Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Why I'm still knotlover

It has been 14 years since I started having sex with my dog.  Hard to believe.  My original dog, mikey has departed this earth and I have since replaced him with blackie, also a labrador retriever.  Somehow that breed seems to be very well suited for sex with ladies.  They learn fast and have optimum equipment.  I am toying with the idea of getting another dog, same breed so I can double my enjoyment.  It took two years to get blackie trained and the training was as good for him as it was for me. 

Here's a typical session with blackie, from start to end.

It's a weekend morning, and I'm feeliing particularly horny for some hard knot.  After preparing the floor, mats and towels, I strip from the waist down.  Blackie is not interested in my boobs.  We are in the kitchen where I sit on the stool I have purchased for this very purpose.  It's a little higher than a regular chair and positions me just right for blackie to start the fun.  I call him over and show him that I am naked.  His interest is immediate and rapid.  He starts to lick my pussy.  His tongue is strong and he gets into every nook and cranny, including my clit.  He never tires of the licking and meither do I.

Soon enough he's got me doing a little wiggling and moving as he hits my clit often enough to sustain the pleasure level.  After a few more minutes, more for me than him, I get down on the floor and get into his favorite position.  He is inveterately a doggy-style lover.   As he sniffs around behiind me I feel him licking me again, this time mostly my anus.  This supplies a whole new level of thrills and I tell him what a good boy he is so he won't stop.  I think his licking of my anus sort of spurs him on and soon he is ready to try to mount me.  He climbs on me and starts to try to find my pussy.  I feel him poking around back there and know he will soon find me.

Then he does.  He feels the entrance to my pussy and begins to hump his cock as deep inside as he can.  So deep.  And familiar.  And pleasurable.  I feel him sliding in.  His cock is much warmer than I am and it feel like a hot, very enjoyable, pleasure thing, getting deeper and deeper. 

I am moaning a little now and crooning to him about what a good boy he is and how much I love him as I try to stay as still, unsuccesfully, as I can so he will be able to get in as deep as he wants.  He presses me between his front legs to keep me immobile as he starts to fuck me.  I feel his cock beginning to swell and then I feel his knot pressing against my pleasure center and I start to melt.  An orgasm starts somewhere deep inside and I ride it out, wriggling a little.  He snorts as if to say to me that I should be still. He's working.  A minute or so passes.  He is still now.  Somewhere from the same place as before, I feel the second orgasm coming and I start to moan a little louder.  He's used to the noise and knows he's not hurting me.  Then it really starts.  His knot is burning my g-spot and I'm starting to have one orgasm after another, almost like a train.  Each one a little more intense than the other.  So good.  I'm cumming almost non-stop now and probably screaming with pleasure.  He stays still, letting his knot do what it is supposed to do.  Lock me in place until he is ready to impregnate me.  I'm  bucking a litttle now, the orgasms one after the other, driving me crazy and making me as much an animal as he is.  We have been tied for maybe three or four minutes and there seems to be no end to this.  At least I do not want it to end.

A few more minutes and I'm now reduced to a sobbing orgasmic animal, almost howling with pleasure as he continues to hold me locked with his knot.  My orgasms are what I call training now,  One after the other almost on top of each other.  I must be making it difficult for him to stay inside, but he manages.  I am more of an animal now than he is.

Then I feel him cumming.  Strong spurts of his seed, hot and thin, already pouring out of my pussy and running down the back of my legs.  The feeling of his seed splashing against my uterus drives me to one final powerful orgasm and I collapse as his cock slides out of me, knot finally reduced and now useless.  The floor is wet with our combined juices.

He retires to a corner of the kitchen and licks his cock.  I lay there, when I look at the clock I see that we had been tied for somewhere around seven minutes,  It seemed like an hour.  All pleasure.  Actually defining ecstacy.  The realization dawns that he will be ready for me in another half hour if I want.  Maybe we will spend the entire weekend on the floor, fucking like two halves of the same beast.  Another dog would be on and in me right now if I had one.   Both dogs would think that they were with the horniest bitch ever.  Should I get and train another dog for my pleasure?  Do I dare take a chance on just becoming the woman who fucks her dogs all day?  I think I might.....

