(Hi guys, please bear with me for my very first posting here! I thought I'd try my hand at writing something for you all, basically chronicling some real events in my life, but extrapolating on them to, well, make it a bit hotter and more interesting. ^.^ This is going to be somewhat of a teaser, since I'm not sure if my meandering prose will be received well, and I'm going to wait for some feedback, first. But know that the story, as it currently lives in my messed-up little brain, does involve a real-life wuffy poking his nose - and other bits - into the scene, as well. Also, I'm not a native speaker, by the way, so if you notice some spelling or grammar that's a bit wonky, I do apologize - but consider yourself forewarned! - Love, Moon.)


The hiss of water on tile is audible in the background, and already the mirror starts to fog up, rendering the torso of the girl living in the silvered-glass a fuzzy, skin-colored shape. I study what remains of my reflection: the boyishly short, dark and curly head of hair; currently showcasing that inimitable straight-out-of-bed look. The green eyes, living beneath brows currently quirked in scrutiny, staring back at me. The imperfect, but not unpleasant lips, cheekbones, ears..

A sigh escapes aforementioned lips, and I run my fingertips across the looking-glass's condensation-covered surface, leaving a satisfying quadruple slash along my visage.

The shower is nice - as always. I run my hands along my sides, my chest, my breasts.. savoring the sensation of sleepy sinews waking, and the silky-wet smoothness of my skin. Hugging myself, I massage my shoulders; digging my fingers into the slender muscles binding my skinny self together.

But along with my brain and nerves and muscles, something else awakens, something that has been bothering me more and more since finding myself alone. An emptiness.. aching, gnawing, pulsing inside of my belly. Wincing, I press my palm to my abdomen, hoping to pacify the stirring void with a simple rub, and failing miserably.

Another sigh. An acquiescent one, this time.

Leaning back against the tiled wall, I allow my hand to drift lower; closer to the source of the problem. Heat greater than that of the water cascading down my naked form radiates from my vulva as I cup it with my palm, and I shiver as my middle finger, seemingly of its own volition, decides to curl up; slipping between the smooth lips of my labia, finding wetness entirely unrelated to the gallons of water raining down on my back.

The muscles in my flat, trim tummy tighten when that exploratory digit experimentally tickles the source of all that warmth and wetness, the nervous lil' orifice twitching in response. This wouldn't do, I decide instantaneously, biting my lower lip in frustration at the unsatisfactory finger. This called for more desperate measures.

Flushed and flustered, I drip all over the floor as I hasten to the mahogany cabinet below the ornate sink, my trembling hands swiftly producing the big guns required to aid me in my time of need: a squirt-bottle of Durex "massage oil", and a dildo.

But not just any dildo. The sight of it alone makes me tingle with perverted giddiness, my mind still shocked that I had dared procure it, that I had actually allowed myself to indulge in so guilty, so taboo a pleasure.. It was beautiful: all black, shiny silicone, with that curiously tapered tip and, of course, that dramatic bulging near the base - that wonderful, delicious knot..

A perfect rendition of a large, very excited, dog-cock.

This post has been edited by Crescent_Moon on Jan 4 2008, 09:23 PM

A fine exciting start. Keep Yer pencil sharp! Enjoy the weekend

Wow Moon... amazing story, and I am sure we all are waiting for he ending to see what happens ;-)

Very hot start can't wait to read more! A `10' from me for what you've written so far!

Crescent_Moon

Interesting and teasing introduction to what we all hope is an exciting experience.

Please continue.

Alice

A 10 and I hope more for you.

great teaser!!
we want some more :wub:

please continue :blush:

Thank you! That was great.
Waiting for more. :blush:

great story baby doll :P u sound veru hott cutie :wub: muaaaah!!

Sounds like this is going to be a great story.Hopefully the first of many from You.Thank You for sharing.

