"Stalking Christine ( F/dog Nc )" written by JulieBlue
The Stalking of Christine
Christine blew a strand of blonde hair from her face. Part of
the strand stuck to her forehead, glued there by the sweat glistening
on her skin. She wiped her forearm across her brow in a vain attempt
to move the sticky hair. All that movement accomplished was to throw
soap bubbles on her shirt. She sighed heavily and bowed her head
slightly. Taking a breath, she washed the last two dishes, rinsed
them, and wiped them dry. She passed the dishtowel across her
forehead, the stubborn strand of hair staying right where it was. She
dropped the towel onto the countertop and stowed the dishes in the
cupboard.
She turned around and leaned against the counter. Looking
over the kitchen, Christine saw that everything was tidy. The table
had been cleared of plates, glasses, and silverware, and the stove had
been cleaned and the dishes all washed. A smile broke over
Christine's face...until her gaze came upon the garbage can. Her
shoulders slumped a bit, looking at the garbage virtually spilling
over the top of the can. Taking another breath, she lifted the
plastic liner from the can, tied the edges to make sure that no food
or garbage would fall out, and took the bag outside.
Stepping out of the kitchen door, she walked down the two
brick steps and onto the back patio. Christine scanned the backyard
in the summer starlight. The high hedges along the perimeter of her
property stood like green battlements overlooking her lush backyard.
The warm night breeze brushed across her moist face, flitting the
loose strands of hair around her like a flickering golden halo. She
stuffed the full bag into a large black garbage can and closed the
lid. A shiver tickled its way up her spine and she glanced over her
shoulder, positive that someone was watching her.
Fireflies bobbed across the darkened lawn, tiny lanterns being
carried by the invisible spirits of the night. Their lights did
little to illuminate the lawn but their movements were the only other
motion in the backyard besides the waving of the hedge leaves and the
grass blades. A cat cried out from beyond the hedges, followed by a
single bark of a dog. Another bark echoed through the night followed
my the humming silence of a summer night. Christine placed her hands
on the back of her hips and arched her back, stretching her muscles as
well as the fabric of her shirt, her large matronly chest pushing her
shirt to its material limits.
She exhaled and smiled slightly, then walked across the patio
and back into the house. She peered through the kitchen door window
one more time, to assure herself that all was well in the backyard.
The fireflies had disappeared into the night, heading off to their
rest. Taking a cue from them, Christine turned off the light in the
kitchen and made her way upstairs to bed.
A large dark form pushed through the hedges and looked towards
the kitchen door. It sniffed the air and licked its lips. Padding
softly across the lawn, it headed towards the patio, spitting bloody
fur from its mouth as it closed in on its quarry.
* * * * *
Steam rose from the bathtub as the sparkling water tumbled
from the brass faucet. Christine tested the water with her hand,
submerging her hand below the level of the water and waving it beneath
the turbulent liquid. Smiling to herself, she brought her hand up and
turned off the water, the last few drops of the crystal water
splashing into the tub. She laced a large bath towel through the
towel hoop on the wall, then began removing her clothes.
She pulled down her light blue running shorts, stepping out of
them and leaving them on the tub-side rug. She grabbed the sleeves of
her shirt and, lifting her arms, pulled the shirt up over her head,
releasing her breasts to practically spill over the edges of her tight
brassiere. She dropped the shirt on top of the pair of shorts and
walked over to the lavatory.
She brought her hand up to her hair, feeling its softness
between her fingers. She passed her hand over her cheek, then reached
down for a hair clip. She pulled up the length of her hair and
clipped it snugly to the top of her head, keeping it off of her
shoulders. Christine unfastened her front-clip brassiere, letting her
breasts slowly fall onto her chest and the upper part of her tummy.
Hanging the bra from a hook on the white porcelain-tiled wall, she
turned around and faced the tub again. She slid her pink lace panties
down her round soft legs and kicked them onto the pile of clothing on
the rug. She gathered up the clothing and dropped them into the
clothes hamper.
Stepping carefully into the tub, Christine let the rising
steam curl around her body, warming her skin and relaxing her mind.
She lowered herself gingerly into the hot water, goose-pimples forming
over her body. Once she sat down, she leaned back against the cool
porcelain of the tub and relaxed her muscles. A soft sigh escaped her
lips as the water caressed her skin and soothed her mind. The water's
surface silently lapped at the underside of her breasts and wrapped
itself around the curve of her back. She stretched her legs and
spread her toes, letting the water slip between them.
She passed her hand down her side and down to her hips,
stopping there and slowly massaging the muscle there. She smiled and
brought her hand up across her hip to her tummy, softly rubbing the
skin. A deeper purr emanated from her throat and she let her hand
fall down to her lush golden brown bush. The hair floated and waved
slowly beneath the hot water and her fingers passed through the golden
seaweed, finding their way to her sunken hole. She pressed her
fingers against her clit and moaned. Her tongue flicked across her
lips as her fingers spread her lower set of lips. She slipped her
pinky inside of her meaty pussy and slowly slid it in and out, her
thumb and forefinger gently kneading her hard clit. Christine shifted
her bottom and wriggled, feeling her passion rise from her crotch.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked in some air, tasting the perfume
of the bathroom and the moisture of the bath. She thought about
bringing her busy fingers up to her mouth but knew that her taste
would be diluted by the bath water. She slid her ring finger in along
with her pinky, spreading her hole a little wider, the dampness within
her seeping out to meet the sea of the bathtub. She arched her back a
little, her large round breasts rising out of the water like twin
leviathans, water falling from them in drops and sheets. She looked
at them, the large thick nipples upright and hard. Bringing up her
free hand, she cupped her right breast right below the nipple, then
let her index finger flick across her nipple, causing a short gasp to
escape her lips.
