"Pià For Pleasure" written by Selim_Nagisokrov
Hello, my name is Maria Estevez. I am nineteen years old, go to the local community college, and still live with my loving parents – Morcillo and Mia Estevez. I grew up a normal life with normal parents. My mother is a simple home maker and my father was an officer for the police force as well as an animal rights activist. He introduced me to animals. I took care of neglected animals that were saved. I helped nurse them back to good health before they were adopted by loving families.
But I fear that maybe I have brought dishonor on my family name. I love animals so much that it occurs to me I love them further than social norms will allow me. For this I disgrace my parents. I wasn't even aware that such a love occurred until my father brought home a dog. A butter dog just last year. This was the first time that I indulged in such passion that would shame my father.
This is how I fell in love with Piacere (it means “pleasure” in Italian. I call him Pià for short), my butter pup.
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Pià for Pleasure
Selim
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“Maria! Maria, come here for a moment!” My father's stern, accented voiced vibrated across our two bedroom suburban home. I almost tumbled down the stairs, having just narrowly dodged our cat. From the kitchen, I could smell the homely smell of Spanish rice touched with lemon juice, a special my mom made. Carefully, I straightened my blouse out before approaching the door to greet my father. For a second, I stopped as I stared carefully at the Alaskan Husky sitting at his feet. “Maria,” My father started with a concerned look on his face, “could you prepare a kennel outside for Piacere? I suggest keeping this guy away for the girls back there our we'll be overcome with puppies.”
“Eh?” I frowned, crouching towards the dog's face. Blue eyes stared back at me with innocence only animals have ever been able to pull off. “Where'd he come from, papa? He doesn't look strayed or starved.”
My mother must of heard us talking because she stepped out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a rag. “Aia. Morcillo, honey, not another dog. Can't someone else take this one until we can get good homes for the others?”
“Sweetie, he's not like the other dogs. He's a butter dog. The boys found him over in the west side of town. I was asked if we can take him for rehab until he's stable to live in a home without, well,” my father's face reddened I noted, “he's better.”
I frowned. I'd never heard of a butter dog before. “What's that, papa?” I questioned, rubbing behind the dogs ear. Piacere licked my cheek lovingly. I knew I was going to like this dog. The last male dog we'd brought in had about a pissed off black lab that tried to bite me.
My father frowned, but it was my mother that answered calmly, “They are dogs used for sex acts between humans. They smear butter on women and the dog licks it off.” My father grunted out his distaste for the act, my mother just smiled sweetly and brushed it aside. I raised a brow and rubbed the dog's ear again. This time without as much enthusiasm. It didn't seem that disgusting to me, oddly. I felt that I should have stuck my tongue out. Cursed the taboo, but I couldn't. I couldn't even blame anyone for it. Instead, I felt my stomach flutter. Again, my mother took control. “Keep him inside then. I don't want him near the girl dogs and we don't have another kennel. Maria, go get him some food then wash up for supper.”
I waved my hand, repeating the phrase I'd given every night since my fifteenth birthday – to stop treating me like a child. Here I was, nineteen and being told to wash up for dinner like some eight-year-old. Touching the dog's ear, I stood up and started walking down the hall, all the while clicking my tongue to get Piacere to follow me.
That night, after I'd helped clean up after dinner and joined my family for some time together, I was lying out on my bed having just finished my report for my College Writing course. I just dressed for bed in an old night shirt, not bothering with panties or a bra as the night wore on when I heard the door open. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as Piacere walked in nervously before sitting at the foot of the bed.
Kicking my feet out, I made motion to turn and slither my way to the end of the bed to stare him over. He looked like any other husky I'd seen. A bluish black over surrounded by snowy white and gray and those large blue eyes. “Pià,” I smiled. He perked his head to the side. “Pià will be your name now. Piacere is to hard to pronounce.” I rubbed his head lovingly. Reaching over, I shut my bedroom door again so my parent's quiet chatter couldn't flood in. Happily, I moved my college text books and patted the bed. “Up, boy.”
