like you did last summer?” She thought she knew the answer, but had to hear it from his mouth, rather than assume it.”Sal, I took a risk telling you…”"I know that.” She butted in.”… But you don’t know how much of a risk. For everything, there is an opposite. Heaven only exists because of hell, evil because of goodness. In my case, werewolf and slayer.”"Buffy strikes again.” She laughed.”It isn’t funny. I know my slayer, I know them and I know where they are, and they are the scariest person I have ever known. I am frightened beyond belief of them Sal.”"So who is this person?”"My nemesis is you. I knew it when I first touched you last year. I knew it from the very first second, it was like an electric shock, but I also knew I had to know you, the real you. Sal, if you so desired, it is you who could destroy me, not the other way around. So you see, I took a huge risk to my very existence last night.” He watched her intently, waiting for some reaction.Her voice softened.”I know you did Josh. I know you did” He reached for her, grasping at her waist to pull her to him, but she twisted away, flapping at his hands.”I got work Buster and I need a shower.”Sal went to work, but not before he had made her dirty again and made a mess of the sheets.It was two and a half weeks later that the eve of the full moon occurred.Josh prowled the apartment restlessly, unable to settle, his senses heightened and a nervous tension tightened him into a coiled spring.________________________________________________________Sal couldn’t fail but to notice Josh’s unease and wondered what was to come. She knew it would happen and had even romantised about Josh’s change from human male to male wolf. She had seen the movies and it was those images that she transposed into what for her, was going to be real life.But, Sal wasn’t to see Josh’s transformation. Instead, he told her he had to be away and excused himself long before nightfall. She couldn’t help the feeling of exclusion. A certain desperate loneliness crept in after he had closed the front door.Sal went to bed, dejectedly and fretted sleeplessly. Their lives over the few short weeks had settled into a routine of sorts. She worked during the day, he looked after his business interests, they ate, either in our out and then fucked each other senseless at night.But, tonight, she was not part of the equation and it hurt in an acute stab to her vitals.It all changed though a few hours before dawn. For some, probably maternal, reason, Sal had placed a candle in the window facing the street and got up to check that it hadn’t burned down or was setting fire to the curtain.She turned once satisfied that the candle was still burning and the curtains still fluttered in the slight breeze with out scorching, but a shadow caught the corner of her eye, a darker space than the pitch blackness passed the window and beyond view in a blink. Sal paused on her way back to bed and turned to see the huge grey wolf crouching on the cill. The window was open and there was nothing but empty space between her and it.Neither moved. The space between them, a barrier of difference and two separate worlds entirely. It was Sal who broke the trance and turned back to her bedroom, leaving the animal alone.She closed the door, but didn’t latch it and soon after she had settled into the warm spot where she had lain, soft pad falls approached the door and then crossed the carpeted floor.Sal turned to her side towards the side of the bed nearest the door. At first, he was beyond her spectrum of colour, blending into the darkness of the room, and then she saw the darkness of his bulk as he closed the space between them. She held her breath, believing that he wouldn’t hurt her, but at the same time, knowing she was in the presence of a wild thing and there was no protective barrier to save her.He smelled of earth, of dew and faintly of blood. The cloying smell of blood was the worst and she thought the hardest to ignore. She opened her mouth to speak some words, perhaps of welcome, but his tongue passed her lips and found her own tongue in a caress so surprising and instantly erotic that she didn’t respond in any way for a few seconds.Almost as an automotive action as most people do with a pet, she reached out and scratched him behind his ears and stroked the coarse fur on his neck. She felt the weight of his paws on the edge of the bed and then a further depression as his hindquarters followed his front.He lay alongside her, still kissing her mouth, licking her lips to part them and then, passing his tongue into her mouth in an ever frenetic and insistent demand for response. It was working; Sal’s own mating instincts were being fostered into an urgency. Pheromones exuded from her very pores, her heart rate doubled, then tripled as adrenalin coursed through her veins and the pressure of desire mounted within her breast.Breathlessly, she broke the umbilical contact of tongue and mouth, but only momentarily to shift her position, embracing the huge wolfs torso with encircling arms. They kissed again; Sal sucked his tongue into her mouth and tasted blood. It excited her in a feral way, she found it strangely exhilarating and stimulating, knowing that he had the wildness to kill, was ruthless enough to be indiscriminate in his choice of prey, but he was here and they were about to mate and he had eaten his fill somewhere.Her fingers massaged his back, feeling the muscle under the coarse fur. She found that