A sharp full knock brought her from her lusty reverie. Her
eyes flew open and her breath caught in her throat. Christine sat up
and listened. She heard the water ebbing around her within the tub,
drops of water falling from her body, the bottom of her breasts
partially submerged under the water. Her eyes darted everywhere,
seeing nothing, her mind totally focused on her hearing.
Again, she heard a sound. It wasn't the same sound as before.
This sound was a muffled scraping, and it was coming from somewhere
outside the house. It stopped after a second or two and Christine
stood up in the tub, still listening.
The next sound made her jump. A loud thick thumping sound
echoed from the backyard, followed by the muffled scraping sound.
Christine stepped from the tub and reached for her burgundy
terry-cloth robe hanging behind the door. She slipped into the robe
and wrapped it around her as she walked out the bathroom. She felt
the material cling to her body, helping her to warm herself as she
went downstairs. Tying the robe at her waist, Christine reached the
bottom of the stairs and stopped, listening again. She could barely
hear a scraping, scuffling sound coming from the back patio, and
headed into the kitchen silently.
The linoleum of the kitchen floor was chill beneath her bare,
wet feet. A chill ran over her body, causing her to shiver. The
shiver shifted the robe on her body and her breasts began to burst
through the top of the robe. The scuffling sound was getting loud and
steady as she approached the kitchen door. She bent down a bit,
trying to keep her profile low and slowly made her way to the door.
She slowly brought her face up to the window and looked out onto the
patio.
The scene in the backyard was still dark. The lawn gave an
illusion of serenity which was broken by the rough sounds coming from
the far end of the patio. Peering to her left and to the edge of the
patio, Christine could see a dark form moving on the patio. Looking
closer, she also saw the garbage can had been knocked over, its cover
lying near it on the stones of the patio. The form seemed to be bent
over near the garbage can, as if trying to pick up the trash. A
swishing movement of a darker shadow against a lighter shadow brought
realization to Christine's mind, as she recognized the form of a large
furry dog rummaging through the garbage.
She stood up, the corners of her mouth turned down in a scowl,
and reached for the switch which turned on the exterior patio light.
Flicking it on, she saw the canine intruder in more detail. It was a
large animal, with thick splotchy fur of gray and black. Its back
stood taller than the round table sitting on the patio. The dog's
tail waved happily back and forth, obviously enjoying its nocturnal
meal. Christine had hoped that turning the light on would startle the
animal into leaving but it must have been too involved in eating.
Perhaps it had noticed the light but it was starving to the point that
it didn't care about being found out. Anyway, Christine had to get
the dog off of her patio before it made more of a mess.
She unlocked the door and stepped out onto the patio. The
sound of the door opening and her stepping out didn't seem to phase
the dog at all, at least not enough to stop its feeding. She took a
couple of steps towards the dog and stopped.
Now that she was closer, she realized how big the dog really
was. Its legs and back stood higher than her own waist. Its chest
was wide and powerful, the breathing regular and deep. Its testicles
hung down from between its legs, exposed and as large as a pair of
large pecans. She swallowed a lump in her throat and cried out.
"Shoo!" she yelled. "Get out of here!"
The dog craned its neck around, its large wide head facing
her. Its dark eyes scanned her closely, sensing if a threat was
present. Its short stubby ears stood alert on the sides of its head
and its large thick tongue hung from its dark mouth. The tail stood
straight up, then fell back down. The dog turned its head and began
eating again.
"Go on," Christine yelled again. "Get out of here, you!
Shoo!"
This time, the dog did not move from its meal. It just stood
there, tail hanging, eating its fill in the trash. She could still
see its large balls hanging below it, partially obscured by its tail.
Christine couldn't believe it. It wasn't stopping! It was
ignoring her!
Like Hell it will, she thought.
Looking around, Christine spotted a broom lying against the
bricks of the house. She grabbed it, took it in both hands, and
stepped towards the dog again.
"Hah!" she cried out. "Shoo!" She swung the broom, hitting
the dog in the back legs.
A deep growl rumbled over the patio from the dog towards
Christine. She watched as the dog spun its body around to face her,
the large dark head facing her again. She found that the dog was
almost at eye level with her, and a not-so-small twinge of fear
pricked at her heart. She swallowed again but stood her ground,
brandishing the broom in front of her, holding it protectively between
her and the marauding beast. Another growl escaped from between the
dog's teeth, which were large yellow stones, flecked with red and
black. The growl was a deep one and louder than the first, coming
from deep within the dog's powerful chest.
