extreme beastiality

Well, I thought since I had nothing new in my real life to write about, I'd try my hand at fiction. This story takes place in the mid 1850's on a Georgian plantation… It's a two-parter and a little long. Hope you'll bare with it!

Love and pink rockets!!

Part 1
The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship

I think now that Jonathan truly did not believe me when I told him about Maxi. He must have thought that my compassion for our help had overtaken my senses, and that I had simply positioned the beast atop myself in an effort to save the negro-worker. But standing here now, with Jonathan's monstrous hand gripping my hair at the scalp, I can see my mistake. Something warm has begun to tickle it's way down my scalp. Blood, I think to myself. The sun is only now fully above the horizon, and it glints off of the warm black barrel of Jonathan's gun. I've been looking at the ground in an effort to spare myself the site of the hung man and the gun-shot dog at this feet. Torturously, my face is forced skyward with a yank from Jonathan's hand. He wants me to see.

"Man or beast, Clara," he says through clenched teeth. "If either finds their way into our bed again, you'll join them."

With a thrust, his hand leaves my head and I fall to the ground. I weep and look up at the dead man, swinging from lowest branch of our old oak tree. His name was Axle, and he had been with my family for more than a decade. I remember the day we met. I was 15 then. He came off of the cart in shackles, but my father was quick to remove them and see Axle and his fellow captives to comfortable quarters. Jonathan had brought them here. They were purchased to curry favor with my family in what would eventually be a long and ultimately successful effort to marry into our wealth. When my father passed away two years ago, the "leisurely" lifestyle that our workers had been afforded was promptly cast aside for the cruel and unlivable conditions they now maintained. They were only slaves to Jonathan. Niggras, as he called them. Axle was my friend, though. He'd seen to my upbringing and been my confidant. He was no slave to me.

But now, his toes point at the earth and the blood pools below him. The blood is not his, however. No, a gun-shot was too easy a fate for a niggra, I know that well enough. Jonathan saved the bullet for my true lover. But Maxi wasn't shot because Jonathan truly believed he was my lover. No, he was shot to teach me never to cross him. Never to lie to him. And so, here lay the result of a century of champion breeding. A massive white Dane as gentle as the snow, yet as powerful a lover as a woman could ever dream. Aside from the streak of blood coming from beneath his massive pelt, Maxi simply looks asleep. His paws are stretched out and crossed. His massive and friendly face is gently pressed against the ground. I crawl to him and wipe the tears from my face. My eyes still burn from having just awoken to all of this. I move my hand across Maxi's face and stroke his ear. "Maximillion," I croak through a sob. He doesn't move. As I put my forehead against his, the tears come faster. As do the memories…

When my father died of a stroke in '49, I had been married to Jonathan for just over two years. My sister Catherine and I secretly believed that Daddy had died at the hands of my husband, but we knew better than to let on about it. The mild Georgia winter that year saw the arrival of two new family members, a pair of Great Danes named Maximillion and Austin. The Danes were brothers and had been gifts to my husband from one of his business associates. The odd-looking cart that brought them had a beautifully stenciled moniker on each side. It read "Canterbury Kennels" in large red letters, adorned by gold leaf at the edges. Underneath the kennel's proud name was scrawled "Fine Breeding and Keeping, est. 1801".

The driver had opened the doors to the small cart and led the two hulking dogs down from the cart marching them past where my sister and I sat on the porch. I heard some small talk inside between the man and my husband, and then the dogs were led to the back of the house. My sister stared at the Danes the entire time, grasping my arm. When they were out of sight, she whispered, "Ugly things!" We laughed and sat back in our chairs, but I disagreed with Catherine. I thought to myself that the dogs were quite lovely. When they were being led into the house, the dogs walked side by side, never moving their forward gaze. But when they got along side of us, the one had turned his head slightly to look at me. The driver had noticed this and corrected the move by snapping Maximillion's leash. I remembered thinking what a kind face the animal had. It had been awhile since I had seen a kind face, after all.

In the spring of '51, I turned 24 years old. My marriage was now 4 years in the making, and about a hundred years past it's prime. Jonathan and I rarely spoke. We never made love. Oh, there was sex, but it was an awful scene during which he came at the bed in a drunken fog, tugging his britches down in an effort to loose his girthy penis from it's perch. I would stave off the cold panic and brace myself for the 5 minutes of prodding from Jonathan's huge erection. Before finishing, he would pull his cock out of me and cup his hand beneath his squirting head. He never came inside of me. Instead, he would stumble to the bathroom and wash his handful of semen into the sink. Such is the life of a wealthy southern woman like myself. We take what we must and find joy elsewhere. And after my 24th birthday, I did just that.