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

My try at bondage

It wasn't all that long ago when I met a guy who was into bondage.  I had never tried that particular kink but always sort of wondered what it would be like either to be all tied up and helpless with some guy (or gal) and getting sexually abused, or be the one who has someone else all helpless.  Both sides of bondage kind of turned me on.    I know I'm about as kinky as one can be when it comes to sex, and the thought sort of appealed to the part of me that gets squirmy when I think about sexual things.

So, I met this guy at work who asked me out for a drink or two.  He seemed really harmless, and I almost declined his offer on those grounds.  I like a little feeling of adventure with guys and this one didn't send any such vibes.  After we sat and had a few drinks, he started to steer the conversation to the subject of getting tied up.  He confessed that he liked being tied up a little more than being the knot-maker.  Of course, my sex antenna was up and pointing after a while and I confessed that I had never tried it.  The truth was, I sort of wanted to try getting a little harmless submission and maybe some differently slanted sex.  The more we drank and talked, the more interested I was.  The danger and kinkiness of letting a relative stranger have me helpless and sexually vulnerable was getting me very hot. 

After we had drunk enough to erase all inhibitions, I agreed to follow him to his place and possibly explore the subject more deeply.  I was not prepared for what happened next.   He had an almost genuine dungeon in his basement.  There were all sorts of eyelets and things hanging from the rafters for use with ropes and belts and a chair that was sort of bolted to the floor.  He had fashioned a sort of cross thing that stood in one area and the whole place was indeed scary.  I felt myself shudder at the condition of the place, yet I was fascinated. 

He asked me if I wanted to tie him up and maybe whip him a little.  I was getting hotter and felt myself getting a little wet at the thought.  I had never even known this about myself, but I knew I wanted to try it.  I told him I was game.  He asked me if I would get naked because that was part of the thrill.  I agreed and in a few minutes we were both undressed.

To say I was clumsy at tying him up would be an understatement.  He laid down on his stomach on this table and I managed to get him tied to it with these really thick ropes.  Basically his hands and feet to the four table legs.  He told me to where to stand so he could see me and then he told me to whip his ass with the whip he had in a sort of cabinet with other "torture" tools.  It was quite an assortment of different stuff in that cabinet. 

I was not sure how hard to actually whip him so I was tentative at first.  He told me to do it harder.  I did.  I could see that he was getting a little squirmy and noticed that he was getting hard.  The harder I whipped him, the larger his cock got.  I was hitting him and he was getting off.  Very strange.  Leaving some considerable welts.  Then he asked me to touch him and I started to give him a hand job when he came almost at once.  It seemed like a lot of cum and I was a little disappointed that I wasn't going to get any of it. 

Later, he told me that I was good.  I had no idea.  It didn't seem like a lot of fun to me to get your ass whipped so you could cum.  I told him that if he was ever going to tie me up, there would be no whipping.  He could use any sort of vibrator or his fingers or his cock on me, but no whips.  He agreed.  He told me that there were two types of "submissives", those who wanted a little pain, and those who only wanted pleasure.  I was in the  second category.

He asked me to sit in his bolted-to-the-floor chair.  He said me would tie me up in such a way that I would really like it.  I was only hesitant for a second or two and then my "oh hell why not" self took over.  I got into the chair.  Just getting onto the chair had me wet and anticipating.  He tied my arms to the chair arms first, so I couldn't move them.  Then he tied my legs apart, with each leg tied up over my arms and then to a chair leg, spreading me out really wide.  He had me tied so that my ass was forward in the chair and my pussy was almost hanging over the edge of the seat.  He showed me a ball gag and asked if I knew what it was.  I told him I wasn't totally ignorant.   Then he forced it into my mouth.  I was getting a little scared.  I hadn't thought of this kind of submission.  Then he produced nipple clamps.  I tried to tell him I didn't want any pain, but I couldn't speak.  I could only make little mewing sounds.  He knew, though, that I was not wanting the clamps.  Didn't matter.  He clamped first one than the other nipple with the things.  They hurt a little at first, then sort of eased off into a pleasurable feeling.   He disappeared for a few minutes, I couldn't see behind me then I felt him stroking my neck and face.  Then he placed his erect penis on my shoulder and rubbed it against me.  He was very hard.