Christine pushed the broom towards the animal in a defensive
gesture and the dog bared its huge teeth. She could see pieces of
things hanging from between the teeth and trails of saliva dripping
down into its dark fur. She licked her lips and pushed the broom at
the dog again. Its growl seemed to actually grow and surround her and
then the dog took a couple of steps towards her.
Her eyes opened wide and her body began to shake.
Why won't it leave? she thought.
Still, she stood her ground, facing off with the huge dog.
It stopped its forward movement and began sniffing the air.
It turned its head to one side, sniffing again. She could feel its
eyes upon her, watching her, waiting. Sniffing again, the animal took
a few more steps towards her, until Christine could smell its odor.
It smelled of wetness, of the earth, and a more sinister smell beneath
all of that. She imagined its powerful jaws crushing smaller animals
to death with one strong bite. The sound of the cat earlier jumped
into her mind, making her spine tingle. She felt her legs get weak
but knew she had to stand her ground. It was her only hope.
The night breeze blew again from her back, the loose strands
of her hair blowing along the sides of her face. She felt it pass
over and under her robe, making her shiver again. She saw the dog
sniff the air again. Its head faced her straight again. She saw its
tail drop and its tongue hang from its jaw, nostrils flared, sniffing
everything the air had to offer. Again it moved towards her but with
a quicker pace this time.
I have to get in the house, Christine thought.
She began to step back, still holding the broom before her, as
the beast advanced upon her, sniffing the air hungrily, as if the air
itself could satiate it. Her eyes met its eyes and she saw something
in there -- a primal intellect and...something else.
She didn't have time to reflect on that, though. She had to
reach the kitchen door and the dog showed no sign of slowing its pace.
Her mind could not focus on anything but escape but her eyes could not
focus on anything but the beast before her.
Then, suddenly, there was no more time to think about escape.
The dog lunged.
* * * * *
Christine saw the dog coming at her and held the broom tighter
in her hands, holding it higher. The dog rose up on its hind legs,
making itself taller than she was, and its great forepaws came to rest
on the broom handle. She felt the tremendous weight of the dog and
its odor filled her nostrils now, its musky fur scent and its breath,
reeking of garbage and other things she could not identify. The
weight of the dog was too much for her and she fell to her knees,
still grasping the broom.
She managed to lift her arms, keeping the dog's forelegs above
her and away from her head and face. Gritting her teeth, she felt her
strength leaving her arms and hands. She looked directly at the
underbelly of the beast. The fur was thinner here and a bit lighter
in color. The arc of its powerful chest was mere inches from her, and
she could hear its breathing within the chest cavity. The dog's balls
swayed heavily between its legs, two dark leathery nuts. She also saw
its penis barely peeking from the protective sheath against its lower
abdomen. The reddened tip was pointed like a torpedo towards her.
The dog growled above her and she looked up. It towered over
her like a monster in a nightmare. Her arms could no longer hold up
the dog's weight and her hands released the broom, making it clatter
on the patio stones, and bringing the dog face-to-face with her again.
Looking into the beast's face again, Christine felt fear, cold heavy
fear wrap its strong hands around her throat and squeeze. Her breath
and her voice caught there and all she could do was stare. The hot
stinking breath of the dog blew across her face, causing her stomach
to turn.
Placing her hands on the stones behind her, Christine leaned
back on her arms, pulling away from the dog a bit. Her robe opened
and her huge left breast came free of the garment. It swayed softly
against her ribcage, finally resting against the terrycloth material.
She pulled herself with her arms, sliding her bottom backwards across
the patio. The dog took another step towards her, and then another.
She tried pulling herself back again but the dog kept advancing. It
moved closer to her, almost on top of her, forcing her down onto her
back until it stood directly over her, its four paws enclosing her
frame.
The smell of the dog was even stronger now and she could feel
its fur against her legs. The fur was thick, almost luxurious, and
warm on her legs, but it made her skin crawl, nevertheless. Its chest
was almost touching her face and she watched it expand and contract
with each breath. She kept still, fighting the urge to scream and
scramble away. She could hear its claws clack softly against the
stones and she knew that those claws could tear right through her
delicate white skin. The tail still hung down along with the
testicles, but now she saw that the dog's penis had grown
considerably. It protruded from the hairy sheath like a spear, a
veiny, purplish-red spear, still pointing at her. The dog's tool was
thick and round, like a plump link of sausage, and it bobbed beneath
the dog as it stood over her.
Christine stretched her head back to look up at the dog. It
just stood there, looking out into the darkness, its tongue hanging
from its mouth. It sniffed the air again and a drop of its saliva
fell onto her forehead, warm and slimy. She felt her stomach jump but
held back her urge to gag. Wiggling her bottom again, she slid
head-first on her back out from under the dog. Her arms were
stretched out past her head and she felt her giant right breast come
free of the robe and come to rest against her chest. She felt her
legs rub against the dog's rear legs and froze as the dog looked down
at her. Again, she saw something primal in its gaze, something
commanding, as if this dog was accustomed to getting its way in the
world.