He took the hint and hopped next to me. There, I rubbed his back before reaching for my remote to turn on the television. Without a second thought, I rubbed his side while watching television, my legs kicked back and forth in a thoughtful manner. I hadn't been aware that my long shirt was rolling up my bottom or that the dog had moved until a cold snout was pressed into my folds causing me to gasp. “Pià!” I squeaked as his long tongue was pushed into my folds before rolling up towards the crack of my behind. I shuddered at the unfamiliar feeling, but didn't flee from it. It felt almost right as his long tongue pushed into my folds again.
For a second, it felt like my body went into autopilot as I rolled onto my back and spread my legs open. This was all the invitation Pià needed before he plunged his tongue into me, licking up the moisture my body was producing. I gasped and bit at my knuckle, reminding myself that my parents weren't that far away. This felt so dirty!
Awkwardly, I brought my other hand up my shirt, letting chilled fingers roll against my breast. Playfully, I plucked the hardening nubs causing my legs to shake as my belly rolled. Pià's licking became quicker as he tried to keep up as my orgasm built up and I gasped as I came into his mouth. His tongue worked quickly at cleaning me up as I tried to figure out what had just happened. Suddenly, I heard him whine over my thoughts and stared towards him when I saw his dick expand from fur in a red bulge. I shuddered in what I felt was delight, knowing just what he wanted yet uncertainty that I was ready for something like that. It wasn't like I was a virgin or anything, it was just. My first lover wasn't as large as Pià already was.
Sliding onto the floor, I rolled onto my hands and knees and ducked my head in embarrassment. My ass stuck into the air for Pià to deserve. Like clockwork, the dog knew I was offering myself to him and jumped down to meet me and just as he'd been on the bed, he didn't need help getting started. Just as he was trained (I believe) he was mounting me and I could feel his hairy hips thrust out. I could feel his shaft, so much different than my first love's pressing into my opening before withdrawing. Then it returned and crushed into my heat. I squealed into my floor. “Ah!” This was a bad idea! It hurt! I sobbed and tried to pull away. I'll just jerk him off and call it fair!
Only to find as I tried to pull away, the once shy dog my father had brought into the house bit me, his sharp nails digging into my hip as if to hold me still as he thrust into me again and again before his thrust before hard and uneven. Each time was going deeper until I was moaning in pleasure instead of pain, begging for him to fuck me harder. Make me his bitch. Oh god! I thrust my own hips back towards him, using one hand to hold my body up as I let the other trail down to my clitoris, pressing and rubbing it in time with his thrust. I moaned as my – can I say it – third orgasm struck.
Pià's balls slapped against me before they swelled and my opening was made large and I knew he was trying to push his whole dick in me as I'd seen during their mating. I groaned as it began swelling and my body shook, so overcome with pleasure I didn't know what to do. Finally, Pià came. He began shifting so he was facing away from me in his primal instinct to protect himself while we were at it. I rubbed my clit harder, shuddering in delight as I came again, tightening his swollen shaft and sucking it dry for every bit of sperm I could get. I wasn't sure how long I stood on my hands and knees, rubbing myself for orgasms as he came by the time he popped out of me and I collapsed to the ground.
I expected him to be gone, but instead he returned between my legs, licking my inner thigh and my folds until he reached the stretched opening were he licked over and over. I panted and groaned as I orgasmed one last time before he disappeared to clean himself. Trying to sit up, I groaned as my swollen uterus pressed against my bladder, trying to hold all the dog sperm in me. Leaning back against the bed, I couldn't help but laugh as Pià returned to my side and gave me another doggy kiss – this time I tried to kiss him back. “Pià...” I would have continued had there not been a knock at the door and my mother's concerned voice asking me if I were okay and that she heard moaning.
This time, I laughed loudly. I was very okay and would be even better tomorrow.
To Be Continued?
Side notes: I do plan on continuing this, but it's all the question on where to lead it. Maria's family is just a small sample of the huge world. Each person will mean something. From what I assume, it's like this:
Father = A large portion of society that sees sex as black and white. Male and female. Human.
Mother = Open minded portion, but can't escape the idea that sex between humans stays within human boundaries.
Maria = The rest that sees love without bounds.
I just don't know where to go with this without insulting anyone here or out there. I'm just trying to shove an entire universe in a small family. 
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