He came around to the front of the chair and showed me this huge vibrating dildo.  He told me he was going to fuck me twice,  first with the dildo and then with his cock.  Then he started the vibrator and began to vibrate my clit.  I was starting to squirm a little,  It felt so good.  His eyes were wide and he was getting as excited as I was.  I could see a glistening drop of pre-cum on his now-stiff cock.   The vibe was really getting to me when  he  inserted it into my pussy.  Really amazing.  Slow strokes back and forth.  I was trying to rock into it, but the chair didn't move, and I couldn't move much either.   He kept fucking me with the toy (although in his hands it was more of a sex-tool).  I came once, moaning through the ball gag and trying unsuccessfully to move a little.  I could feel the saliva running down my chin as I was starting to feel another orgasm.  He kept going until I finished the second time.  Then he knelt in front of the chair and replaced the vibrator with his hard cock. 
Surprisingly, he lasted much longer than his first orgasm and fucked me for what seemed like an eternity.  I came three or four times before he finally shuddered, pulled his cock out of me and let himself cum all over my body. 
I was drained.  I imagined that he was too.  He left me in the chair for a while then finally came and untied me.  He asked me if I enjoyed it.  I couldn't believe that he had to ask.  As soon as he took the ball-gag out I grabbed his cock and gave him a gratitude blow job.  I did get him to cum a little,  but he was actually through for the night. 

We had many more sessions like that over the course of the next three months.  Our shared enthusiasm for bondage came to an end when he left me tied up to some hanging eyelets over night.  He said he fell asleep upstairs and just forgot that I was hanging there in his dungeon.  I yelled like hell, but he had made the dungeon fairly sound-proof so It was a waste of time.   I didn't enjoy that, and I told him so when he finally released me the next day.  That was pretty much it.  I see him occasionally now, but we don't even speak.  Still, I did enjoy it while it lasted.  And  I know that I have a little thing for being tied up and helpless should the opportunity ever arrive again.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Rosey and me

