| The summer was ours, and we rode the streets of our little cul-de-sac on our bicycles.I was eleven that summer. The world was ours, and we played until dark, smelling the sweet green of summer on sultry southern nights and playing kick ball in the afternoon.One of the highlights on the day was the magical sound of the ice-cream truck. My friends and I would stop whatever we were doing and run home, begging frantically for ice cream.One particular unnamed afternoon, I stood in the yard beside my friend Lisa enjoying an ice-cream cone. Lisa giggled and made a face, pointing over the neighbor’s fence. Her eyes were wide, and a flush crept to her freckled cheeks. She motioned for me to come over excitedly. Two small dogs were mating in the yard. The male ferociously pounding the little female dog, his thigh muscles rippling and contracting as he worked his red cock into the female her. She squatted down on his cock, giving herself completely and locking to him as his movements slowed, both dogs oblivious to our gawking. My friend whispered, “Did you know they get stuck when dogs do it?” Speechless, I shook my head no and continued to stare, aware of a funny tingling sensation and excitement. Embarrassed and giggling, we jumped on our bikes and sped up the street~**~That moment burned into my psyche as deeply as he locked into her. As years went on, I would daydream about being taken as completely as that dog took his bitch. Often, I would lay in bed and let my fingers slide over my soft pussy lips and tease my clit, imagining the aftermath of a k-9 fucking complete and brutal. I would open my legs wide for it, hungry, impaled and locked helpless to a thrusting male. His huge red cock buried completely in my tight pussy, the knot swelling inside me to the breaking point, cum dripping down my thighs, haunches rippling with inhuman force, jack-hammering me to a state of raw sex. ~***~I’ve only had the pleasure of exploring my my interests a couple of times. I was alone with a dog (names withheld to protect the guilty , while petting him slid my hand to his concealed shaft. I found the small knot, and rubbed it gently between my fingertips. His cock grew larger, and the beautiful red shaft thrust out of the soft furr. Lacework of red veins scattered through the sticky swelling organ, it was blatantly, indecently red, rubbing into my hand. He began to pump his hindquarters, his eyes half closing and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. The juices began to flow, jets of clear fluid spurting out onto the ground. The knot grew larger. He whimpered softly and arched his back into the sweet cumming. I slipped my grip behind his knot, trying to simulate a tie, and held him quietly for 10 minutes while his cum continued to jet from his beautiful cock. He lifted his leg over my hand, and I held his cock behind him in a tie stance, pulsing my grip once in a while gently over his knot. With each gentle pulse, the ejaculation poured onto the ground. When he seemed to be finished with his enjoyment, I loosened my “tie” and he settled in to the immediate business of licking himself clean. ~~*****~~~I fantasize about being taken by a big beautiful canine. In my daydreams he is powerful, beautiful, natural, filling me up completely and knotting to me while he pumps me full of his sweet sticky sperm. This thought triggers powerful orgasms almost immediately.For months now, I have conciously worked on my internal pressure and control, now able to clamp down very tightly around my fingers or a man’s cock eliciting moans of pleasure from both of us. While it is an enhancement to my sex life…ultimately, I know I’m ready to milk every last drop when I finally mate. This post has been edited by SheWantsRed on Jun 1 2006, 11:01 AM |