She slid along the stones a little more but the animal
advanced with her, his hindpaws stepping on the edge of her robe and
stopping her progress. Stuck in her robe, Christine let out a heavy
breath, feeling her naked breasts press against her, their tender
flesh exposed to the warm air. She took a breath and tried to free
her robe from beneath the beast's great paws. As she did this, her
breasts pressed against the thick fur of the dog's chest. She felt
her nipples harden at the touch, the fur warm and soft against them.
She could feel the dog's hard muscular chest against her big pillowy
breasts, the dark fur caressing the soft white skin.
The dog also reacted to their contact. Another growl rolled
from within its chest, up its throat, and welled out from the wide
head. It took another step forward, its chest rubbing over her chest,
causing her breasts to ripple and roll over her ribcage. She thought
that the dog would push her breasts up into her face but then they
slid back down onto her chest. She felt something poke her in the
left breast. Looking around the dog's massive chest, she saw its
penis pressing into her breast. She thought she felt its member throb
on her skin and she could feel that it was larger than what she first
thought. The balls did not hang down as they did before, swaying with
the dog's stride. Now they were up closer to the dog's body, tight
and full.
Oh my God, Christine thought. This can't be happening.
She had to get into the house. Things were getting confused
here, things were going wrong. Again, the thought that she had to do
something flashed into her mind and, again, this thought was
interrupted by the dog going into action.
* * * * *
Christine watched as the dog swung its large forepaw over her
body, stepped over her, and moved from over her. She was surprised,
having half-expected the dog to attack her. She watched it turn its
body around, facing away from her. Its tail hung down, this time
hiding its testicles which were tight up against its body. She could
see its thick red penis swaying beneath its abdomen. When the beast
removed its paw from her robe, she pulled the robe up to her and
quickly wrapped it around her body again, covering her huge chest.
She re-tied the rope at her waist and looked again towards the dog.
She saw it turn around again and once again walk towards her. It held
its head lower this time, with its ears laid flat, looking like the
big cats which are popular on animal documentaries, stalking their
prey silently and confidently. She pulled herself back with her arms
again and tried to lift herself up to her feet, but only succeeded on
slipping on the patio stones and falling onto her bottom. Her robe
slid up her thighs as she tried to lift herself again but she wasn't
fast enough. The dog was at her feet now, head lower than ever,
sniffing the air again, the warm breeze waving the fur across its
muzzle.
Once again, Christine brought her feet towards her, lifting
her knees up, and trying to stand. By this time, the dog was over her
legs and his forelegs seemed to swipe her legs to each side, making
his approach easier. She could feel the fur of his head passing on
the insides of her thighs and she had to spread her legs or possibly
risk getting bitten. As she did so, she leaned back on her hands
again and the dog's snout disappeared beneath her robe.
She gasped as the beast's great head forced its way past her
thighs. She could feel the tips of its stubby ears on the soft skin
of her inner thighs and she shivered. She felt the dog sniff again,
its cold nose pressing up against her bushy crotch, causing her to
gasp again. Its head rose a bit, forming a large lump in the material
of her robe, its muzzle rubbing across her clit, sending a sharp shock
through her pussy. Suddenly, she felt something hot and wet pressing
against her crotch, completely covering her slit and the width of her
meaty vaginal lips.
Oh God, she thought. It's going to eat me.
And then she realized.
Oh God! It's going to eat my pussy!
The animal's heavy warm tongue kept licking over her pussy and
she could feel its spit covering her bush and lips. Frozen
momentarily by this realization, Christine could do nothing but sit
there wide-eyed and shocked as this huge dog licked her cunt. The dog
continued its swabbing of her crotch with its rough tongue and she
finally felt mobility return to her body, in the form of her bottom
pushing her crotch up into the face of the great furry beast. It
seemed to respond by licking her eagerly, spilling more saliva onto
her pussy. She could feel its warm spit dripping down into the crack
of her ass and down her asscheeks. Again, its cold nose passed across
her now-enlarged clit, causing her to moan out loud this time, still
watching the lump in her robe moving and making her pussy wetter.
The dog pulled out from between her warm soft thighs at the
sound of her moan. A disappointed sigh escaped her lips before she
could stop herself.
This can't be happening! she thought again. I don't want him
to stop.
That thought hit her suddenly. She was thinking of the dog as
a "him" now, not as an "it." The big nuts, the throbbing cock, the
hungry tongue, all reminded her body of sex, of the dog's maleness.
And an impressive example of maleness he was. The strong chest, the
powerful limbs, and the commanding attitude were characteristics which
Christine found attractive in men. Could this attraction be
paralleled in any male specimen which demonstrated these attributes?
No, she forced into her mind. No.
It was the situation that was confusing her. No more than ten
minutes ago she was enjoying a warm bath and feeling very relaxed and
very sensual. The tension and stress of the encounter with the dog
mixed with the emotions she had been experiencing shortly before had
confused her mind and body. She was not REALLY enjoying the dog's
cunnilingus and the dog was not REALLY trying to eat her pussy. She
was nervous from the encounter and tired from the lateness of the hour
and the dog was merely curious, trying to detect if a threat was
present. It was only because of her awkward position on the patio
that it had began sniffing and licking her crotch, not because he
wanted to taste her wet cunt.
