extreme beastiality

Two dogs were circling the house, I saw them in my periphery on and off this morning, before one stood in a clearing at the edge of the palm plantation, a proud stance with challenging eye contact. They came closer at sun set.

They were hidden in the shadows of the garden, still shy, observing me with building interest and persistence. These two seemed to work together. I couldn’t believe you weren’t here to guide me through what I thought may happen.

I bought time with a hot steamy shower.

Ahhh, hydro therapy. I thought perhaps my fascination would wear off with the soap and water; float out the window with the steam. But lots of zones seemed to be throbbing with the beat of my pulse and my clit was swollen with the build up of the day's anticipation. It would be best if I went outside to check if they were still there only to find them gone.

I knew that the bigger of the two was a golden tan colour with a dark muzzle and the smaller was a darkish brindle type. I was still not sure how big either animal really was, they were too far away to gauge their size.

I was assuming they were male, God, what if they were just hungry mothers looking for food? It would make a good story if they were gone anyway and it would get me out of the dilemma of not knowing what to do exactly. I always thought you would be here to help.

I could feel my lips slipping against each other as I walked upstairs.
I made our bed while I was up there. I felt really chicken.

I made a Milo, and took it outside. I turned on one set of lights down low, and sat on a chair on the lawn, long sleeved shirt and bare bottom on a towel, legs relaxed and open at the knees. My vagina kept twitching and contracting with thoughts of the conversations we have had about these situations. I relaxed my head and neck and stared at the stars which were quite bright with the waning moon. Deep breaths and deliberate relaxation was my focus.

I heard him before I saw him, a wistful whimper with a hopeful yip to finish. I let my eyes find him, and it was the larger dog standing quite deliberately in the opening of the path near the lotus pond, and a male after all. I looked down trying to appear submissive, but not wanting to lose control either.

Up close he looked like a boxer crossed with something else, leggy and muscular. The markings were lovely. He looked to be at least three years old, maybe older. I really searched his eyes from under my hair to feel his mood and character. He looked excited but not aggressive and I felt myself slump physically, releasing tension. He came closer, slinking low to the ground and stopped with an almost playful foot stamp. I stamped mine. Instantly he pounced again and I noticed that he already had an erection but it was still contained in his sheath. Clear droplets were visible at its end.

At this point I really thought about going inside and closing all the doors so I didn't have to figure out what to do next. I took more deep breaths and tried to think clearly. Slowly I stood up. I walked slowly and stopped every few steps to encourage him with looks and posture. I had forgotten all about the other dog when I almost ran into it, it was also male and it had been watching from the shrubbery. I had enough on my plate and made no overtures to him, he was clearly disappointed but moved out of line, he knew he was not in the race tonight. I didn't really know where I was going but it didn't seem right to stay there. The big dog started walking closer and closer to me and by the time we were at the path leading to the gazebo he pounced forward and stuck his nose right into my bottom, yes the bull's eye. I nearly jumped out of my skin. We headed for the summer house door.

I sat on the edge of the bed and just talked to him with body language, he was really receptive and was soon sitting attentively at my knees. He bunted at the gap between my knees to spread them apart and just went straight to his target. His tongue was long, slightly rough and none too gentle. He slurped and angled into every crevice and cranny, each time bunting my leg or fanny to the position that suited him. At one stage he started to flea just above my clit and moved down towards the nub. I nearly died, it felt dangerous but in truth he seemed to sense when he had gone to the very limit of my tolerance and ease off for a while. I just lost count of the number of times my whole body was wracked with mind numbing contractions.

I rolled onto my front and slid down onto a pillow on the floor leaving my chest on the bed. He whuffled around my rear and came up to me seeking approval, I wagged and he was onto it, he jumped his front legs and hooked them over my hips and my worst fear of being stabbed in my first encounter was unfounded: he was a deadly aim and just slid right in. He seemed to stay still for a second and then totally lost himself in the rhythm of slamming into me. The angle must have been just right because he stayed the distance and I felt the hot gush everyone talks about and knew that the volume was huge. With another huge spasm his lumpy knot slipped in and forced the edges of my vagina to an exquisite level of pleasurable pain.

We stayed knotted for twenty minutes of silent, intense ecstasy. I was lost in clouds of sensation, the whiffs of dog and sex and sheer animal lust. Gradually the knot subsided and he slipped out with a gush. I stood with trembling knees and let him out the door. We looked at each other, both knowing he would be back. He melted off into the night, and I thought of you.

Yeah, wish you were here.