Archive-name: Bestial/dogrape.f
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Archive-title: Dog Rape?


This is an account of what my husband gave me for my 22nd birthday.

My husband had left on cruise (he is in the Navy) only two weeks earlier.
I missed him dearly and would often masturbate at night thinking about
him shoving his hot cock into me while he sucked on my 38C tits.

He had bought me my birthday present before he left.  A large Black Great
Dane.  He was even nice enough to have a neighbor woman who trains dogs,
train Francis so he would not be a problem while my husband was gone,
or I was at work.

On the morning of my birthday, I got up and shut off the alarm clock.
While in the shower I began to fantasize that my husband was in the
shower with me.  My hands caressed my hair, face and tits.  I slowly
moved down my belly to run my fingers through my pubic mound.  I parted
my cunt lips and let the hot water flow over my clit.  It started to
swell as I rubbed it with my middle finger.  I was soon gushing from
a tremendous orgasm.  Too bad my husband wasn't there, he could have
helped the throb between my legs.  While I was getting dressed, I was
putting on my sexy black half-cup bra, tight sweater, black garter,
fishnet stockings, (I usually don't wear panties), the phone rang.
It was my husband calling from Hawaii.  We talked for a few minutes,
and I said I needed to finish getting dressed for work.  My husband
asked me to hold to phone to Francis so he could say Hi.  I don't know
what my husband said to the dog, but he started to bark and back away
from the phone.  I asked him what he had said to the dog, and he replied
"Why I was discussing your birthday present".  I laughed and said that
was sweet, but how could a dog do anything for my birthday.  My husband
said, "You never know, you might just be surprised!"

I finished getting dressed.  The tight sweater and skirt outfit showed
off my 38-26-38 figure very well, and the guys at the office I worked at
in San Francisco were always trying to get me to go out with them while
my husband was away.  I always declined them, but it was interesting
when I would lift my skirt to straighten my garter or hose and I showed
a co-worker some muff.

As I picked up my briefcase and purse, Francis sat in front of the door,
a weird gleam in his green eyes.  I told him to move, that I didn't have
time to play.  He just sat there and looked at me, not moving a muscle.
I swatted at him and to my surprise he lunged at me, knocking me back to
the floor.  "Damn you Francis!", I yelled, "What has gotten into you?".
I put my hands on my hips and had a stern look on my face, hoping that
would make him move.  I regained my composure and again tried to move
the dog.  He lunged again, knocking my on my ass again.  I screamed,
but realized that no one would hear me.  I rolled over onto my hands
and knees to get up when I felt something wet and warm on my thighs.
I looked back and there was Francis licking my legs.  I brought my hand
back to swat him, but he caught my hand in his mouth and lightly bit
down on it.  I was petrified.  Here was my sworn protector attacking me.
I had visions in my head of him ripping my throat out and eating me alive.

Francis released my hand and began to lick my legs again.  I kicked
backwards trying to stun him long enough to get out of my house.  But my
kick infuriated him.  He lunged forward, grabbing a large hunk of my
skirt in his gaping maw, ripping it partly from my body.  I cried out
in horror and rolled over onto my back, putting my hands up in front of
me to protect myself.  My legs had spread to support myself.  Slowly I
inched myself into a corner of the living room.  I desperately looked
around for something to help me defend myself from the dog.  He slowly
came toward me, drool dripping from his open mouth.  His green eyes seemed
to pierce my very soul.  His pink tongue hung out the side of his mouth.
His white teeth looked very sharp and cruel.

He lunged again, this time his front paws landing by my sides, his sharp
teeth grabbing hold of my sweater.  His muscles tensed as he ripped part
of the sweater from my chest, exposing my breasts.  The half-cup bra still
held my tits out firm, the nipples exposed to the air.  I believe Francis
noticed this as well.  He dropped the piece of cloth and came toward me.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what he was going to due next.
I felt his hot breath on my chest.  I figured I was dead.  His tongue
bathed my left breast in a wash of drool and slobber.  I opened my eyes.
His tongue washed against my chest, hitting both tits at once.  I hated
to admit it, but it was a little arousing.  But I knew I would never
fuck a dog, so I brushed Francis away from me and started to roll over.
Big mistake.

As soon as I got onto my hands and knees, Francis bit into my butt, and
let off a low growl.  I knew then and there that he was going to fuck me,
and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.  Just out of curiosity
I looked back between his legs.  Sure enough there was about four inches
of red doggie cock was protruding from its hairy sheath.

His pink tongue brushed against my asshole and moved down to my slit.
I let out a gasp.  My husband had mentioned women having sex with
animals, but I never dreamed it would be me.  (I was raised in a strict
Catholic environment.)  Again his hot tongue washed over my ass and cunt.
I shivered at the feel of his hot drool on my ass.  His tongued entered
my pussy and rubbed my clit.  I gasped.  I never thought that I would
be getting turned on by an animal wanting to have sex with me.

