Beastiality

Summer break had always been a long-anticipated escape for Angela. In high school summer meant freedom and no responsibility. College summers spelled a momentary reprieve from the nightmarish credit schedule she had labored through while earning the degree she treasured.

Angela was a doctor of human behavioral psychology.

This summer was a special one; two years of a successful practice and it was time for a three-month vacation in a place she’d never been.

The rays of the increasingly early May morning sun gently probed her eye lids. Like a tide slowly ebbbing, creeping onto a shore, consciousness began its quiet assault on her dreams. As she roused, ever so slowly, images of the night’s dreams still danced recklessly through her mind like a spontaneously ended play’s actors scattering into the wings. Flashes of hot breath, of extreme arousal piqued with a somehow exquisite pain, tinges of a primality so raw she felt almost sub human, almost… animal… the vivid sense of a sexuality so very natural and raw that it… and that was when she realized, reluctantly for that split second of lingering, that she was very, very late.

Angela bounded out of her door to the cab as it began to impatiently leave the curb where it had been waiting for nearly a half hour while Angela attempted to do four hours of packing in ten minutes. Whether the driver had been called to a more reliable fare or was simply spiteful for having waited so long Angela did not know. What she did know, though, was that the transportation that was to carry her, her shabbily packed bag, and her non-refundable one-way ticket from San Francisco to New Zealand to the airport was rapidly fading into the distance. It was a two-hour drive to the bus station. It was a four hour drive.

Tears began but were held back scornfully. “I’ve aced O chem finals. I’ve explained bone structures mathmatically. I’ve spoken in front of hundreds of people. I can find a fucking way to get to this airport right now.” she thought out loud.
“Well, the fucking isn’t necessary but if you’re bound for the airport, lass, I can certainly accomodate that desire.” spoke a woman sitting on a suitcase. She was smoking a cigarette that smelled not-so-subtly of something you might purchase in a basement in India… and vanilla.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Angela replied, shocked to have had an audience, picking her bag up and holding it to her chest quickly. “I had no idea you were there!”
“Not a problem. You’re airport bound? San Francisco, yes?” The woman’s red hair was explained very simply and succinctly by her accent; unmistakably Irish but muted a bit by years of living in the language-murdering Western United States.
“Well, you’d certainly be saving my life… not to mention however much that prick would have charged me!” Angela admitted.
“Right, then. It’s in the auto with you, then. We’re set to leave in about ten minutes, which might be just enough time for you to put on some knickers.” Angela realized with no small amount of embarassment that, as she nearly lept out of the house, that she had not only neglected to put panties on, but that her haphazardly donned skirt had been snagged on her bag as she jerked it from the ground, leaving little of her to imagination.

Fifteen minutes later Angela was slightly better packed and waiting in the passenger seat of a large van, wondering just what, exactly, this woman was in the business of. There were two laptops and some duffel bags in the front of the van. The rear was dominated by some very large pillows, closely resembling a bed. One of the duffel bags was open and Angela, curious as always and having nothing better to do, glanced in. There were what looked like thirty or forty DVD cases, each marked with single names, a date and the name of a city. Was this woman some kind of photographer? The names were all female. She found Candi’s disc, ran across Erica’s and then picked up Tiffany’s. How very, very odd…
The bark nearly sent Angela in to put new panties on for a second time that morning. As she turned her head she found herself face to face with a large German Shepherd. “Meet Frankie.” the red haired woman chimed joyfully. “He’s just checking you out. You’re new and you’re in his travelling space.” Angela froze as the woman opened the door and let Frankie examine Angela’s frozen person. He lept his front paws onto the door ledge and sniffed her face, moving to her hands and then directly to her crotch. Angela stared in pure shock as the dog began to nudge her skirt up with his nose while gently licking the middle of her thighs and parting her legs. She looked, helplessly and completely stunned, to the woman, who simply rose an eyebrow, smirked mischeviously and gave her a glance that very clearly said, “What are you going to do about that?” Angela realized then that Frankie had moved completely up her thigh and was now actually tonguing the thin layer of panty in front of her apparently irresistible pussy.

A flash of the primal…

Angela grasped what was happening and managed a quiet “Help.” The woman tsked mock-scornfully and pulled Frankie down despite his yearning to keep doing what he was doing. “Well, you’ve met Frankie. I’m Elle and don’t be expecting that same treatment from me so quickly, eh?” she joked. Perhaps.
Coming out of her state of shock Angela gracefully came back with, “Well, at least some male has the balls to be forward enough to get in there! For working with tubes and hoses all day, most doctors aren’t what you’d call “skilled”…”
“Yeah, I bet. Gotta go back in and call ahead to make sure my appointment is ready and waiting when we get there. Gonna be about fifteen more minutes. Ya al’rright with Frankie back there?”
Angela hesitated for a moment and then realized how foolish she was being. “Of course! I’m a big girl. Will your wireless reach out here? I’d like to check my email on your laptop if that’s ok.”
“Knock yourself out.” Elle let Frankie in the side back door and headed back in. Angela watched as he lay down on his huge cusion, put his head on his paws and looked directly at her. He licked his chops once and let his jaws close with a decisive “slomp”.