NO, she screamed at herself. Not he. It. He was an
it...no...it was a he...no.
Oh my God, she thought again. Oh my God.
As if sensing her confusion, the dog turned its head to the
side again in that same curious gesture as before. Christine felt
herself smile at the dog's expression, feeling suddenly calm around
the beast. She found that she wasn't afraid of him...it...anymore.
"You're nothing but a hungry dog," she said aloud, making the
dog turn its head to the other side. She giggled at the gesture,
feeling silly that only moments ago she feared for her life because of
the comical-looking animal before her.
"And a naughty dog, too," she added, her eyes seeing the
garbage spread over her patio. She exhaled, brought her left arm
across her body and placed her left palm on the patio. Twisting her
body around, she raised herself up onto her knees, steadying herself
with her hands.
She suddenly felt a great weight spread over her back as the
dog's forepaws dropped over her shoulders. The combined weight of the
dog and her own pounds drove the strain onto her wrists, causing a
sharp pain to run up her forearms. She felt the fur of its forelegs
against her neck and shoulders and the broad muscles of its chest on
her back. She could feel its body twitching and its breathing was
hurried, its breath loud and windy. The dog began pushing against her
rear with its lower body, as if trying to move her by sliding her over
the stones. Its movements were quick and rough, not fluid and careful
like they were before. A sorrowful yelp broke from the mouth above
her head, sounding disappointed.
Then she felt the poking again. This time it was against her
rear end, and the poking was fast and furious. She recognized the
feel of the poker. It was the animal's penis, but this time it was
trying to drive it against her.
No, it isn't, she realized. It's trying to drive it IN me.
The quick pushes against her rear by the animal was its
attempts to bury its cock inside her pussy. It wanted to mate with
her and it had her in the optimal position: on her hands and knees.
Doggie-style.
* * * * *
Christine tried to get out from under the dog even though she
knew it was hopeless. The weight of the great beast was too much for
her. She was trapped beneath it and at its mercy. All she could do
was shift the combined weight of their bodies from one arm to the
other in an attempt to alleviate the strain on her wrists. The dog
kept up its furious humping of her backside , its penis stabbing
into her soft round asscheeks.
Maybe he'll become discouraged if he can't reach my pussy, she
thought. She felt the bottom of the robe pressed against the back of
her thighs and knew that it was covering her moist opening. Maybe the
dog realized this too because another broken-hearted yelp came from
its mouth and the stabbing stopped. It kept its weight on her
shoulders, though, the great forepaws dangling near her face, giving
her a close-up view of the thick sharp claws.
They were a dingy ivory color, almost completely hidden
beneath matted dark-gray fur. The tips were slightly scratched but
strong, showing no signs of breakage. The paws themselves were as
large as her cheeks. The black pads beneath the foot were
roughly-textured and looked very sensitive, almost spongy. The two
forelegs slid against her neck and applied a bit of pressure against
her neck and backwards against her shoulders. It was holding her
down, keeping her still so that it could try and find her soft hole.
She fearfully awaited it to sink its claws into her skin to get a grip
on her but the dog didn't do so, apparently satisfied that its great
strength was enough to subdue her.
Christine felt the dog move its rear legs, the claws tapping
the patio stones. She could feel the bony knob of its leg pushing
against the back of her right thigh. It pushed harder, forcing her
leg to slide outwards and spreading her thighs. She felt the beast
put its leg against the inside of her thigh, keeping her from bringing
her thighs together.
It's trying to spread me, she thought. It's trying to widen
its target.
When the dog pushed her leg outwards, she had to adjust her
arms so that she wouldn't fall against the patio. When she did this,
the bottom of her robe caught on the animal's left hindleg while her
thighs and bottom slid down a bit, exposing her soft flesh. She heard
the beast sniff again, the intake of air into its nostrils loud near
her head, and it renewed its poking vigorously. The stabbing of its
prick into her bottom didn't last long, though. The dog slid its
thick cock into her cunt after only a few thrusts, causing Christine
to gasp as her meaty pussy lips were parted and her hole was forced
wide open by the beast's rigid penis. Her eyes bulged and she choked,
then swallowed hard.
No, she thought. No. This can't be happening! I'm being
fucked...by a dog!
She squirmed beneath the beast, trying again in vain to
escape. The animal humped her from behind furiously, its penis
pistoning in her hole, sometimes stabbing against the walls of her
vagina. The weight of the animal and the force of its thrusting
threatened to drive her down onto the patio. Her arms were taking a
tremendous shock each time the beast drove its cock into her and she
tried flexing her arms, but she felt that she would collapse unless
her arms remained firm beneath her. The animal's grip on her
tightened. Now that it had found a rhythm it wasn't going to lose it.
Christine now realized that she would have to wait until the
beast was finished mating with her before she could get away from it.