I think I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when it happened.  I was already having sex with guys, some older, some my age.  Maybe even one or two who were younger than me.  I wasn't very careful and when my time of the month came, I would sweat it through almost every month.  Didn't keep me from going at it, however. 
My BFF at the time was a girl named Rosey.  We were almost inseparable and as close as girls that age can be.  We spent a lot of time discussing our sex lives and I guess I knew everything there was to know about her.  Or so I thought.  I knew that she was just about as insatiable as I was when it came to sex. 
One day, I was at her house, and as usual, nobody else was home.  Her mother worked a killer schedule at Wal-Mart and her dad had long ago fled the marriage.  She was an only child. 
We had been looking at porn on line, even though her mother had set up a porn blocker.  So silly, those things could be circumvented in about two minutes if you knew how.  Anyway, somehow we found ourselves looking at some really hot girl-girl stuff with pussy licking, dildos and what they called tribbing.   I'd seen this kind of porn before and found it titillating but not something I had considered doing.    I was getting a pretty good eyeful and actually getting a little wet when I noticed that Rosey seemed to be getting a little turned on also.
She asked me if I ever thought about doing it with another girl.  I couldn't lie.  I had been turned on by girl-girl in the past.  I had even masturbated while watching it although the thought of actually doing what I saw the actors doing hadn't occurred to me.
"Oh, I've thought about it."  I said.  There was a slight tremble in my voice because I was doing exactly that.
She looked at me for a minute then said "Do you want to try it?  I think it looks hot."  By now I was more than a little intrigued with the idea and had even thought about whether Rosey would be up to trying it with me.  I told her I wouldn't mind trying it, but had no idea about how to go about it. 
Then she moved closer and turned to kiss me.  I pulled back a little,  without really knowing why I did.  I wanted it, she wanted it, so why not.   She didn't answer, but kept moving closer.  I was hesitant, but by now I was fascinated with the idea of kissing her.  I decided to kiss her if she wanted to.   I kissed her like a boy, mouth open, and she caught on.  Almost right away, we were frenching.  It was hot and I melted.  She moaned a little and we kissed really sexually, tongues flying, mouths open both of us getting more and more excited.  I felt her pulling my top up and I raised my arms to make it easier.  She threw it on the floor and leaned over to me, she started kissing and caressing my breasts.  I wasn't wearing a bra, I hardly ever did back then.  I felt her fingers gently squeezing my nipples, her tongue making magic on my nipples.
I pulled away a litttle. I was breathless  "have you ever done this before?"  I could hardy talk.
"Not really, but I've thought of being with you more than once."
She removed her top and moved back to me.  She didn't wear a bra either.  I tentatively touched her breasts and felt her hardening nipples.  As I did, she gasped and started to move her hips a little.  We held each other for a while, our breasts touching, our nipples rubbing on each other.  It was really good.
I felt her fingers on my pussy and now it was my turn to gasp and wriggle a little.  It was strange and yet somehow extremely exciting.  I touched her pussy through her shorts and she gasped and said something like take them off and touch me.  I stood and pulled my skirt down and while I did she took off her shorts.  We were in our panties now and the touch of her hands on my pussy was electric.  I was getting wet, and I could feel that she was too.
Finally I couldn't wait any longer to feel her touch me for real and I wriggled out of my panties.  She stared at my pussy, her eyes wide and her breath coming faster.  Then she stood and removed hers also.  We were naked in  front if each other.  The idea was exciting and overpowering.  I laid down on the couch and she got on almost on top of me.  She reached for me and began to caress my clit. 
"One thing about making love to another girl,"  she panted,  "You know just what feels good and so does she."
I was touching her clit now and making little circular motions, just the way I liked it on my own pussy.
In no time at all, our hands and tongues were in a fever.  I was biting her nipples as she began to put her fingers inside me, first one then two and finally I felt her sliding in and out with three fngers.  I was almost cumming already.  It was so hot. 
Suddenly, she stopped.  I was breathless and wanted more.  I moaned in disappointment. 
"Let's go to my bedroom."  She was as excited and breathless as I was.  "We can be a lot more comfortable there. 
I jumped off the sofa and took her hand,  I couldn't wait to get back to what we were doing.
We left our clothes right where we threw them and walked to the bedroom, stopping to kiss and touch often.  It took a while to get to the bedroom.  The next thing I knew, we were actually in the sixty-nine position.  Her tongue on my clit was driving me crazy and I tried to do the same to her.  Her pussy tasted sweet and wet and delicious.  We were both moaning and writhing now, close to orgasm and oblivious to the outside world.   Then at almost the same time, we climaxed.  I could barely hold on to her as she was bucking and writhing, and I knew I was doing the same.  I found out then that she was a squirter and I gasped as I tried to drink her juices as fast as they came.
After a while, we were both as sated as we could be for the moment and we leaned back and stared into each other's eyes.  I smiled as did she.  That was the first time I was ever with another woman. but all that summer and in to the fall, Rosey and I became lovers like none I had ever known.
We tried everything we saw on those porn sites and became expert at loving another woman.  We would set up little scenarios where one of us would seduce the other.  Rosey even somehow obtained a strap-on harness and we took turns with which of us would wear it and which would be fucked.  We made love everywhere and the sweet abandon of being with another woman almost dominated our time.  We especially enjoyed tribbing.  It was so close to actually fucking and let us get deep into each other.  The feel of her clit rubbing against mine was indescribable.  Sex with her was so good that for a time we stopped seeing boys and literally fell in love.
I still like men, and of course dogs, but sex with another woman has a special place for me. 