Angela stooped into the back and took a laptop. She sat near Frankie but not that near. She accessed her email easily enough. Janice was eagerly anticipating her arrival in New Zealand. Fantastic! Another sidelong-romantic email from her ex… spam… spam… Angela decided she’d create a fun email for Janice in outlook. She started hunting around for it in the Start menu. Nothing in programs… nothing on the desktop… Angela thought, “Maybe an old document will be outlook!” She wheeled the mouse over the documents and found lables like those on the videos. All .wmv files. All names, dates and locations. Angela peered into the house to see Elle typing away furiously. Angela clicked a file named “Hannah, 6-12-05, Chico CA”.
A beautiful young girl’s face popped up on the screen. She had to be, what, 20? Definitely over 18, she thought. She was very happy but looked a little nervous. The sound was muted so Angela minimized the player and found the volume.
“… gets much bigger once it’s inside, believe me. So are ‘ya ready, darlin’?” A familiar Irish-spiked voice cooed. Angela brought up the player again and her breath caught in her chest.

The camera had zoomed out while she fiddled with the volume. The screen now displayed the beautiful girl completely naked and stroking the belly of a German Shepherd.

“What the fuck…”

Angela watched, mezmorized, as the girl began taking instructions from the Irish voice.
“Allright, now go right ahead. Don’t be shy, lass! Think of it like any man’s.” Hannah began to stroke the shepherd’s penis. Angela watched as a red tip began to protrude from the shepherd’s furry crotch.
“Is this right? I can’t believe I’m doing this. Oh my god, oh my god. Am I doing it right?” Hannah was getting into this and Angela was absolutely hypnotized. This was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.
“Aye, aye. Now he’s getting a bit ready. Go ahead and get in the position I showed you, lass.” Elle’s voice floated from behind the camera. As Hannah began to stand up on her knees the shepherd began to jump on her. Hannah barely managed to land on her hands and knees before the shepherd had his paws around her waist and was humping desperately in between her legs.

Save the gasps, Angela was not even breathing.

A whimper from the back of the van. Angela turned her head slowly as it dawned on her that the shepherd in the van with her right now was the one in the video… with Hannah… she turned back to the screen. Suddenly Frankie’s hips got much flatter and Hannah gasped loudly.
“Oh my god, he’s in. He’s inside of me! Oh my god, oh my god!!” Hannah began moaning as Frankie continued to hump. The camera angle changed quickly and suddenly the union between Hannah and Frankie was visible; the camera was now under them and looking up. Angela stared in pure amazement as she watched Frankie’s red cock slide in and out, in and out, in and out of this girl as she screamed in pure ecstacy. This went on for nearly a minute. Angela looked at Frankie, looked at the screen and looked at him again. She was watching this dog fuck this girl like an animal. Frankie’s dick was h u g e. Angela began looking at how it was stretching the girl’s pussy and only getting bigger. She began to wonder if it would stretch hers as thick as it was, because she was pretty tight, but if she was wet… she realized then that her hand had begun to test her pussy by itself. She already had two fingers in and didn’t even realize it. This was so incredible, so different and so, somehow, familiar.

Frankie smelled something very dear to him. Something that had become so indicitive of mating that he began to get hard at its presence in the air. As Angela pulled her now sopping panties off she released a waft of pheromones irresistible to Frankie. He moved over to her and began licking at her leg. Angela looked at him like he was crazy. She looked to the screen, looked to her pussy… this seemed right.
Angela moved her hand over to Frankie’s snout. “Is this what you like, boy? Is this it? Is this how Hannah smelled?” “I can’t believe I just said that!” she whispered in her mind. “Good boy.” Frankie licked up her arm and then moved directly to the source of the pheromones. His tongue was gentle. She began to spread her legs wider to give him access… oh, Jesus, it was rough but soft enough to give pressure on her lips without being abrasive… strong, steady laps, Frankie began turning his head, pressing deeper into her as she began breathing heavier and heavier… before she knew it his tongue was moving into her as deep as most men did with their cocks. It was an invitational invasion, a welcome exploration as he moved deeper and deeper into her.

Angela was unaware of two things; first, that Elle had heard the familiar sounds of Hannah’s encounter as she was walking back to the van with her keys and decided to watch the results from the rear window, and, secondly, that Frankie was getting very, very hard. As he licked deeper into her vagina he pulled more and more of the juice that had become synonomous with fucking into his mouth. Angela began to climax. This was happening so fast, so fast, she was realizing things minutes after they were happening. She was riding this dog’s tongue like a mechanical bull with a vibrator tied to it. The orgasm came in waves and kept hitting her, pounding her mind with each increasingly fast lick of Frankie’s tongue. She came violently and felt herself creaming deliciously onto his tongue, which he lapped up with utmost eagerness.