The southeast corner of the plantation had not been fruitful for many years. It had become 13 acres of worked and re-worked soil that Jonathan nearly decided to sell. I hadn't so much as laid eyes on that piece of land in almost a year. So when my sister and husband led me there in a blindfold that day, I couldn't imagine what to expect. When the scarf was lifted from my eyes, I could hardly believe what I saw! Where once there was only upturned fields, there now stood a massive topiary maze. The bushes stood at least eight feet over our heads, and the mouth of the maze stood a large stone arch and a pair of regal statues in the shape of Great Danes. It was a marvelous gift, and I thanked Jonathan with a kiss on his cheek. I turned to Maxi and called him to follow me in. I didn't go too far the first time, as the maze was quite large and would take some time to explore. But over the next several months, my sister, Maxi and I would explore every bend and twist of the maze. I soon knew my way to the center like the back of my hand. Maxi and I would spend our whole afternoon running between the massive topiaries, sometimes making it to the center, and the huge stone fountain therein, sometimes just losing one another and resting on a stone bench. In all honesty, I liked disappearing into the maze on a hot afternoon. There, in the shade, I would settle myself on one of the massive benches and lift my dress to my midriff. Having prepared for my getaway, I'd wear no bustle or undergarments. There in the seclusion of the sprawling maze, I would part the lips of my pussy and please myself like my husband could not. I felt so wild and free on those summer days.

It was just such a day when I first took my new lover. Of the two Danes, I loved Maxi the most. His brother, Austin was terribly aloof and in my opinion, a bit mean. Maxi, on the other hand, was gentle, loyal and kind. I had developed a wonderful relationship with him and it was known plantation-wide that Maxi was my dog. Even Jonathan gave up trying to get Maxi to accompany him on hunts. It was too much effort to pry Maxi away from me, and frankly I don't think Maxi liked my husband much. It was a warm August morning when Maxi and I set out for the maze. The preceding night had been one of drunken poking from you-know-who, so I was feeling frustrated and rebellious. We walked side by side to the maze and stopped just in front of the two massive statues. I knelt down and placed my hands on either side of Maxi's massive head. I petted him lovingly and said, "Maxi, stay!" This was our little game, you see. I would force Maxi to wait at the entrance while I disappeared into the maze. When I was ready, I would call out to him and he would sniff me out. Maxi knew the maze as well as I did by now, and usually had no problem finding me, so before I called out to him on this day, I made sure to put a good distance between us. When I was about 50 yards from the center of the garden, I called out as loudly as I could, "COME, MAXI!" I knew it would take him a little while to find me, so I headed on to the fountain.

I finally found my way to the center of the maze and sat myself down on the ledge of the massive stone fountain. I removed my slippers and lifted my night gown up to my belly. I wasn't particularly horny at the moment, but I was still feeling wild and curious. I fidgeted with my pussy lips for a minute or two wondering what was taking Maxi so long to make his way along. The more time I passed playing gently with my pussy, the hornier I began to get. I suddenly realized that my pussy had become moist from the touching and rubbing. Maxi still hadn't shown up and I was feeling crazed. I had often fantasized about running through the maze completely naked, stopping there and there to rub and diddle my soft, throbbing vagina. I knew that no one could see me. Catherine was still in bed when I left the house and Jonathan was in Portsmouth for the week on business. I glanced around the garden and pulled the shoulder straps from my gown away from my shoulders. I stood up and allowed the night gown to fall to the ground. Using one naked foot, I lifted the gown up to my hand and tossed it to a nearby bench. I sat again on the stone ledge of the fountain, running my hand through the water. I felt so free with the sun peering down on my large milky-white breasts. I took my hand from the water and ran it across my nipples, causing them to stiffen. The water dripped down my breasts and beaded along my flat stomach. I closed my eyes and moved my hand down my midriff to the mound of hair below. I let out a moan as I began to slip my finger into the damp hole. I opened my eyes and tried to focus on my surroundings. In my bliss, I had not noticed that I had company. Maxi had found his way to me and was sitting quietly by the bench that had my gown slung across. "Well, hi, Maxi!" I said happily. Maxi made his way slowly to where I was sitting. He sat close to me and suddenly shoved his snout into my pussy. He'd no sooner gotten his tongue out than I swung my open hand at him. "NO, Maxi!" I said, startled. The very idea! Presumptuous dog putting his face in my pussy like that! Maxi looked at me dejected. He seemed to be saying, "I'm sorry. But I'm just as miserable and frustrated as you!"

As I looked at the great beast, I felt a sudden surge of pity, followed by what can only be described as lustfulness. I lost my breath for a moment and all of my movement stopped. I trained my eyes on Maxi and after a moment of gazing at one another, I turned my body towards him. I put both of my feet up on the ledge and spread my legs, showing Maxi the full spectrum of my pussy. "Come here, Maxi," I said. And Maxi did.