place just above the tail. That when rubbed the wrong way, sends animals into delirium. He responded with involuntary humps of hip pelvis, she felt him bump against her stomach and then could feel his growing hardness probing at her pubic bone.Sal reached down and found his cock, already unsheathed and passing precum as a lubricant, which slicked her palm. Gently, she circled his thrusting and throbbing cock and guided it to her labia. In this position, he would not be able to enter her, but his thrusting would rub his pointed shaft over her waiting clit. From the first touch, she felt a fire being stocked in her guts; the subsequent friction of cock and clit fanned the flames as they thrust against each other until her body was a raging inferno of need and animal desire.She broke contact; unable to stand the torment her body was suffering any longer. She slid down and enveloped his shaft in her warm mouth, tasting his precum as it slide over her tongue. At first, it was okay and a very pleasant experience for both of them, but her sucking and bobbing were taking him to a point of no return and she was in danger of getting all of his pointed cock into her gullet and his seed at the same time. He could not control the urge to hump and, although she tried to control the depth circling him with her fist, it was getting to the point that neither of them would be able to handle.She rolled away from him and spun over to her hands and knees in an open invitation for him to mount her and consummate their union.The wolf approached her, using his sensory perceptions to gauge how ready she in fact, was for him. An exploratory lick over her labia and anus brought an immediate torrent of heated come from her. It gushed in a short blast, catching him in surprise as it flooded his nose and mouth. He sneezed and then went back for more. He pheromone charged aroma was diving him wild with need. He mounted her, forelegs wrapping in a vicelike grip and his hindquarters pistoning of their own volition. He was missing her entrance some margin, but the friction of her fur covered mound against the delicate skin of his nerve packed shaft was almost as good.She reached back and helped him home in on her vagina. In a blur of motion, he was buried inside her before either of them knew much about it. An adjustment of his hold and stance allowed for a greater depth and he sunk the entire length of his cock into her warm and willing recesses.Al gasped as his pointed head nudged her womb entrance and keep up an assault on her reproductive organs. His point entered and she was being fucked into her own delirium. She was past coming, past orgasm, both of which had been rapid and frequent since he had started this. Now it was a question of surviving and getting him to climax before passing out.His knot was deep inside her and growing at a rapid rate. The pressure on her bladder and inner walls increased as his tempo started to diminish. His strokes decreased in rapidity, but lengthened in stroke. Her own natural reaction was to tighten her virginal muscles and successfully lock him in. It was this action of her subconscious mating instinct that triggered his release.Sal screamed as the first spurts of hot semen flooded her womb. It didn’t burn, but filled her with immediate warmth that seemed to radiate from her depths in a glow of triumphant success. He kept pumping spurt after spurt, filling her body with his seed.They stayed locked, Sal with her sweat soaked hair-hanging limp from her hanging head. He, now turned ass to ass and panting. His panting caused him to move slightly and the movement was keeping Sal over the edge in small orgasms that looked and felt like epileptic twitches.The first light of dawn touched him and, still in a kneeling position, his now flaccid cock dribbled from her body. Somehow, he managed to turn around and flopped almost in a dead feint, flat out on the bed. Sal fell beside him and they slept in each other’s arms as his seed seeped from her body and slowly dried on the sheets and their skin.The same thing occurred the next night when he returned from his hunt. It occurred to Sal, that she was adjusting to his nightlife and sleeping in daylight. No big problem except when she was teaching.Once or twice over the next few months, she called in sick, saying that she had a bad period, not strictly untrue in a sense, but she felt guilty about it. She was also missing her friends. Making plans to see them and then, cancelling at the last minute.They were settling into a routine of partnership life. But their lovemaking during the days between full moons was waning a little into purely functional sex, a mechanism for cementing their relationship and gratification when the need arose.The time for a decision was fast approaching and she knew it.She waited until he returned from his night time excursions and had fucked her in a frenzy of lust until the morning light returned him to human form.”Josh…” She began, having thought it through and made her choice. “… I want to be like you. I want to hunt with you, run alongside you and I want your children, if that’s possible.” She was surprised at his lack of reaction and thought he hadn’t heard her, so she repeated it closer to his sweat soaked ear.”I hear you Sal.” Was all he had to say before he either fell into a deep sleep, or feigned it.She was badly hurt that such a momentous decision should be treated so lightly, and instead of sleeping along side