As a second orgasm was becoming evident Frankie reached the point of no return. He very suddenly put his head on the side of her hip and flipped her over, expertly placing her on her hands and knees. Before Angela knew was was happening she was still mid-cumming when she was turned and law with her face on her hands and her ass in the air while her skirt dangled around her tits. Something distant told her that something was about to happen, but the images from her dream, they were back and already so vivid…

Frankie lept and grasped Angela’s waist. She realized what that distant feeling was. She saw Hannah, suddenly remembering Frankie’s huge, soft, pink dick and how it looked moving in and out of her. She waited a split second too long as arousal and logic did mortal battle. She felt a hard, sticky object prodding the back of her thigh, prodding again a bit higher, again near her pink anus, again directly into her clit and then… in her mind, in slow motion she saw Frankie’s hips flattening out against Hannah’s ass at the precise moment that he entered her. Time slowed as she felt him slide in. Each stroke lasted an eternity. Each stroke was a half an orgasm and he was only speeding up. Ecstacy gripped her so absolutely that she began to run her middle and pointer finger around her pussy as he pounded into her, drooling on her back and in her hair. She felt her tits brushing the ground of the van. He slid in and out expertly, lubed completely by her juices and his own saliva, he had free reign to completely ravish her pussy.
“Oh, god, oh, god, oh Frankie fuck me fuck me, oh yes oh god yes oh god yes give it to me yes yes fuck me fuck me oh JESUS yes oh GOD” Frankie began making longer, deeper strokes, fucking into her in ways that she never imagined possible. His shaft was now very wide and with each stroke he grew a very little bit, which meant that each time he pumped into her she was taking into her pussy the biggest cock of her life. She came rapidly, losing count as she massaged the area around which he was fucking her. She reached back and grabbed his legs, wanting to hold him, wanting to pull him in deeper, deeper.

Outside Elle had both hands busy. The busiest was the one in her panties. She had never seen one of her girls bond with Frankie so quickly. She had watched Frankie fuck hundreds of girls but never with such primal lust as this. And for so long! She began to grind the door of the van with her hand as the friction point… this was incredible… it was a very, very, very good thing that she was taping this…

Angela was in a state of pure pleasure unimagined until that point. Frankie was now riding her absolutely hilt-deep. Each stroke glanced her cervix and stretched her out just a little more. He was thick enough to be tapping his huge pink cock on her G-spot with each pump. As she came for the twelfth time that hour she reached back and grabbed his legs again as her back arched and her toes curled. Frankie pumped once, hard, again, harder, and she could feel his balls flopping against her pussy… and then, with one mighty and final stroke that sent Angela into a deep cum-moan that shook the van itself, slipped his knot into her very wet and very loosened pussy. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Angela felt a huge presence in her pussy. Frankie was resting on her back while his huge pink dick was still huge and swolen inside her. She reached back between her legs and began sliding her fingers around the very spot where her pussy was taking him in. As she stroked she felt him surge gently and an incredible sensation began. The warmth in her belly was amazing. As Frankie began to cum deep, deep in her she began moaning again, the cum already dripping out as he slowly pulsed, completely happy having fucked this incredible bitch so well. She humped back into him, riding him still as he came and came, lines of cum dripping down her legs, beginning in the very deepest part of her pussy, flowing past her labia, down her inner thighs and down onto the van floor. She stroked him all while he was letting his seed flow into her.

Elle had already cum twice onto her hand. She looked down and realized that she had torn her panties. Those were expensive panties. He hand was cramped and she had scratched the paint on the van with her bracelet. God knows how many people had witnessed what she had just done, a hand full of video camera and a hand full of her own post-masturbatory juices.

Slowly, slowly, almost subliminally, Angela began to realize the situation. She was lying in a stranger’s van, basically naked, soaked in cum… oh, and with an 8 inch dog dick in her pussy. “Come to think of it,” she thought, “Why is this dog’s dick still inside of me?” She began to stand up and felt pressure on the inside of her pussy. Frankie simply lay on her, knowingly. A shimmer of panic whispered into her stomach. As she leaned up she realized that Frankie was… stuck… inside of her pussy. “Oh, Dear Jesus, what happened???” She leaned forward again and started toying with the base of his dick. She felt one more great spurt of cum inside her and frankie sighed audibly, collapsing onto her completely. The shimmer grew to a glare. How was this possible? He couldn’t have fit in there like that!! “My pussy is only so big! It feels like he’s got a goddam mango in there sideways!” she thought aloud.
“Relax and let him finish, lass.” came a voice from the front of the van. Angela froze, wide eyed and scared out her mind, facing the back of the van.

The glare grew to a wildfire of panic in her mind.