She tried to relax and let the animal's instinct run its course with
her. She closed her eyes and tried to regulate her breathing. She
inhaled slowly through her nostrils, filling her lungs completely,
then releasing the breath slowly through her lips. She could feel the
weight of her large tits hanging from her chest and her heartbeat
slowing, calming her mind. The huge animal on top of her was
breathing deeply also and she found herself falling into its breathing
pattern. This helped to ease the burden of its weight on her, she
discovered. She arched her back a bit to conform to the curve of the
dog's powerful chest, fitting herself close to its body with only her
robe between her and the animal's coat.
The animal seemed to respond to her body's movements. Its
grip on her shoulders lessened slightly, the mighty paws dangling
again. She could feel its tail brush her thighs periodically and she
found its touch ticklish. The dog apparently had found its rhythm and
she felt that he...it...was no longer jabbing the walls of her cunt
with his...ITS...cock. She continued her breathing pattern and tried
to let herself go slack, so that his...ITS, goddamnit...thrusts
weren't so shocking to her body. It seemed that the weight and the
force of the animal mounting her was diminished as she relaxed and
went with the flow, so to speak. She even noticed that she was
rocking her body with the dog's motions, her breasts swaying beneath
her. Christine could feel her ass ripple and shake with his...fine,
HIS!...thrusting. She moaned softly, her pussy beginning to moisten
considerably, lubricating her hot hole and allowing the dog's cock to
slide in easier. She licked her lips and lowered her head, her long
golden hair falling down over her shoulders and draping over the
animal's big paws.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured aloud.
Christine felt the dog's chest rumble, a growl rolling around
in the great chest cavity of the hairy beast. She raised her head and
looked up, her face beneath the head of the dog. A hot slimy line of
saliva fell from the dog's lower jaw and splashed onto her left
shoulder, soaking into the robe. His thick tongue hung from his
mouth, pink and glistening. He looked out into the night, as if
watching for challengers to his dominance of her. At this point, his
dominance of her was complete. She was beneath him with nowhere to go
and, now, with a mixture of fear and excitement, she realized she
wanted him inside of her. Christine wanted this dog to fuck her, to
mate with her.
She was his bitch.
* * * * *
The dog kept jabbing his penis into her pussy, his movements
quick and savage. Christine pushed back slightly against him, trying
to get him deeper inside of her. She was very wet and slippery now,
her lips wide open and her hole well-lubricated. She cried out softly
as she felt his prick jerk and spasm, shooting his juices into her
cunt. Moaning, she wiggled her large matronly ass, feeling his thick
fur against her bare ass-cheeks. His coat carpeted her backside,
warming it. She could feel the sinewy muscles of his lower body
pressing into her soft ass.
She realized that the dog was still cumming inside of her.
One spurt followed another until she could feel his seed dripping out
of her hole.
Wow, she thought. This guy sure can cum!
Smiling, she thrust herself onto his prick again, trying for
more penetration. She moaned as his cock shot more of his watery cum
into her twat. She could feel her pussy getting hot and sticky. Her
pussy contracted around the dog's rod, tightening her grip on him. It
seemed to get even tighter as she was brought to the brink of her
orgasm. She threw her head back and called out into the night as the
tsunami of her first orgasm washed over her, quaking her thighs and
asscheeks. She heard the dog yelp beneath her moaning.
"Yeah, baby. Cum with me." she told the animal.
As her orgasm subsided, her pussy seemed to tighten even more.
Her pussy relaxed from the strenuous orgasm yet still she gripped his
dick like a vise.
My God, she realized. I'm not getting tighter. He's getting
bigger!
And he was. The beast's cock began swelling inside of her,
stretching her cunt. His thrustings became harder to bear because it
seemed as if he would rip her pussy from her body. The wetness of her
hole helped but it could do nothing to alleviate the full feeling she
had. His dick had grown to a thickness she had never before
experienced in her cunt. She purred deeply, loving this sensation.
Never had a man made her feel like this! This dog was shaming every
man she had ever been with.
Well, she smiled, if I had to be screwed by a dog, at least it
was a HUNG dog!
Christine tried pushing herself back onto his prick again but
found that she couldn't slide up and down the shaft. When she tried
pushing, it pushed the dog back. A short growl was followed by a
quick bite on her shoulder. Astonished, Christine yelped, feeling the
bite of the dog's teeth. Luckily, her shoulder was still protected by
the thick terry-cloth robe and the beast didn't break her skin. But
he got his message across: You are my bitch and you are to take
whatever I give. She shuddered a bit, realizing that this wasn't like
making love. This was an animal trying to reproduce. There were no
emotions involved here, only instinct, the most basic instinct:
survival through reproduction. She had been forced into the animal
world, where survival was the only thing that mattered. Now, she knew
that she had to do the same thing. She had to try and survive this
ordeal, so she focused on the lusty satisfaction that his cock, his
fucking, and his cups and cups of cum were giving her.
Christine grunted and grimaced, her pussy getting tighter and
more full. There was a pain beginning to grow in her cunt walls as
they were stretched beyond their normal limits. She could feel the
veiny skin of his cock against the insides of her groin. His dick
throbbed and inflated within her, until they were virtually one being
joined by their genitalia. She began to grit her teeth and grunt more
often. This apparently excited the dog and he tried humping her
again. Christine cried out as the dog's banging dragged her knees
across the patio stones. There was no way for his bloated cock to
move out of her pussy. The two were literally locked together in a
primal joining.