him, got up, dressed and went into the street where her anonymity would help her grieve for his lack of interest. She walked the freshly washed streets, observing the early morning people, ones she never saw normally. She savoured the smells of the new day and found a coffee at an all nightstand. She had to fend off an advance from a couple of drunken kids who were obviously returning from a party. Her head cleared and she resolved to corner Josh into telling her his true feelings.She let herself back into the apartment and found him sitting on a chair in the window box with his feet propped up on the railing.Neither spoke, waiting for the other to make the first sortie. It was Josh who gave in first.”Sal, have you really thought about what you have asked?”"Of course I bloody have.” She exploded. “I mean, it ain’t like getting married is it?”"Yes, but do you understand the full consequences?”"What like you and I would be together forever? No I hadn’t thought about it.” Her derisive words smacked into him and she saw his wince, but he rallied and looked at her as he spoke.”If you are the same as me, there will be two new slayers in the world, one for each of us, they will be driven into finding us and killing us, because we are different, an abhoration to the norm. You will become an outcast Sal, all of your previous life will alter, everything. We will not be able to stay here, but move and then move again and again. Is that what you want?”Sal looked at him straight into his eyes, then rushed at him as if to attack and hurt him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips before breathing into his mouth… “Yes you fool, I want it. I want you and you had better not forget it.The next full moon found two werewolves prowling the fields for prey. One huge almost black male and his lifelong companion, a sliver grey female in the first flush of pregnancy.
I suppose that it was pure chance, a lucky throw of the dice, and a case of right time, right place, that I met Lisa. The circumstances were hardly usual; in fact shock was possibly the first reaction she evinced from me. Definitely shock. Intrigue and wanton lust also added to the brew of emotions that she caused. The experience of her though, was a life-changing event, one that would never ever diminish in the memory and would alter my perspective on life from that time onwards.I had been called a man who’s name reminded me of an out-board motor. Popolopoulous or something similar, merely trying to pronounce his name sounded like a four-horse-powered engine on the back of a little boat. He wanted a full survey of the outside walls of his house in Maida Vale. A few days later, armed with digital camera and measuring beam, I was “on site”, taking notes and sketching the layout of the building. He had an idea he wanted to build a carport on the side with provision for a vine to grow over a steel trellis.An electronic controlled gate separated them from the busy road that ran through to Paddington Green. From the street level, it was not possible to see the property, completely hidden the dense growth of honeysuckle that draped over the top of the slatted wooden fence over a raised brick wall. Once inside the front garden and with the gate shut, London and its snaking and pollutant traffic were shut out completely. Not even the roar of diesel engines or the whine of small motorbikes penetrated over or through the barrier of brick, timber and foliage.The house and its grounds were a sanctuary of quietitude. Closely mown lawn, laid in concentric arcs, split gravel paths and brick built raise flowerbeds flowed like waves of alternate green, grey and colourful waves up to a Carrerra marble portico with three step as a demarcation from the gravel covered drive that swung in a graceful sweep from the gate at the north side to another supposed gate at the south end.The starkness of the marble contrasted with the deep redness of a clay-brick, two-storey height, Georgian front house with symmetrical bow front windows at ground floor level, on either side of the portico.My professional eye dated the place and took in the condition of the house. Although it wasn’t a remarkable property for the area, the level of maintenance and quality probably added a couple of hundred thousand to the purchase price. I orientated my self and walked along the gravel drive to the right hand side, or south facing gable as it turned out to be. It was at a gap between the gabled end and the partition wall that separated the neighbouring property that the client wanted to erect the carport, under a mature London Plane tree that offered shade.Measuring and pacing took only a little while and then a quick sketch took a short while longer. Engrossed I missed the small, half opened sash window at the side. Music coming from the raised bottom half first attracted my attention and then, my curiosity, because I was supposed to be on the premises alone.I ignored it, marking the position for when I measured that section of wall to precisely plot the chimney flue that protruded on the flank.I suppose I forgot about the window, letting the music drift into background noise until I got to that section, between the front corner and the chimney flue where the window broke up the uniform brickwork set in a Flemish bond.One hand travelled in small circles over the skin of her flat stomach, while the other fell almost lifelessly to the floor at her side. Her knees straightened and her legs