“If you give him a moment he’ll return to size and slide out of you. Give him a chance and he’ll even clean up after himself, dear.” Elle moved slowly over to the frozen Angela and affectionately reached a hand down between her legs. She took a moment and felt around, spending a couple of extra seconds with her fingers lingering around all of Angela’s most sensetive areas. She spoke softly to Frankie and whispered a few things. A moment later Frankie was pulling away from Angela. The pressure grew as Angela felt like her pussy lips were going to rip from front to back. She yelped as the knot passed all the way out of her with a pop that only Elle fully appreciated. As Frankie’s retreating member slid out of Angela’s warm, soaked hole a torrent of semen flowed from her.
“Jesus Christ, girl, could you leave some for the rest of us! Frankie’s not fucked like that for years!” Elle exclaimed as she watched the release spill out. She reached a hand in and started wiping some of the sopping cum from the now sobbing Angela’s spent pussy. Sliding a finger into Angela she saw just how stretched she was; a second and third finger fit easily. The sheer volume of the semen and the puddle gathering around Angela’s knees told her exactly how much Frankie had enjoyed finding this, his newest bitch. “Damn dog hasn’t fucked me like that in a long time.” She thought ruefully. She slid her tongue once along Angela’s still quivering slit, put the camera in the front seat and pulled a towel out of a duffel bag.
Two Steps Back

I could not believe the sensation as he slid into me. It was a combination of the totally forbidden, the almost unimaginable, being sneaky and being the most complete slut I could possibly fathom.

It was sex as sex should always be.

I had no idea what was happening from the moment Frankie flipped me over to the moment that he slid into me. That time flashed by so quickly I doubt I took a single breath. However, after he mounted me and began sliding his pink cock into me time slowed to years in a second. He slid into my lips, parting them effortlessly and slipping in like he belonged there. Holy God, each time he pumped me, each time he fucked that pink dick relentlessly into my slit, orgasms mounted that nearly blinded me. His penis was so slick that, after those few pumps that it took for him to find me, he slid into me with one smooth, firm pump. And he did it with a cock bigger than any I had seen…
As he slid in and out of me, rhythmically pumping, drumming my pussy with that soft, huge dog dick, he started to swell. He started to grow. Every slide pushed the walls of my pussy out a little farther, put more and more pressure on my G spot, pushing me over the edge and nearly paralyzing me right then and there. What started as a 7 inch long and very thick pink penis slowly and deliciously became an 8 or 9 inch VERY THICK cock that widened out my hole with its every move.
As we started moving together, making the same pumps, I started taking him in even better, helping him to push into me and to slide deeper and deeper, actually into my cervix so I could take him all the way until I could feel his balls flopping against my mound. When he began to cum I thought I was going to start seeing dog semen flowing from my mouth. When he let his load go it filled my whole pussy, every inch of the inside of me. It felt like he had fucked every single centimeter of my insides.

It was like I had this dog embedded in the deepest part of me.

As the waves subsided I learned something very important; when you let a dog slide into your pussy you need to be careful not to let him finish inside of you. He will tie with you, keeping you there so he can completely take you and fill you with every drop of his cum. This is what I experienced when I tried to pull his then massively swolen penis out of my incredibly stretched and stimulated hole.

It was at that moment that I realized humiliation more raw and overwhelming than any I had ever imagined. Naked at school dream, tampon strings, my first period in gym class, caught stuffing the bra, all of these were gravel to the absolute boulder of chest-crushing exposure that I felt at that moment.
I had just been found, by a stranger, fucking said stranger’s huge dog in her van which I had crawled into less than one hour ago. It was evident that I had been snooping through her things. I was almost completely naked and totally frozen; I had not moved since hearing her voice after Frankie pulled out of me. The transition from pure pleasure to complete panic to sheer terror lad left me without the ability to move or speak, only to stare at the very spot I had been glancing at when Elle returned and began speaking.
What she said was inconsequential; what she did was what mattered. I could not see her, but suddenly I felt a hand gently slide along my belly and trace up to my pussy. She started gently rubbing the area around where Frankie and I were bonded. She was massaging the base of his cock and alternately rubbing me, opening up my labia and sliding two fingers in and around the less-swolen part of him, right behind the mass that was holding me to him.
When Frankie began to pull out of me it was like childbirth cliffnotes; my pussy went from what guys called “fucking perfectly tight” to wide enough to accomodate a grapefruit in a garden hose. When the tie finally passed it sounded like someone opening a very, very large, very, very wet tupperware lid. It was as it someone dumped a bucket of warm cream down my naked back legs; his cum literally soaked my legs, pooling at my knees and in a puddle directly below my pussy where it was dripping like a broken shower head… a broken shower head of dog cum.
She began to examine my hole. I wondered if I was hurt. She began sliding a finger into me. Then two. Then three. Her fingers moved away and a quick, warm sensation came and went, leaving a moisture that cooled quickly in the air. She had run her tongue once along my lips, bottom to top. She was audibly pleased.