Maxi's tongue came out in a massive roll and gently glided across my pussy. The first warm lap caused me to blush and I felt that I might become faint. I leaned back and heaved my breasts outward as Maxi continued to lick. The blanket of warmth swept me from asshole to clitoris, repeating again and again. My heart raced and my legs opened further. Maxi continued to lick at a steady pace, his tongue bending to the contour of my inner lips as it made it's way to my clit. I reached down with one hand and spread the gape open so that he could taste the juices that were now flowing with abandon. Only a few more seconds passed before I could feel my pleasure beginning to peak. My breathing increased and my toes curled. I panted and tried to whisper, "Good boy!" to Maxi as encouragement, but the words barely made it past my lips. I closed my eyes tightly and held my breath as a wave of orgasmic intensity washed through my pussy. My toes went from curled to un-curled and then curled again. I cried out, "God!" as the last few tremors subsided. I put my hand between my legs as a shield from Maxi's still lapping tongue. He soon got the idea that I was done being licked and stood up, tail wagging. The hand I was using as a shield now became a makeshift penis as I shoved my two middle fingers into the wet void between my legs. After an orgasm, I always put my fingers in my pussy, as I loved the feeling of being full in those next few moments.

As my vision slowly returned, I saw that Maxi had become erect. This was nothing new to me, as he often sat at my side with an erection. I always figured it was just a way that dogs had about them. But this day was different from other days, wasn't it? I mean, after all, I had just done something very wild and strange. What was to stop me from going a little further? I turned to Maxi and said, "Sit Maxi!" Maxi sat. I squatted in front of him, rubbing his ears and muzzle. I moved my right hand to his chest and scratched for a moment before reaching down further. He started a little when my hand first brushed across his exposed pink cock. I stood up and walked back to the fountain. I bent over and placed my palms against the coarse stone. My beautiful bottom stretched out to Maxi and I called to him. "Maxi, Come!"

Maxi walked quickly to my side and nudged me with his nose. Using one hand to stabilize myself, I led him by the collar until he was situated behind me. I returned my hand to the fountain and wiggled my butt at Maxi. "Come on, then!" I said. Finally, he understood. Maxi jumped up and wrapped his paws around my waist. His massive frame was easily taller than mine when he stood on his hind legs, so I braced myself for what was to come.

Maxi's well-manicured nails dug under my ribs, causing red streaks to raise on my pale skin. I winced with pain but held steady in my position. I could see in my peripherals that Maxi's legs were trembling as he tried to stretch his sheath towards my nest. I bent further over the fountain until I could see my reflection in the water, pushing my ass as far as it would go toward Maxi's cause. Finally, I could feel the tip of his penis push against my pussy lips. Once he could feel the heat emanating from my cunny, his thrusting intensified. His paws moved from my ribcage to the fronts of my thighs. The advantage was now his. Maxi's massive muscles seized against me, locking me in the throws of his lust. His breathing seemed to stop as his massive cock finally pierced the outer limits of my vagina. The shock of his girth widened my eyes, and I stared at the woman in the water. She looked panicked, but I knew better. The look was not panic, but raw, intense pleasure. The stark contrast of her flowing, tousled hair and rose-colored cheeks next to the huge white muzzle of the Dane was wild and raw. I broke her gaze so that I might concentrate on the fullness pounding inside of me. Maxi's cock rammed through my pussy again and again, making a slurping wet noise at the height of each stroke. I pulled one palm off of the stone ledge and reached between my legs. I guided my fingers down until there were two on each side of my pussy's entrance. Between my fingers, I could feel the devastating grind of Maxi's cock. I was entranced.

The trance did not last long, however, as Maxi's cock soon did something quite unexpected. A massive bulge was unleashed from his sheath and I felt a sharp pain as it jammed it's way past my hand and into my pussy. Not once. Not twice. Again and again, the large ball was shoved into my dainty hole. What is that?! I could barely react. My knees buckled, and I tried to stand straight up, but Maxi was too heavy. Two more thrusts and the damage was officially done.

Maxi and I fell to the ground, me on my knees and elbows, he on all fours. The massive bulge was stuck soundly in my pussy, and I was suddenly very frightened. I tried to crawl forward in an attempt to loose it, but it would not budge. Maxi seemed equally anxious to free himself, trying first one way and then another to throw a leg over me and pull the meat out. But it was no use. So there we stayed. Both heaving and panting. Both a little dazed. I would learn later from my friend Axle that this was a natural process, and that it simply had to run it's course, but at the moment, I didn't know what to do.

Three or four minutes into what seemed like forever, matters got substantially worse. A distant voice was calling to me. "Clara!" Oh dear, I thought in a panic. Catherine! I supposed that of all people to find me in such a state, Catherine would be my first choice. Certainly I'd rather explain this to my sister than to Jonathan. My heart and mind raced. Above me, Maxi continued to fidget and squirm. I just knew that any second, my sister would come bounding around the bushes and find me here in the dirt, naked as birth and helplessly entangled with the family dog.

Fate smiled upon me, however, and Maxi finally freed himself from my captivity. As his massive dog love slid free of my pussy, and a wash of fluid came tumbling after. I had no time to relish this new development, and I rushed to put my night gown back on.

Not a minute too soon had I redressed and Maxi's cock receded into it's sheath. For just then, Catherine came skipping around the corner, oblivious to my morning's discovery. I knew in my mind that I would never let on about my new secret. And nothing could make me.

Nothing, that is, but a length of rope and a polished metal gun barrel.