parted slightly.Anticipation was adding to my already painful arousal. I visualised what she was about to do and the excitement went immediately to my engorged cock. From my vantage point, I could see her vulva, slick with her juices and swelling with mounting need. I wanted, no, actually needed to plunge into her body, possess it, ride her and bury my myself between her parted thighs, but as any voyeur, I remained a silent witness to her self pleasuring, frightened that any slight movement or noise would spoil the magic of the unfolding scene before me. Besides, I knew well enough that, contrary to the popular male belief that a woman in such a position would, upon spying her audience, invite him in to join in, my intrusion would end in my eviction, most likely with a stream of verbal abuse.Her fingertips had found her moistened lips and parted them slightly. It seemed she was being careful not to touch that most sensitive nub of nerve endings, perhaps leaving it till she was ready, or delaying the moment in self-torture. Carefully her tips separated the swollen lips and her forefinger slipped easily between to disappear into the hidden canal beyond.Another sharp intake of breath announced her invasion of her pleasure pool. The single finger entered and exited in a slow, rhythmic tempo that matched her breathing. She unfolded a second finger and it accompanied the other in its travels into her depths that were hidden from me in shadow.The pace increased and her back arched as her pleasure mounted. Her fingers fucked her hairless sex in a relentless and increasingly bruising drive towards an orgasm. Her chest rose in staccato as her breathing became ragged. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her parted lips. Her head thrashed from side to side with her eyes screwed tightly shut.She lifted her passive hand from the floor and a finger slid straight to her budding clit. The first touch brought forth a rasping gasp that seemed as if it must tear her throat. Mercilessly she rubbed her self while finger fucking herself. The torment to her clit was becoming a rapid tattoo, her legs quivered in uncontrolled rapture. Cries escaped her lips as her orgasm approached. Then she pinched her clit, drawing it forward, pinching the sensitive bud bringing a sharp gasp of indrawn breath between her clenched teeth as if her fingers were red hot and she had burned herself and then, a scream that climbed through an octave shattered the air and she squirted her slickness over and between her fingers to pool on the carpet, before seeping away. Her fingers quickly were sucked dry of her juice, one one, each finger slipped between her rose coloured lips to be drawn into her mouth and cleaned thoroughly.My heart rattled and banged in my chest, seeming to hit my ribs from the inside as if it was trying to escape. My own breathing coming in short gasps as I watched her legs twitching in diminishing waves as her orgasm receded, each wave just slightly less powerful than the last.Then all went very still, breathing, heart, everything as she turned her head, opened her eyes and looked straight at me. Almond shaped azure orbs orientated on the open window and my freeze-framed face, surrounded painted window frame and sash.Her tongue massaged my head, swilling it around in her mouth, the ridges of her palate created tiny vibrations as friction and the pressure of her mouth caused me to come to a point that, if I didn’t stop, would be all over.It was my first touch of her as I gently grasped her head to pull her away, but I think she must have thought that I wanted her to continue, because she thrust her head forward and I entered her throat. Her lips banged against my pubic bone where she had sunk all of my length. I gasped and, not wanting it to end in this way and so quickly, managed to take her off of my throbbing organ and I knelt facing her, breast to breast hip to hip and kissed her deeply. She allowed my tongue to pass between her lips. I tasted my precum on her lips and was intoxicated all over again. She kissed me back, crushing my lips hard against my teeth.Fuck me. She breathed. Fuck me please? It wasn’t a plea, more an implied command.We lay, side side on the floor and I took her in, marvelled again at her flawless beauty. I supported her head with a hand behind her neck and bent to kiss her once more. A fingertip, traced from her throat and the small dip to her breastbone, just lightly touching. Then to her nipple, circling the budding pink nub and watching as the skin around it puckered with what looked like goose bumps. It hardened and deepened in colour as blood infused and desire mounted. My mouth took her other nipple while I manipulated and it too, hardened between my teeth. A little nip drew a sharp intake of breath and a moan as she exhaled.Her taste, when at last I nuzzled into her glorious cleft, was just as intoxicating as the vision. Her juice had a slight bitter sweetness that lingered on my tongue. I found her hooded clit and tip lashed it so softly, barely touching her most sensitive centre. The effect was instantly electric, producing a shock that travelled through her body from her curling toes to the back of her scalp and back down again. She screamed and then moaned loudly as I started to work on her sex with my lapping tongue.She thrust her hands between us and pulled her lips open and the hood back, almost viciously, to expose her swelling clit. It was my pleasure to service