Then Elle spoke.

“Well, you’re a bloody fast learner, aren’t you, dear?” She crawled around to face me. I was still frozen in utter horror. She affectionately reached down and fixed my shirt and cleaned up my hair a bit. She took the towel and placed it on the ground next to me. She guided me to sit on it. “This will accomplish two things, love. First, it will save me from even more clean up than I already have. Secondly, you’re going to want to sit on something very soft for a spell…”
As I gently rested my increasingly sore rear onto the towel I could see the first purpose. As the holding area for the majority of the semen was tipped over a great deal spilled out onto the towel. I could barely believe what I was seeing; it looked and felt like I was pissing pure cum onto this towel.
“Hard to believe how much he can stuff in there, isn’t it? You’ve got more room than you think, lass. Like a mini-storage for our boy here!” I was far too mortified to laugh. “Oh, come on, dear, it’s all right. You can see from the movie that’s still playing there that this isn’t the first time I’ve helped a girl out of a bad knot. I must say, you handled yourself very well. Things get messy and doctors get involved when girls panic and start trying to escape before Frankie is done. Seen girls get torn. Not pretty, lass, not pretty.” I realized then how lucky I was to only doubt my ability to walk for a while.
Elle reached down under the towel and began patting off my still-dripping pussy. It felt like she was more comfortable with me than the closest lover I had ever known, like she had just witnessed my most exposed moment and was now, minutes later, pat-drying my slit while it dripped with dog cum. She very matter of factly slid one finger into me and, like an accomplished baker testing a cake dough, swirled it around the inside rim of my vagina. She then, with the same nearly business-like aire, innocently looked me in the eye and stuck the finger in her mouth. I stared agape.
“Open mouth, I see. It really is an aquired taste. Here you go.” She repeated the swirl and, before I realized what was happening, placed the finger into my mouth. I shut my mouth reflexively, cleaning the finger of its load. The taste was so different from what I could have expected. It was nuttier and heartier than a man’s cum and yet… much runnier, not as sticky. It was the sticky of a popsicle dripping onto your fingers instead of the sticky of elmer’s glue that you had gotten onto your hands.
“I… I… I don’t… I’m so sorry…” I muttered, tears brimming.
“Oh, sweetheart, that’s like me apologizing to you for being here to give you a ride. Don’t dream of it.” She spoke tenderly and caressed my shoulder as she spoke, assuring me that I had done no wrong. “Would you like to see how it’s done, though? I mean, really done?” My wordlessness must have sounded like a yes to her as she helped me out of the van and lead me to her apartment.
As she unlocked the door a loud scratching came from the other side of the thick wood. A deep, guttural whimpering could be heard.
“Angela, it is my pleasure to introduce you to…” the door swung open and an enormous bull mastiff bounded out.

“…Thor.”