Monday, June 17, 2013

How I became Knotlover

It was about four months since the divorce.  As nasty as it was, and as relieved as I was to be rid of him, I still missed the physicality of being with a man.  To be sure I had no shortage of sex with my vibrators, sometimes spending hours pleasing myself.  Mikey, the chocolate lab I had won in the custody battle would watch, probably puzzled at the transformation happening before his eyes as I went from his mistress to a screaming, wanton, writhing thing.

On that one particular day, mikey was, as usual, trying to push his nose into my crotch, a habit I had not really tried to break him of.  I knew all about dogs.  His sense of smell was probably his strongest sense and if he enjoyed smelling me down there, let him, I thought.  Then I had a sort of an inspiration.  I pulled my jeans and panties off and sat down on one of the kitchen chairs,  with my legs spread far enough to give him full access to my sweet spot.  I wanted to see what he would do if I wasn't pushing him away as I usually did.  He  went straight for my pussy.  His tongue was strong and very thorough as he started to lick me.  Mostly a little below my clit, but he was hitting my clit often enough to get me started.  Soon, I was wiggling and humping on that chair as he got me very close ot an orgasm.  I must have started to get wet because he got even more interested and began licking my pussy in earnest.   

I stopped him long enough to tear the rest of my clothes off, I wanted to be naked for him.  Then I let him back at me.  It was wonderful.  I had never been licked so well.  He seemed to want as much as he could get so I let him go on, finally having a strong orgasm, all the time telling him what a good boy he was, moaning a lot and moving around like I was on fire, which I was.  Between orgasm one and two, or three and four, I 'm not sure exactly which, I noticed his cock was beginning to emerge from its sheath.  Just the tip, but I was enthralled.  Like I said, I knew dogs, my father was a breeder so I had been around them all my life, and truth be told, I sort of fantasized at times when I was little about being a doggie-wife.

On a whim, I got down on the floor and, on my elbows and knees, tried to entice him to mount me.  I called him and slapped my ass to get his attention.  At first he was confused, trying to continue licking me from behind.  I felt his tongue on my pussy and my anus and its strength was thrilling and electric, but I wanted more.  I wiggled my ass a little to see if he would get the idea, but he kept licking.. I had another orgasm, and then the juices flowing out of me must have finally given him the idea because he tried to mount me.  At first he was clumsy, and he humped a little, then not sure of himself, he would get off.  I called him back, moving my ass and trying to entice him to try again.  He did.  Probably three or four times, he climbed on, humping the air and then he would stop and get off.   I was getting a little frustrated.  The next time he got on, I reached back and felt his penis.  About three inches was out of the sheath.  I moved myself into a better position and guided him to my pussy. 

Almost as soon as he felt my pussy, he started humping in earnest.  I felt him slide in, deeper with each thrust until his cock was in as deep as anything I had ever felt.  I was thrilled at its size and the heat was amazing.  Then it started to swell.  It got thicker than when it pushed inside and the feeling was so good I came right then and there.  As it grew inside me I began to feel the knot pressing directly on my g-spot.  I almost fainted it was so good.  I had another orgasm then another.  A train of constant orgasms coming faster and faster.  I must have been screaming it was so good, but he never broke contact.  He stayed buried inside me.  I kept telling him what a good boy he was when I could talk so he would be sure to know he was doing something I liked.  After about my sixth or seventh orgasm I think, I totally lost count, he had his.  The feeling of his hot sperm inside me triggered another, even stronger orgasm.  The strongest one I had ever had.   I could feel his hot juices pumping against my deepest self. 