her need and I sucked her into my mouth and was rewarded with a flood of her golden come. If my actions were a sublime torture to her, the effect it was having on my libido was just as devastating.My glans ached painfully in its erectness and the need and sheer wantonness of what was happening conspired together to increase my desperate desire to bury myself inside her canal, past the swelling lips of her beautifully scented sex.She spread her legs as I knelt between them and slowly lowered myself until just touching her with the wet end of my cock. Supporting my upper torso on hands either side of her on the floor, I bend and kissed her mouth and slipped my tongue between her lips and my cock slipped between her other secret lips.It had been my intention to push into her slowly, but she had different ideas. Her knees came up and feet interlocked behind my buttocks. It gave me an easy passage into her depths and I was content to be gentle and take it slowly. She pulled me into her using her feet in a violent pull while pushing her hips upwards and forward, forcing my cock to slide straight into her womb. It was my turn to gasp as our pelvic bones clashed in collision. Automatically, I pulled back, only to be forced straight back into her as she pulled be in with a vice like grip that belied her slightness. She forced the pace, driving her hips into me and digging her nails into my back in a desperate fury of motion that built pressure in my balls that could only be released in a flood of my seed into her belly. The pressure was building and I would not last too much longer. She must have gauged my nearness to orgasm through my rapid and uncontrolled breathing because she stopped suddenly and wriggled out from under me with a kiss and a smile that melted my already lost heart.She turned over and knelt facing the still open window. Her ass cheeks provocatively invited me to mount her. In a trance like state and with little self-awareness, I complied and grasped her hips and pulled her back onto my swollen and rigid glans, burying it into her so that my balls slapped her clit. I was able to reach forward and grasp her gorgeous tits raising my knees off the floor in the classic doggy position, relying on her hips to make the rhythm and her arms and knees support the weight of my body.Suddenly, and without any warning of approach, a warm tongue lashed my puckered and raised ass. The shock drove me forward and even deeper into her body. She screamed a single word; yes! Before I could react, the tongue performed its magic again and once more, I drove into her, sinking all of my length and crushing my sacs against her pubic bone.The dog’s tongue was a wonderful addition to what was an utterly fantastic event. Somehow, I managed to keep driving into her, nearing my orgasm. Then, equally without warning, the dog had mounted me, gripping hers and my waists between his front legs, paws locked together. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. His sharply pointed cock drove through my sphincter and into my anal canal. I must have screamed, I suppose I did, but it made no difference, because he thrust into me with a piston like regularity. It was wonderful. The dog fucking me in the ass and me, fucking her at the same rate as his, driven his powerful hips in a blur of motion.His cock caused pressure within and made me even harder and then, suddenly, as sudden as his assault on me, I came. The powerful blasts of come felt as if it ripped through my cock. Over and over, I pulsed into her, filling her womb with my seed while the dog milked me from the inside. I had never felt so abused and satiated at the same time and so switched on and alive.But, I could take no more of the dogs pounding and it was becoming painful being inside her. I had to pull off and managed to disengage from her as the dog dismounted me. I admit, I collapsed in an untidy heap beside her and watched as the dog, which had yet to reach his own climax, mount her. She hadn’t moved and offered her sex to him as she had to me.Eight inches of purple Great Dane cock, piled into her willing body and he took up where I left off. Machine like thrust drove him into her, making her gasp and grunt in time. Perspiration dripped from her brow and sheen collected on her skin.The Danes cock was deep inside and his know has started to swell, forcing her lips cruelly apart until it too, disappeared into her willing depths. She screamed and in an animalistic and primal urge, she shoved back and impaled herself on him.Their combined orgasm was a mixture of grunts, screams a growl that came from deep within the dogs throat. Fluids dripped from her and then gushed as the dog dismounted. They had locked, but her accommodating body had released him easily.”It was ordained”. She told me. I watched you from the window and knew you had to be the one. The one I have waited for.”I don’t even know your name.” I was trying to calm down after the experience, the like I had never known, nor ever would again, in all likelihood.”Its Lisa and this is Max. Your child will be the perfect combination of canine and human, your seed will mix to make the first awaited one. Thank you.” He eyes held me in that thrall again.”I’m R…” She silenced me with a finger on my lips.”I do not need your name, I have all I need from you. Get your clothes.I rolled over to where my clothes lay in a crumpled heap and rolled back. Neither she nor the dog was there, I was suddenly quite alone.MY tentative enquires to my client about the girl and the black Great Dane only brought forth confusion.”We have nobody here like that and we have never had a dog.Was I the co-father of a new race? I was never to find out and always needed to know.