After he soaked by pussy and ass with his saliva, Francis began to
mount me.  I was horrified.  I had seen his huge red cock sticking out of
its sheath, and I knew he would never be able to get it into my cunt.
I tried to relax as much as possible, knowing that if I tensed up,
his monster cock would rip my vaginal flesh.  I could feel the head
of his cock slowly open my lips.  I sighed as he began to slowly work
his way in and out.  After a few pumps he was all the way in my cunt.
I had taken that monstrosity in me.  I felt as though I was going to
be turned inside out.  Every time he pushed forward, I could feel the
tip of his cock slam into my cervix.  He humped and pumped vigorously.
My husband's cock was no where near the size of this one, and he couldn't
match the dogs vibrant strokes.  Soon he was going at a furious pace,
I came and came.  I cried out "Fuck me Francis, fuck me!".  I felt so
dirty having this dog bring me off.  Soon he stiffened and gave a little
whine, then I felt something hot and

I was feeling no shame at this point, so I put my hand under me and
caught some of the cum in my hand and brought it to my mouth.  It tasted
a lot stronger than my husbands, but I was feeling naughty so I licked
my fingers and hand clean, then reached back for more.

I would have thought that the dog would have finished, but he started
humping again, this time his cock slid in and out with no problem.
In fact, he got up a better rhythm and could pump much faster than before.
Soon I was riding high, I couldn't help but howl every time I orgasmed.
I would reach my hand back and catch even more of his cum and eat it.
He exploded again inside my fucked out cunt.  His juices flowed from me
and I caught those and ate them as well.

After he came three more times he finally dismounted me, a large "popping"
sound was heard as he came out of me.  I reached under me and caught a
large puddle of sperm in my hand. I brought it up to my mouth and licked
it, rubbing it into my face and onto my exposed tits.

Francis came up to me and licked my face clean of his cum.  I thought
to myself this was the dog who just raped me.  Should I punish him,
kill him, I really didn't know.  Then he brought his dick up to me.
It was about 8 1/2 inches long and red with cum still dripping from it.
He moved himself where his cock was near my face.  I then realized
that he wanted to me to suck his cock.  I was not going to go that far.
I had enjoyed what he had done to me, but I was an unwilling partner,
and I was not going to further degrade myself.  I started to get up when
I heard a low growl come from deep within the dog's chest.  I couldn't
image that a dog was this intelligent.  I moved again to try and get
up when the dog lunged and bit down on my shoulder.  I was horrified.
I moved my head under his belly.  At first I figured that I could jerk
him off and not worry about giving him a blow job.  As soon as my hand
touched his cock, he growled again.  It was amazing that the dog was
so smart.  Figuring that I would not

The phone range.  I answered it, wiping the dogs cum from my face.
It was one of my fellow co-workers from the office wondering where I was.
I feigned being sick and told them not expect me today.  When I hung
up the phone I saw that Francis was looking at me with that "I just
fucked you" look that all of the men gave me the first time they ever
sunk their cocks into my pussy.  I looked at myself in the full length
mirror on the bedroom door.  I was a sight.  My clothes were torn and
doggie cum was dripping out of my pussy.

I went into the bathroom to shower.  I sat down on the toilet to pee
and let what was left in my pussy drip out.  I forgot to close the
door and Francis walked right on in.  I screamed for him to get out,
wandering what more could this dog want.  He walked up to me and put his
nose toward my pussy.  The fear I was feeling made me stop peeing, but
it still kept my bladder full.  Francis began to lick my muff and clean
the urine from my pubic hairs.  He gave a low growl, and I figured that
he wanted me to keep peeing so I let it go.  Francis started to lap up
my urine with his big pink tongue.  It was a turn on to have his warm
tongue wash over my cunt then take some of my urine into his mouth.
I couldn't believe what had transpired that day.

Francis quit drinking my pea and licked me clean.  I was able to get into
the shower with no further incidents.  When the mail dropped through the
slot, I noticed a bright red card with Happy Birthday written all over it.
I opened it and to my surprise, it had a full explanation from my husband
as to what was going on with the dog.  He explained that he had the dog
trained by our neighbor to do exactly what he did today, and that my
husband preferred me fucking the dog than to having other men.  He said
if I wanted to kill him and file for divorce that he would understand,
but if I wanted to, I could go over the Nancy's house and check out
the other dogs she had.  I might even try to check out Nancy.  I was
relieved to hear that this was how it went and that I wasn't going crazy.
I contacted Nancy, but those are tales for another time.

My husband has had me put this to words so he could put it on the BBS
so other people may get turned on by it.  If you enjoyed it, leave a
note and I will write about other things that have happened with our
dog and our neighbors dogs.  My husband is going to make me write more
about my/our sexual adventures, so stay tuned!

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