Then it was over.  He pulled himself out and started to lick himself and me all over again.  I was almost unconscious with pleasure.  I felt his semen running down my legs as  I collapsed on the floor, still throbbing and pulsating from our adventure.

I spent the most of that remaining week naked, mostly on the floor with him on a doggie honeymoon.  We fucked as often as I could lure him into it.  Me thinking how wonderful it was to have so much pleasure, him thinking that he finally got to get at that pussy he had been smelling for so long.  After a few days, he got used to fucking me and got to the point where he had no problem mounting me and giving me the time of my life.  He had the perfect mate.  A bitch that never stopped being in heat.  I had the perfect mate, a cock that never tired and never argued about anything.  It was heaven, and it still this day.

Soon:  two dogs and me.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Gemma Part two

For a few weeks after the rape, Gemma was still traumatized.  The pain of the encounter had faded, but she was still in shock.  She remembered the cold fear when she heard him tell her to take her clothes off.  She had fantasized like all girls her age and had masturbated at the idea of being with a man, yet the reality of the rape still terrified her. 

She remembered the dread she felt when he forced her down on the bed and forced himself between her knees, realizing that he would do what he wanted no matter what she said or did.  She was used and then discarded.  Her personal self had been violated along with her physical self and she resented the former as much the latter. At first she refused to believe that was true.  Then as time passed, it became apparent that she still wanted to have sex, but on her own terms.  Somehow the rape had traumatized her, but not dissuaded her from the idea of sex. 

His name was Jeff.  He was two years ahead of her at school,and for as long as she could remember he had been mooning about over her.  He was obvious and stricken. A fifteen year old boy who wanted to be with a girl but had no real idea what to do or how to do it.  Before the rape, Gemma hadn't given sex with any of the boys she knew much thought.  It was as if the rape had somehow acted as a crossed barrier.  Having been subjected to the worst sex had to offer, she now thought maybe there could be something better.  

He was perfect, she thought.  She knew he wanted her.  He had been obvious on more than one occasion.   She did want to try sex again.  Jeff would be more than willing and maybe this time she would be more in control of things.

Her opportunity came sooner  than she expected.  The school was holding a social.  Very prim and proper, boys and girls dancing under the watchful eye of the faculty, who were solidly of the opinion that nothing could happen.  She decided to make the first move and asked him if he was going to be there.  He visibly brightened at the fact that she was paying him any attention at all.   Of course he would go.  He hadn't thought he would until she asked him, now wild horses couldn't keep him away. 
The night of the dance, Gemma couldn't decide what to wear.  She didn't have much in the way of clothes for such an occasion, and she certainly didn't have anything that could be considered provocative.   After some indecision and rethinking, she decided to wear something that she could get out of quickly.  Her plan was to have sex with Jeff and she didn't want him fumbling around with her clothing.

As the dance progressed, she made it a point to dance with Jeff and to let him hold as close as he wanted.  She could feel his erection when they pressed together.  The feeling excited her.  She felt herself warming up also.  Was she wet?  It certainly felt like something was going on down there.  Finally, after about foru or five slow dances, she took  his hand and led him off the floor and out of the gym to a hallway that led to one of the laboratories.  Luckily it was unlocked and as she opened the door, she could hear his breathing begin to quicken.  Her own pulse was starting to climb as well.
They went to one of the tables and she jumped up on it and opened her legs for Jeff to stand between them.  He moved to her and began kissing her, his hands roaming all over her sweet young body.  He pushed her dress up and tried to feel her pussy.  She whispered that he should take her panties off and let him do just that.  By now he was red-faced and totally excited.  He undid his fly and his erection pushed out of his pants.  She looked at it and decided that it was definitely big enough. 

She lay back on the table and he pushed himself inside her.  She could feel his cock and it felt good.  Then almost right away, he had an orgasm.  She hadn't even started ot enjoy him and he was finished.  She was feeliing a little disappointed when she noticed he was getting hard again.  God bless 15 year old boys she thought.  This time he lasted long enough for Gemma to enjoy him, and to her surprise he actually brought her to an orgasm of her own. 