“Comfortable?” His sardonic smile didn’t quite make his eyes.She looked at him through tear swelled and reddened, half closed lids. The saline water of her tears seemed to enhance colours; the silver SS badge on his tunic shone and branded her mind.Not waiting for her reply, he slapped her pussy with the flat of his hand. The resounding smack rebounded off the whitewashed walls. She would have screamed, but the tape across her mouth allowed for a muffled murmff only. Two grease-covered fingers entered her, spreading her lips and forcing her body to receive him. More of the greasy substance was scooped out of an unmarked pot and fingered into her. She didn’t know what to expect, but feared that it wasn’t to be the most pleasant experience of her life.”We will start small Eh?” His voice softly asked, sounding like a kindly Uncle, “No point in ruining the fun all at once is there?” Fake concern flitted across his face as he bent over her, but the sardonic smile stayed in the background.The bonds that tied her to the low level table bit into her wrists and ankles. The rough wood scratched her back and buttocks. She had given up struggling some time ago, thinking that many of the women who entered this hut never came out again. Perhaps, if she complied, she might just see tomorrow, perhaps even the day after, although her future and that of the other fifteen hundred women in the prison camp, was very uncertain. She had been brought here only a month ago, but in that time, she had been beaten, interrogated and half starved. Too many women had been taken out of the huts at night, most of them didn’t come back, or if they did, they usually didn’t say anything, preferring to suffer their cuts and bruises in silence.From a small table alongside where she was tied spread-eagle fashion, he picked up a glass tube, about two inches in diameter and a foot or so long. Gently, almost lovingly, he spread her cunt lips apart and slowly inserted the tube, pushing it in until she felt it pass her outer walls and nestle within the confines of her pussy. A small ridge on the tube prevented her from being able to push it out. It lodged into place. She had the weird sensation of cool air inside her; she could feel the waft of the frigid winter chill hitting her inner self.The Officer turned away from her and once again got something from the table. Hidden from view his body, she couldn’t guess what his intention was. Then, in horror, her eyes beheld what was next. He held a white mouse its tail. The small rodent struggled to be free and waved its small paws around ineffectually. The girl prayed to her God for the nightmare to end. It seemed he wasn’t listening.Carefully, the white mouse was pushed head first into the tube. She couldn’t see exactly what was happening, prone as she was, but her brain described vivid pictures for her. The officer picked up a short stick from the table and began to push the mouse down the tube. Then it was inside of her. Its small claws scrabbled at the walls of her cunt in an effort to escape. He pulled the tube out, leaving the animal inside her. Tears of shame and outrage coursed down her cheeks, this was the ultimate indignity, but worse, the bastard was enjoying what he was doing.Horrified, she looked into his eyes that were grey, dead and expressionless. Only the slight upturn of the corners of his mouth gave any clue to what he felt.His grease covered fingers played over her lips, massaging her clit and brushing against her anus. All the while, the mouse inside her was trying to get out. She could feel its frenzied attempts to escape. She thought the walls of her cunt would rupture from its sharp little paws. It felt like someone was using a file on her walls. After a few minutes, the rodents movements became lesser and weaker. Then, eventually, they stopped altogether. She guessed it had died from asphyxia. Her revulsion was complete and she dry heaved, but her stomach had nothing to regurgitate.Electrical clamps were fastened onto her nipples, the teeth biting cruelly into the sensitive skin, piercing and drawing small droplets of blood. The pain was excruciating, her nipples responded automatically, becoming hard points or pain centres. There were eight teeth on the clamps, she could feel each one as it pierced her skin and forced her nipple swell with blood.Without warning, he thrust his fingers into her cunt and wriggled them around, she thought he was forcing the mouse further inside her, but felt some relief when he eventually pulled out the dead, pink tinged rodent. In its effort to get free, it had scratched her inside, enough to draw blood. He smiled his satisfaction at the result.