extreme beastiality

I remember the conversation clearly; in fact amidst my college days it stands out as a beacon against the endless cafes and libraries, the endless drink infused evenings, a landscape that all to many students recognise. I had visited friends, as I did most days. There was never any agenda to our gatherings, we drank wine, philosophised, bitched about men, the usual. this time was different, this time we talked about beastiality. I couldnt recall how it came up, most of ur conversations merged into a giant pool of words which we endlessly recycled, the girls reaction was one of outrage and shock, they spoke of sites they had seen, stories they had been told. usually i was in key with my friends, but i felt mounting discomfort as i realised that i felt none of this, in fact i was intrigued, i wanted to know what it might feel like to be with a dog. I was generally thought of as an attractive and intelligent women, set for her Phd course, ready to take on the world, i shouldn’t be thinking like this, should i?

the guilt formed a painful knot in my stomach, amusingly not the only kind i would ever feel around that area, what was worse was the fact that my friends complete hysteria over the idea of animal sex had in no way dampened my spirits, in fact it had made it darker, dirtier, and something i simply had to experience, and quickly.
Freddie was sleeping peacefully in his corner of the kitchen, he's been our family dog for about 5 years since we rescued him, no one really knew where he came from or in fact anything about him, we assumed that his experiences had not been pleasant, as he attached himself to us with the unblinkered devotion only found in one whose never known affection, and now hangs onto it with every fibre of bieng. this i found, is what would make him such an incredible lover.
my parents were out and i was moving my things from my car into the house as i was back from college for break, it was hot out so i wore a simple summer dress that billowed about me in a vague attempt to keep me cool. it was almost like he knew what i had been thinking, having previously minded me the me way he minded all humans, but today there was something about the heat that made me smell different perhaps, or perhaps my ever more detailed desires were affecting my behaviour towards him. either way he was on me like he never had been before, his cold wet nose glided smoothly u my leg to my ever moistening panties. i gave slightly but then corrected myself, i was outside of my house, carrying textbooks in the middle of the day for gods sake! but i needed to get in, i could tell that the hot flush that had blossomed from my face towards my breasts and now engorged nipples was bound to catch a few unwanted glances. i sped to the house, Freddie, usually such a rascal, needed no encouragement to follow at heel.
i sat down, needing to regain some composure but instead making myself more accessible to him, his nose was at my scent again and this time i parted my legs ever so slightly, what would it feel like? His tongue felt incredible, even with my panties offering me some protection from his rough forceful tongue strokes I was finding it hard to keep in control, and thoughts i may have had about stopping, about it being wrong had long since vanished. i ripped my panties from myself and before they even reached the ground his tongue was probing me, this felt unlike no man who had ever touched me, Freddie was doing to me what men could only dream of and my first orgasm hit me so hard that i had to remember to breathe, and my second one directly afterwards, my hand was roving all over my body and my screams were getting louder and more urgent. unlike the garden i really did not care who heard or who thought what, i needed him, i needed his cock.
Freddie continued to nose at me as the residual shakes of pleasure rocked me where i now lay on the kitchen table, as i looked down i could see that his cock was poking some considerable way from his sheath and was glistening with his pre-cum. i slithered from the table down to the floor, his level, i might have well have said 'i am yours" i took him cock in my hand and gently massaged it, i wanted him fully erect, i needed to see his size and imagine it inside me, his animal instincts kicked in as he humped against my hand and i felt the power in his loins. i let go of him and positioned myself how i thought his bitch would, and waited, he needed no encouragement he landed on my back with an unexpected force, and wrapped himself around my waist, desperate to find my wetness, i had no idea how to support myself and guide him, so waited for him to hit his mark. he was inside me so quickly and so hard that i cried out like the bitch i had become, his thrusts where hard but somehow tender, like i'd rescued him and he wanted to show me he would care for me, he drove himself deeper into me, my orgasms were to many to count and flowed into one huge jolting stream of want and desire, his knot hit me, it ht me again, i tried to reposition myself so that he could tie with me, teh act of helping him debasing and yet arousing me at the same time. it was inside me, the feeling of it entering me, so painful and yet so incredible shook me to what is still the hardest orgasm of my life. i felt a steady flow of his warm seed fill me, it was too much for my body and cascaded down my thighs and onto the kitchen the floor, his juices and mine. he remained tied to me for several minutes whilst i tried to steady my now shaking body, what had i done? When could I do it again?