When they were finished, she got dressed and slid off the table.  He was looking at her in a way she hadn't seen before.  They made their way back to the dance as if nothing had happened, but for Gemma it was a revelation.  She still liked the idea of sex. 

Monday, May 27, 2013

Taffina was terrified.  She was alone with a twenty-five year old man.  She was ten.  He was on his knees before her.  She stood there, trembling as he ran his hands over her body.  She was wearing a tee shirt and skirt.  His hands slipped under her skirt and she could feel them on her ass, stroking, caressing.   Then he put his hands under her shirt and stroked her nipples.  His touch was mesmerizing.  His hands felt hot and cool at the same time.  She could feel some response in her young body.  She had always been curious about sex, but this was something else altogether.  She was here voluntarily.  She knew that if she could be alone with him he would do what she wanted him to do, but now that it was happening, she was afraid.  He was so big.  Powerful.  She was just a child.

He tugged at her panties, pulling them down a little, exposing her ass.  Now his hands were on her bare skin.  She closed her eyes.  She couldn't look at him.  His face had transformed from what she described as handsome to some sort of almost evil leer.  She was having an effect on him and now she wasn't sure that she knew what she was doing anymore.  His eyes were vacant, he had become someone else.  His breathing was changing and she knew that he was becoming excited.  He kept crooning to her about his sweet little girl and that she shouldn't be afraid and that he wasn't going to hurt her.

Taffina was just beginning to develop into womanhood.  Her body was still a little girl body although her hips had started that flare into womanhood, and there was just a hint of down on her vagina.  Her nipples had started to become more sensitive lately, but she was really just a ten year old girl.  She had tried masturbating without much real success gauging her responses to her own fingers by what she saw when she secretly watched her older sister masturbate.  She had watched Celina more than once and wondered at how she was transported by her own touch.  Now feeling his hands on her young body, she began to understand.

He turned her to him and his fingers began to touch her vagina.  Careful, slow gentle stroking.  He was not rough in the slightest, for which Taffina was more than glad.   She felt a hint of pleasure from his touch.  He told her to take off her top.  As she did, his hands again began to roam over her ass, parting her cheeks and stroking her little bud.  She drew in a sharp breath.  Suddenly thrilled and ashamed at the same time as he stroked her anus.  Her eyes were wide open, her lips parted as she felt this new thrill.  She never even considered that part of her body before. 

He got up and sat on  the couch, pulling her along.  She was kneeling before him, and now he was seated on the couch.  He told her ot unzip his fly.  She hesitated, not sure what to do.  She was curious, and wanted more than anything to see his penis, but she knew that if she did as he asked there would be no turning back, if indeed turning back was even possible at this point.   She imagined how this looked.  A little ten year old girl kneeling there, being touched in the most intimate way, about to reach for his penis.  Finally, she did just that.  She opened his pants and saw his underwear bulging.  Then there it was.  An angry but fascinating thing.  It looked huge.  His breath was coming in gasps now as he told her to take off the rest of her clothes.  As she pulled down her skirt, her panties came along and suddenly she was standing naked in front of him.  He opened his pants the rest of the way and pushed them down below his knees.  Then he leaned back and told her to touch him.

She was torn.  Fear and fascination took turns moving her emotions.  She reached out and touched his penis.  He moaned as it got even harder, a drop of precum glistening at its head.  He told her to slowly move her hands up and down on it.  She was suddenly conscious of the fact that she had both hands around it.  It was beautiful and frightening at the same time.  Her body was responding in ways it had never responded before.  She felt wetness in her vagina and she was shaking. 