She could barely feel his cock slowly going deeper inside of
her. This only caused her more pain as his sausage-like penis claimed
more of her pussy. His progress was stopped however when she felt a
bulge against her exposed, red clitoris. The view between her legs
was almost totally blocked by her mammoth tits hanging from her chest
and swaying. She tried to steady her body so that she could see past
her breasts. The bulge pressed a bit harder against her and she gazed
around her breasts to see if the beast's nuts had found their way
against her. She saw his balls still held high against his abdomen
and she saw something else that astounded her.
At the base of the animal's monster dick, pressed against her
red-hot clit, was a swollen pinkish-white knob about the size of a
lemon. He seemed to be trying to force the knob into her cunt also
but her pussy was already filled to capacity by his giant cock. Her
eyes widened, scared at the thought of that bulge being pushed inside
of her. It definitely would have torn her soft vaginal tissues. She
couldn't imagine any woman being able to handle something of that
diameter. She was bewitched at the sight of the huge knot of cockmeat
knocking at her hole.
Then, the spell was broken. The dog began to cry and yelp,
his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, his tongue lolling from the
side of his mouth. He gave another great thrust, knocking Christine
down and making her brace herself on her forearms. She screamed as
his huge canine cock swelled suddenly and ejected a monstrous burst of
dog cum into her twat. Her scream seemed to last for minutes, echoing
from beyond the darkness of her lawn. Another swell was punctuated by
another jet of jism, shooting it deep into her. She choked on her
spit as her pussy spasmed around the beast's pulsing pole. She could
feel more cum spitting from his prick, but the swelling stopped, his
cock locked in her, insuring that his seed would be deposited into her
womb. She moaned from deep within her throat, laying her cheek
against the cool surface of the patio. Her big soft tits were mashed
against the stones, the chill of the patio making her nipples
rock-hard.
Breathing hard and sweating, Christine ran her tongue along
her lips, catching the drool which had escaped her mouth. Her ass was
still up in the air, her pussy stuck on the dog's prick. He no longer
had his paws over her shoulders. He stood on his forelegs, one on
each side of her head. She could hear his claws clicking nervously on
the stones. She opened her eyes, seeing his paws rising and falling.
Her pussy didn't hurt as much anymore but she could feel how wet and
full she still was. She tried to relax and keep her body still. A
shudder ran through her body as a smaller orgasm ran through her
pussy, making her tighten around the beast's cock again and making her
grimace and grunt.
The dog yelped again and Christine heard the claws clicking
again.
"AAAANNNNHHHHHHHGGGGG!!!!" she screamed.
Pain shot through her entire abdomen and her upper legs as the
dog tried to pull its cock from her twat.
"No, boy," she gasped. "Stay in me, boy."
But he would have none of that. He backed away from her
again, but still his cock would not disengage from her pussy lips. He
didn't stop though and Christine found herself being dragged across
the stone patio by this animal. The pain was intense and sharp as his
cock pulled her around by her cunt. She tried to push herself up
against his cock but he was moving a bit too quickly and she fell from
her arms against the patio, avoiding slamming her face into the stones
because of the barrier of her giant breasts. Her nipples and tits,
though, were getting scraped and cut as the beast kept trying to pull
out of her too-tight hole. The dog turned around by stepping over her
body with his hind legs, his cock now facing backwards from his body
but still held fast within Christine's greedy cunt. She felt herself
being flipped over onto her back by the dog's movement and tried to
grab onto something. Her hands grasped the legs of the round metal
table which stood on the patio and she held tight to it. She screamed
again, a tortured painful cry, as his veiny cock twisted within her,
threatening to twist her pussy also, stuck as the two skin surfaces
were to each other, glued together by lust. She had to lift her left
leg off of the patio a bit as his cock corkscrewed within her hole and
finally stopped. She lowered her knee to the patio and tried to catch
her breath, holding the table leg, her ass being swept by the dog's
swishing hairy tail.
Christine yelled again as the dog began walking away from her
and wrapped her arms around the table leg. Grimacing, she could feel
her pussy being pulled out again, stuck on his swollen dick. She
choked on spit and spread her legs as wide as she could in this
position, hoping to help the dog pull out of her. She felt the
entrance to her pussy stretch again and she screamed a short
high-pitched cry, as the beast's meaty dick popped out of her twat.
She could hear the watery juices literally pouring from her cavernous
hole and felt one last stream of cum shoot from his cock against her
big ass-cheeks. Her lower body collapsed onto the patio, her bushy
crotch plopping into the puddle of lust that had cascaded from her
pussy. She could feel her lush bush soaking up the hot cream.
Christine laid on the stones of the patio for moments, trying
to catch her breath and relax. She felt her cunt shrink but it still
gaped open enough for her to feel the warm night breeze blow into her
hole, juices running down her inner thighs. Her body shivered and
shook for those moments she lay there, the stones cool against her hot
skin. When she finally gathered the energy to move, she raised her
head and pushed herself up with her hands. Turning her head, she
looked behind her. She could see her ass still jiggling, the skin red
and wet from the dog's fucking, bits of fur clinging to her damp skin.