Frankie probably weighed in the neighborhood of 90 pounds. Thor looked more like 150. He was as tall as my hip, as long as, well, as long as any dog I had ever seen, that’s for sure, and he possessed a head the size of a Christmas turkey.
“Right, then. I guess I’ve had my show, looks like it’s your turn, then, isn’t it?” Elle lead Thor into a back room. I stood, silent and stunned, my mind moving from shock to prediction; just what was about to happen? Who the fuck WAS this woman and AM I ON SOME WICKED DRUGS RIGHT NOW???????????????
“Standing there isn’t going to get me fucked any faster, lass. Let’s move, now, shall we?”
I moved. I followed her into the back room, something of a lounge. It was rather cavernous for the area. How could she afford something like this? There were three different tripods, a backdrop, seas of cushions and various lights around the room.
“Welcome to the studio. It’s a film shop on weekdays and a zooclub on the weekends.”
“Zooclub?” I pondered aloud.
“Yes, a zooclub. It’s where people like you and I go to make love to beautiful animals like Thor, here.”
“No, it’s where people like YOU go to make love to animals. I’m not…”
“Oh, too right, then, lass, so that little fuckfest in my van wasn’t making love to an animal? What was it, checking his pulse and combing his coat? Don’t fight it, love. That was the best sex of your life.”
“No it wasn’t.” I argued, contentuously.
“Then why did you say, ‘This is the best sex of my life!’ as Frankie slipped his knot into you?”
“I… well, I guess I was cumming so I was talking crazy…”
“If you were cumming then something was going right, love. Anyway, I need you to hold the camera.”
Elle handed me her handycam. Very small and very light with a tiltable screen. She then proceeded to strip herself completely nude, which wasn’t hard considering that she wore only a wrap sweater and a skirt. Two items. As her sweater came off I noticed just how Irish her figure was; her hips were wide but slender. Her breasts were large, maybe Cs, but her nipples were almost invisibly pink, a mock-match to her brilliantly red hair. It wasn’t until she was fully naked that I realized how green her eyes were against the contrast of her almost ivory-white skin. It was not the sickly white of an Everquest addict, but the milk white of one with skin so fair the sun’s scars might forever damage it. Even in this utter sea of confusion, her utter beauty stunned me.
She had an interesting design crafted from her bush; a sharply angled triangle, more of an arrow without a tail, pointing down. I followed the direction with my eyes and encountered what must have been the immaculate vagina. I beheld in the utmost envy lips that parted themselves, bereft of the wear and tear I would have imagined. She must have been looking forward to this encounter because her clit was already perking up…
“Well, that’s quite a stare you’ve got on ya, lass. Come here, then.” She knelt and beckoned me over. I came to her and knelt in front of her.
The light was fairly dim.
She took my sweater off in one smooth pull. Her fingers caressed my back just the way I had always longed for someone to caress my back, just in the nape barely above the crest where my hips end and my spine begins. Hairs stood up. My shirt disappeared with equal ease and poise. Her hands came to my back in an embrace. A soft kiss. Muscles tensed. She kissed with the genuine tenderness that I had secretly always imagined another woman might understand. Hands fell to my skirt and it vanished, not missed. My hands had moved to her back, slowly, barely touching her for fear that it might feel better than it already did. Her kiss dissolved as she breathed along the side of my cheek, naturally turning my head in anticipation. A whisper.
“You… are going… to love this…”
She stopped moving altogether. I tensed, wondering if I had done something wrong. I leaned away and looked to her to determine the cause. She was staring at something very intently and deliberately. I followed her gaze and my eyes met Thor as his whimper met my ear. Elle’s hand moved to her crotch. A finger slid in, easily passing the swelling lips. All the while her eyes never left Thor’s.
A low growl was heard. Keeping eye contact the entire time, Elle gently backed away from me and moved onto one of the larger cusions which covered nearly 10×10 feet of the floor. She loudly slapped the area immediately above her downwards-facing arrow. Thor lept to his feet and the low growl intensified.
I felt as if I was witnessing a battle of wills. It seemed odd, though, as I knew they were both working towards the same goal. Thor began to move toward Elle. She inserted another finger, now with 2 moving around inside her pussy. Another slap. Thor moved alongside Elle. His growl was interrupted by occasional nips and toothless bites to her arms as she knelt there, still essentially standing on her knees. She took her fingers from her now very wet pussy and placed them directly into Thor’s mouth. He licked them like a thirsty man licks ice. He continued to lick, attacking her fingers from every angle, dwarfing her with his size all the while. It was then that I noticed him beginning to hump at nothing. I could see the red tip of his dick, just like Frankie in the van… but this tip was sizeably larger than Frankie’s…
Elle gently moved her hand, leading Thor like a matador leads a bull, directly to her pussy. She expertly transitioned his powerful licks from her finger to her sopping honey pot. His licks physically moved her. His tongue must have been so ridiculously strong… I mean, he was MOVING her with that contact alone. After three of these licks Elle began a quiet moan, puncuated by gasps and heaves.
“Angela, come here.” She looked me in the eyes and I saw passion. I moved to her.
“You… oh, god, yes… were watching Hannah from Chico… oh, good boy, good boy… weren’t you, love?” She asked in between words of encouragement and sounds of pleasure.
“Um, yes, Elle.” I replied, lost in the view.
“Do you remember what she was doing with Frankie in the beginning…” she paused to lean back on her knees to give Thor better access. He responded by tilting his head and licking deeper into her. She let out a loud, short moan. “…Good lord, this Thor! Yes, what Hannah was doing with Frankie. With her hand, do you remember?” She barely got the words out before another moan ripped from her mouth.
“Yes, I think so, why?” I asked, naively. Elle responded by looking half disappointed in my question and half ready to collapse in orgasm. She pointed with her eyes at Thor’s growing cock. I looked to her and made a face as if to say, “You want me to do WHAT with it??”
“Christ, love, put your hands on it and use what you learned in college!” She rattled off in very fast, very impatient Irish-thick words as she continued to ride Thor’s tongue, one hand behind her back to support and one hand holding her pussy open even farther so he could get the peanut butter from the bottom of the jar.
I reached out and touched it. I placed my hand on the sheath that surrounded his cock and moved it back and forth a couple of times. After a couple of minutes and well before I knew it, he had grown even more, now a full inch of red protruding from his sheath.
Elle suddenly flipped over and spread her legs. In a flash Thor’s sheath disappeared from my hand. He saddled up behind Elle and waited. This dog was trained.
“Now, be a good lass and turn on that camera, if you please.” I did. “Now come and film this from a couple of feet away.” I positioned myself and began recording. She moved her hand back and grabbed ahold of Thor’s sheath, guiding him to her waiting hole. He pumped once, missed. Another pump and… he slid squarely into her. His hips flattened out in a fashion that was becoming increasingly familiar to me.
I reached out and touched it. I placed my hand on the sheath that surrounded his cock and moved it back and forth a couple of times. After a couple of minutes and well before I knew it, he had grown even more, now a full inch of red protruding from his sheath.
Elle suddenly flipped over and spread her legs. In a flash Thor’s sheath disappeared from my hand. He saddled up behind Elle and waited. This dog was trained.
“Now, be a good lass and turn on that camera, if you please.” I did. “Now come and film this from a couple of feet away.” I positioned myself and began recording. She moved her hand back and grabbed ahold of Thor’s sheath, guiding him to her waiting hole. He pumped once, missed. Another pump and… he slid squarely into her. His hips flattened out in a fashion that was becoming increasingly familiar to me.