She began stroking it as he asked.  He leaned back and moaned. He told her to kiss it, to lick it near the top.  to take it in her mouth and let her lips caress it.  She was no longer terrified, now she was lost in the heat and stiffness in her hands, her lips as she worked him into a writhing moaning frenzy.  Her head moved up and down with a motion she didn't know, yet which was somehow familiar.  She forgot her initial fear.  This was wonderful.  He bucked and twisted a little, but she managed to keep herself in place, his penis in her mouth, her lips and tongue working.  Then he had his orgasm.  His semen shot out of his penis with force, almost gagging her as she tried swallowing as fast as she  could.  Then it was over.  He leaned back, his penis softening, his breath beginning to come back under control. 

He stood and lifted her up then, and laid her down on the couch.  He pushed her lags apart and began to stroke and lick her vagina, and suddenly she felt what she had imagined for the first time.  Her hips rose to meet his tongue, her hands in his hair, pulling him in.  She was not conscious of what was exactly happening, but she knew she had never felt this before.  Her hips moved of their own volition.  She was moaning and thrusting to him.  It was an orgasm.  It was amazing.  She felt ecstasy for the first time.  Finaly he stopped.  She wanted it to go in forever, but they were already late for class and they had to stop for now.  He was her teacher, and now she was his student in even more ways.

They promised to meet again when they had more time.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

This is a story of someone I know who is new to the world of doggie sex, but not new to the world of trying to understand her sexuality.  She wanted to experiment with sex with a dog, but did not at the time have one and so she took the remarkable step of finding an agreeable dog owner, who would for a sexual consideration allow her to use his dog, whose name is Samson.  Samson is a large dog, and Gemma (her name) was very apprehensive after she saw his size in the photo she received during her preparation.  She knew little about sex with dogs, but was aware of the knot. 

She contacted me for some encouragement, information, and a sort of hand to hold while she went through her first time with a canine.  To say she was unsure is an understatement.  She almost backed out a couple of times, and only after assurances from me, and some internal soul-searching on her part did she finally go through it.  During this one month period leading up and culminating with sex with Samson. Gemma and I became sort of friends. 

Gemma had pretty much an ordinary childhood.  She went to school, had girlfriends and boyfriends, participated in sports and wondered about sex and what that was all about.  She started masturbating,like most girls around eleven, and fantasized about what it was really like to be with a boy.

When she was 13 she attended a party.  Most of the people there were her school chums, some from classes ahead of her and some of her contemporaries.    Almost immediately after she arrived at the party,  she and one of her girlfriends were accosted by two men.  One of them was younger, possibly 16, the other was much older, at least 25.  The men took Gemma and her friend upstairs and pushed them each into different bedrooms.  She was with the older of the two.  Gemma was terrified.  She had no idea what was in store.  The man gruffly told her to take her clothes off or he would hurt her.  Frightened more than she ever was, she complied.  He threw her down on the bed and raped her.  The pain she felt was excruciating.  She was a virgin, and now she was being used in the most vile way.    He forced himself into her.  She tried to resist but her strength just wasn't enough and eventually she laid there as he pushed himself inside her.  She thought it would never end.

When he was finished, she thought it was over but then the other man, the younger of the two came into the room and forced her to perform fellatio on him.  The older man went to the other room, and began to rape the other girl.  The were trading off the two of them.   Gemma began to think it would never end.  Finally, sated and beginning to realize that somebody might miss the girls, the two men ended the ordeal.   Gemma and her friend were allowed to return to the party.  They were told to say nothing.    Gemma, still terrified and stunned at the whole thing, she did just that.  She told the other girl to remain silent also.

SHe never reported the rape to the authorities because her father was so sick at the time she thought the notoriety of a trial would kill him.  Instead, she lived with what happened from then on till now, some 17 years later.

The rape affected her entire life.  She found herself at times using sex as a sort of panacea, deciding that if she could call the shots sexually it would somehow mitigate the fact that she had suffered so cruelly against her will in her first sexual encounter. 

To this day, Gemma has not fully recovered from that event that happened so early in her life. 

Is this the end of Gemma's story?  Hardly.