Her robe was bunched up at her waist, and strands of her hair and the
dog's were caught in the furry material. She felt the muscles of her
calves spasming, the energy trying to release itself.
Oh no! she thought, shaking her head.
The dog was walking towards her again.
He approached her still prone body. She hadn't the energy to
move away from it, couldn't even kick her feet at the beast. It
walked over her and stopped as its head towered over her big ass.
Christine watched as the dog lowered its head again, pushing its snout
against her swampy cunt. She felt its tongue lash out and begin to
lap at her pussy, the hot rough surface of the dog tongue sending
flashes of pleasure through her crotch again. She moaned, her eyes
rolling into her head. Loud, wet slurping and slobbering emanated
from between her legs as the beast lapped up the juices from her twat.
Its big nose pressed against her asshole, making her jump a bit. She
felt the tip of his tongue enter her wide-open pussy, swabbing the
inside of her pinkish-red cave. Her meaty pussy lips shook and
tingled at the animal's tasting.
And then, the sensation was gone. A groan escaped her lips
and she looked back over her shoulders. Christine saw the dog walking
away. Its cock hung between its legs, cum dripping from the thick
head. She watched it sway between the animal's powerful legs, a thick
red piece of cockmeat, and felt her pussy ache in remembrance. The
dog rummaged through the garbage almost off-handedly, then walked away
from the garbage-strewn patio. She watched him stride off into the
night, his tail now obscuring the thick dick which had ravaged her
only moments ago. She felt a relief come into her mind as she
relaxed.
Taking a deep breath, her huge pillowy jugs smashed between
her chest and the patio. She could smell the dumped garbage along
with the smell of her sweat. The musky smell of the sex which had
just occured mingled with the thick animal smell of the dog, reminding
her of his warm coat against her smooth skin and his strong body
taking command of hers. She remembered his powerful limbs
manipulating her into the mating position as his brutal dog cock
savaged her tight human pussy. Suddenly, disappointment made her
sigh, and she frowned.
Christine stood on her feet, a little shaky at first. She
steadied herself against the patio table and groaned as the combined
dog/human juices dripped out of her sopping wet cunt and splashed onto
the patio. Rivulets of their lust dripped down her thighs as her robe
fell over her very round ass and swung slowly. She heard a rustling
from her hedges and then the sound died away, replaced by the humming
of the night insects.
Looking at the mess on the patio, Christine sighed. She
kicked around some stray trash, frowning at the work ahead of her.
Suddenly, water began to fall all around her. Looking up, she watched
as a summer rain fell from the dark sky above. The drops were cool
upon her face and she licked them from her quivering lips. Thunder
pealed across the heavens.
Christine jumped at the sound of the thunder, splashing water
over the edge of the bathtub. She sat up and looked around, the
bathwater chill against her skin now. Goose-pimples formed on her
skin and she shivered. She pulled the stopper from the bottom of the
tub, allowing the water to whirlpool away into oblivion. Stepping out
of the tub, she reached for her robe behind the door. She wrapped her
body with the lush terry-cloth material and tied it at her waist.
Walking over to the lavatory, Christine looked into the mirror. Her
face was pale and there were dark circles beneath her eyes. She
closed her eyes and ran her fingers across the lids. Blinking them
open, she looked at herself again and sighed.
It was a dream, she realized. Only a terrible dream. Well,
not that terrible. A tiny smile played over her lips.
She could hear the rain softly pelting the bathroom window.
Walking to the window, she looked out over her back lawn. The wet
night beyond her window looked very tranquil, the raindrops
illuminated by the landscaping lights of her backyard. The hedges
swayed with the wind and the rain, performing a night ballet to the
music of nature. Christine pressed her forehead against the glass,
smiling. Her eyes moved down towards the patio where she saw garbage
covering the back portion of the stones.
She gasped and backed away from the window, almost slipping on
the smooth tile of the bathroom floor. She felt her breathing
increasing, her chest pressing against the robe. She swallowed a lump
of fear which had suddenly formed in her throat. Shaking her head,
she walked again to the mirror over the lavatory. Placing her hands
on the sides of the lavatory, Christine looked into the mirror once
again. Her eyes were wide with fear and she felt herself shaking.
The wind howled past the bathroom window, racing over the roof. She
turned her head quickly at the sound of the wind, staring at the
window.
Her shoulders slumped, her eyes closed softly, and she let out
a long exhalation of breath. A smile turned her lips up and she
opened her eyes again, looking at herself.
You silly, silly woman, she chided herself. The wind knocked
over the garbage!
She opened the faucet and splashed her face with cool water.
She turned off the faucet and dried her face with her robe. Looking
into the mirror again, she said aloud, "Christine, you need to get
laid...bad!" She laughed at herself and headed out of the bathroom.
As she closed the door behind her, the hem of her robe caught between
the door and the doorframe. She yanked on the robe, freeing it from
the grasp of the door. As the material was forced through the crack
between the door and the frame, a tuft of dark, lush fur fell silently
onto the bathroom floor, witnessed only by the rain clinging to the
panes of the bathroom window.
THE END ...
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