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Elle’s gasp was less one of surprise than of anticipation realized. Even as Thor pumped into my hand I knew he was nearly twice the diameter of Frankie and much harder initially. Having only glanced at Elle’s pussy I could only imagine how she could possibly be taking this monstrosity into her hole.
Thor’s thrusts were incredibly powerful. Each push picked Elle up and moved her a foot forward, sometimes a foot to the side as he adjusted. The difference in size between them was amazing; he now towered over her, pushing his enormous cock into her with increasing power. It took effort to stay with them and keep the camera filming from behind, that perfect angle where each pump revealed a little bit of that red cock, just enough to show you what was pushing those pussy lips apart so well.

Suddenly, Elle grabbed hold of a pole that was mounted in the room, gripping it tightly about a foot away from her head, anchoring herself to that spot. Thor continued his thrusts as she helt fast, rocking her up and pushing Thor deeper than I thought possible. She screamed, not in fear or pain, but in pure sensual torture. Her scream echoed in my mind, bringing me right back to the sound that came from my mouth as Frankie pulled his knot from my dripping pussy lips. She gasped, “Ride me, Thor, push it in, push it in, deeper, boy, I KNOW you can go deeper… oh god, oh GOD, oh god… fuck it fuck it…” I found my hand reaching for where my legs came together. I couldn’t help but to moan along with her… the sensuality of the moment, the absolutely unbridled and unmatched SEX of that second… I came.

My orgasm peaked and relented for a moment. I opened my eyes.

It was at that point that I first saw Thor’s knot.

This knot was roughly the size of my clenched fist, probably bigger. I pulled my hand from my pussy and reached out, watching the viewfinder, and touched this amazing ball of flesh. It was smooth… I put my hand around it and felt it from different angles. I placed a finger alongside his cock as he rammed it into Elle’s pussy, which I think she noticed as her moans changed for a moment. My fingers were already very wet so they slid in easily, fucking Elle in tandem with Thor’s amazing member. I began to feel very sorry that I had only two hands at that moment.
pant… pant… “Lass, alright now… mmmmmmmm… come around the side here and start filmin’ from a better angle, then… mmmmm yeah yeah mmmmmmmm…” I took my hand from its pussy passenger position and came around to her side. Thor was still fucking her harder than I would have thought she could take it. She was now arching her back and riding Thor, establishing the same rhythm that I had found with Frankie.
“Now slide under me, dear, just like that… yes, perfect… there’s a shot I don’t want you to miss…” I slid under her on my back so that I was now witnessing her slit being split by a cock that was much larger than the one I had been touching just a few minutes ago. I found that I could now film Thor pushing in and out of her with each pump. I now saw the wisdom in her holding herself there. I turned the viewfinder and held the camera closer. I reached up and split two fingers to run along Elle’s slit and around the massive dick that was sliding in and out of her, faster and more ferociously with each passing second. I felt something on my thigh, something moving up towards my love hole… hands gripped my hips, moving me down a few inches… and suddenly I felt the warm, wet, familiar feeling of a mouth on my pussy. I moved the camera to see through the viewfinder if I was right and I was. Elle was sucking and licking at my lips with the same ferocity that Frankie had. I leaned back and returned the camera to filming the widening hole Thor was currently fucking.

His pumps slowed, changing… and then, in slow motion, I watched through the viewfinder as he drew back… Elle stopped tonguing me for a second, said something that sounded a little scared… a single droplet fell from her amazingly wet slit, falling with the same speed that Thor was now pushing into her. It passed the lens at precisely the same second that Thor’s knot passed Elle’s outer labia. And then there was stillness.