________________________________________________________She could feel the warm trickle of blood ooze from her slit and dribble onto the table, wetting her anus. She closed her eyes and prayed again in silent anguish. In her subjugated position, she didn’t hear the entry of one of the German shepherd dogs that the SS were so fond of. She missed entirely, the clicking of its claws on the concrete floor. Her first awareness was the hot tongue that lashed along her slit and effectively cleaned her from the frothy blood that was caking her lips.The dog stood at her pussy end and licked her secretions. Its tongue slid in long strokes from her arse to her blond haired mound. Skilfully, it pushed its tongue between the lips and gained entry to her moistness. The tempo increased as the friction decreased and her treacherous juices began to flow.The officer watched and grinned, offering no assistance to the animal, only encouragement. He allowed this for a short while then pulled the dogs head up and away from her. Relief turned to sheer terror when she realised what he intended to do next.He positioned the compliant dog over her prone body, placing its forepaws either side of her waist, then he massaged the animal’s cock. All the time, whispering words of encouragement. Eventually, it was a hard throbbing reddish mauve weapon. Bigger than anything she had seen in her short life. He pulled the sheath back until the dog’s knot was visible and lined it up with the woman. The dog shifted position and thrust it’s hips forward. He then guided the monstrous dog cock between her lips and into her cunt. Although it was an unnatural position for the dog, she guessed training had been given, because the dog started to hump, its cock growing all the while and going deeper into her. The pain from her already ruined pussy was intense and felt like she was on fire, but her body betrayed her and instinct took control, she raised as best she could, her hips to meet the thrusts of the dog. She climaxed involuntarily and felt ashamed it, but she had no control over her body. Her humiliation was complete; she knew the officer had witnessed her climax.The dog wasn’t finished though. Its thrusts continued unabated and were becoming more urgent. Her breasts jiggled with the dog’s thrusts and made her painfully aware of the clamps that still bit into her skin.Then, a slight shift of its hips and spreading its legs, his fist sized knot banged against her cunt lips and, with a final effort, the dog pushed himself all the way into her and pumped white hot come in long spurts against her womb. The dog threw its head back and roared its domination and success over her. Eventually, the dogs knot relaxed and was pulled from her body without ceremony. He licked at her bruised and pouting cunt, cleaning her of his traces. She shivered and gave him the benefit of a shower over his muzzle. She was too exhausted now to even cry. Her head lolled to one side and she either slept or went into a state of semiconciousness, either way, she shut down and stayed that way for an hour or so.She woke to a familiar smell. One she hadn’t smelled for a long time. Her eyes wouldn’t open where they had become sore and encrusted from crying. The tape and the clamps had been removed from her mouth and nipples. But, she recognised the smell from her childhood. Horse. Slowly, feeling returned to her. Something huge was stuffed into her cunt, she hoped it wasn’t a horse dick; she had seen several as a child and was amazed at the size they could reach.Her hopes were not answered. In her relaxed condition, a horse had been brought in and the mushroom head was now firmly engulfed her body, the horse was humping and squealing. She could feel the head of the animal pulsing inside her. Suddenly, the horse was removed from her with a loud pop, which felt as if her guts were being sucked out through her vagina. A wave of relief flooded through her, but was short lived.The horse had been turned around and now, instead of being lined up with her cunt mouth; its huge cock was directly in line with her face, but more importantly, her mouth.Her eyes opened in time to see the officer jerking the stiff cock, running both his hands up and down the twitching horses meat. His timing was perfect. He horse reached its climax, but just as it did so, the officer placed the head of its cock against her lips. The force of the jism that erupted from the horse pushed her mouth open and she gagged on the steady stream of horse come. It covered her face, neck and breasts. It slipped down her throat and almost choked her. It ran in rivulets into her ears, through her hair and pooled on the table. Still it came and still, she had to deal with the constant flow of liquid that she either swallowed or drowned on.Eventually, the horse withdrew its tool and then it was led away. She hoped and prayed that would be it. She was almost right; the Officer jerked himself off, adding his come to that of the horses in her throat. It was the least of the violations she had endured.Her reasoning left her again and sleep took her until she woke next to her husband in their cell. She had nothing to say. How could she ever tell him and besides, her regard for her husband had suffered. She didn’t hate him, but somehow, he was the same as the officer who had abused her so badly. She figured that he would be capable of doing the same things to her.For the next few weeks, they were given extra food. It was to be the difference between starvation and salvation as the allied forces marched into view. Their liberators spoke in a language she couldn’t make head or tail of. Russian she thought, but couldn’t be sure. It didn’t matter very much, the soldiers chose from the group and then gang raped those they wanted.Eventually, she, her husband and the rest were set free, but had nowhere to go to. It mattered little to her. She had become a prisoner inside her mind and never ventured into reality again. The torture continued for her and never stopped.