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard. Thor was panting, his tongue lolling around the side of his mouth, drool now dripping down Elle’s back, down her side and onto my arm. Elle had collapsed, her face resting perfectly on my quivering lips. Eternity passed as we lay there in this amazing lump of spent acceptance, Thor living his primal purpose, Elle consumed completely by the passion of this, her chosen sexuality, and me, wide-eyed and stimulated beyond all reconciliation by the sheer unbelievability of the events of the day itself, the least of all not being that I was currently staring at a mastiff tied with a beautiful woman whose now-labored breath I just happened to be able to feel on my clitoris.
Time passed… Thor twitched. He jostled to the side and pulled gently. Elle moaned and a spurt of semen that could have come from a fire hose lashed out from where they were bonded, spraying down past the camera and onto my face. My reflex was to move but it was too late; I whimpered as the cum had alreadly soaked the right side of my face. Another pulse, another pull, another moan and another spurt of cum escaped from Elle’s now full-to-capacity pussy, splashing down on my face in the same place. Curiosity got the better of me and I slowly opened my mouth and waited…
Another, larger pulse… and this time a good deal of it fell into my waiting mouth…

I know if it was simply because Thor was a different breed or because some of the liquid in my mouth was native to Elle’s pussy, but this was a taste different from Frankie. Not as nutty, more robust and definitely more musky.

I lay there, mouth open and camera rolling, for nearly 20 minutes, drinking the cum that spilled from them as Thor began anxious to withdraw his huge penis from Elle’s throbbing pussy. My face, hair, neck and chest were completely covered in the runny juice spilling from her stretched hole. She had begun to massage Thor the same way she had massaged Frankie as he and I lay tied in the van. I reached up and began to help. I could feel the beginning of the knot as he tried to pull out; it was the size of a softball. A moment of fear; was Elle in danger? She approached this situation almost professionally, but this was completely out of imagination, that this woman could dislodge something roughly the diameter of a football from her pussy? Would we have to call the paramedics? The firemen? Oh, God, this was bad…
My worries hit a brick wall and were utterly erased as I began to feel Elle’s tongue on my thighs again. She traced a line from the middle of my thigh clear up, past my pussy and around to the other thigh. It was a sensational feeling. She traced the same line back and began to run her tongue around my outer lips, culminating in a deep, sensual kiss that entered me in such a sublime way that I could hardly understand it.
I continued to massage the area of the tie; Thor was now beginning to pull frequently which looked amazing on the viewfinder; each time he pulled it looked as if Elle’s entire pussy was about to come out, a huge circular presence pushing from the inside. Cum continued to drip from her pussy into my eagerly awaiting mouth and face. Elle began to pulsate, her lithe body moving with Thor’s pulls. I remembered my own tie; Thor was now in direct contact with her G spot, sending amazing waves of pleasure all through her body. Elle’s moans intensified my own pleasure as she licked deeper, using both hands to pull my lips apart and spread my legs further. She had complete access to my most private parts. Two fingers held me open while she licked every inch she could reach, trying to rival me in dog cum consumption for the day. Bad news, Elle; I had probably swallowed a litre of the stuff.

Minutes passed and my own orgasm began to mount. I came, screaming in pleasure as I had watched this amazing show for what seemed like a week. I must not have been paying very close attention to what I was doing with the hand that I was using to massage Elle’s pussy and Thor’s cock because, as I felt the very apex of the orgasm hit, I grabbed the base of Thor’s dick and held on as Elle licked deeper and my pussy muscles contracted. As I grabbed, he pulled and Elle’s body went rigid. I watched the viewfinder in horror as a knot larger than anything I had imagined disgorged from Elle. Her pussy stretched farther than I would imagine birth would push it. The knot passed with an audible “pop” that, now, only the two of us could appreciate. As the entirety of the cock pulled from her a gush of semen released that put Victoria Falls to utter shame; the wave fell, utterly soaking my face, my mouth and the camera itself. Elle collapsed, passed out from what had just happened, her pussy falling directly onto my face and her face directly onto my pussy. She was completely and utterly spent. I shook the camera off, filmed a minute of my tongue invading the unconscious Elle’s pussy and then shut if off, passing out myself in that delicious heap.

I awoke to Elle gently moving. It was the first time I had awoken to the feeling of vaginal lips against my cheek. Shock came, but the environment brushed that aside; this was no place to be shocked. I stretched for a moment, barely stirring Elle. I reached around and gently began stroking Elle’s fragile lips. They were red and the early signs of bruising were evident on the perimiter of her hole. Ah, finally, anatomy finals paid off. About time… Elle moaned, stretched and gently moved a little closer to my face to give me better access. A few minutes of deep tongue went by… she turned gracefully and slipped her arms under me, embracing me with complete and utter welcome. I returned the embrace, simply holding her with the same after-sex acceptance that I had always looked so much more forward to than the sex itself. She sofly, sweetly moved her face, kissing me gently. Absent was the passion of the hours before; this was the gentle kiss of a shared experience, of thanks.
We laid there for another twenty minutes. Sudden realization set in; my plane!
“Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus, I’m late!! I’ll never get there in time now!” I shuddered, knowing that this day had cost me dearly. I was not entirely sure that I was disappointed.
“Love, don’t worry. My ex is the security administrator at SFO. We give him a good turn, he’ll give you a better one. We’ve time for a nap, don’t fret.”

And so we laid there, both naked as the day we were born, both in the sense of clothing and of sensual defense, enjoying eachother and talking about the day… and what might happen when I returned from New Zealand…

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