Wonderful start. Don't worry about language and spelling and all that jazz. Just keep posting and get the story out in its entirety. Loved it so far and will definitely jump on the next chapter as soon as it is posted.
AB

good start- you have me hooked- waiting for the next chapter

(Thank you so much for your kind and encouraging words, everyone! Oh, and, the toy referred to in this story, for those who were curious, is the Ruff's Stuff from Zeta Creations. ^.^ I can't link you to a piccy, 'cause I'm not allowed yet, being a n00b and all! Not the biggest K9 toy out there, but I'm only a wee lass, you know.. o.o;

Anyway, without further ado, here is the continuation of the story, up to the part where things get really interesting.

Yes, I'm mean, I know.)


Cradling the toy-cock carefully in my small, slender hands, once again pleasantly intimidated by its size, I breathe life into it in my mind. Running the veiny texture along my cheeks and lips, I imagine its second-hand warmth being real bodyheat, a nice, hot doggy-cock, with eager blood pulsing in those veins. Running my tongue up that magnificent, canine shaft, I ignore the smell and taste of plastic, supplanting them with the lewdly exquisite taste and intensely masculine scent of cock. Dogcock, at that - a thought which still never fails to send shivers down my spine and make my womb do flip-flops in my tummy.

It was still a thrillingly new concept, after all. It wasn't too long ago that I had first entertained fantasies involving animal lovers; had dared to share them with my then-boyfriend. Kinky guy that he was, he had encouraged my new-found depravity, foraging the web for pornographic material to tantalize me with. It had been he who had stumbled across the website proffering animal-inspired toys, and suggested we purchase some, though he never saw that particular ploy come to fruition. It had taken a while for me to work up the courage, alone, but eventually I had placed an order, and it was this toy that I was now enthusiastically drooling over.

Once my disembodied lover is sufficiently lavished in girlspit, all glisteny-slick, I take his curiously-shaped tip into my mouth. After suckling a bit, I lean my head forward to realign my neck, and I flatten my tongue. This enabled me to slooowly push my ebony plaything further and further, until it slips into my throat. Breathing through my nose, I work hard to relax, allowing me to take quite a bit of fake puppycock before feeling little gag-reflexes twitch-tingling in my gullet. Quickly, I retract the toy, leaving only the tip to rest cozily on my tongue. Closing my eyes, I can almost feel it, almost taste it: the copious pre-come squirting continuously from the twitching tip of my canine charge after that pleasant bit of deep-throating, splashing onto my tongue, my tastebuds, as I tease and tend to him with my tongue-tip..

God.

I swallow unthinkingly, experiencing a twinge of disappointment when no yummy doggycome is actually there to gulp down and warm my belly. "Earth to Esther!", I think to myself with a wry little smile. Slipping the artificial doghood from my mouth completely, I find myself panting softly; the sight of that obscenely large and non-human prick, a large portion of it coated in a thin film of my saliva, doing nothing to alleviate the sudden burst of arousal. The thought that I had taken so much of that big cock in my mouth and throat, alone, was enough to fill me with profound pride and inevitable horniness.

I wanted - no, needed - it inside of me.

Whilst the shower runs superfluously behind me, I kneel on the soft, and thankfully, warm mat in my bathroom; avoiding the chill of the tiles on my sensitive knees. With trembling hands I pop open the lube, and squeeze a luxurious quantity into my palm, only to rub it all over my silicone doggy's business end. He needed to be really slick for what I was plotting..

For weeks now, I had eagerly anticipated this moment. Ever since my new, knotty toy had arrived in the mail, I had enjoyed it; had relished its novelty, its perverse, animal nature, and its sheer size. Still it felt like it was stretching my cunny each time I played with it, and the first time I had taken the knot.. Well, it blew my mind. But I wasn't yet contented, oh no. I had another guilty pleasure, and I saw no need to keep my desires seperate.

This puppy was going in my butt today.

Just thinking the above sentence elicited nervous, girlish giggles from me, as well as tiny spasms in both my lil' holes. Ever since I had first experimented with a single, careful digit wiggling into my tushie, it had been that way: the sensation could be very pleasurable, but the thought of it, the notion of having my tight little butt violated, and the fact that I was enjoying so dirty and frowned-upon a sexual act, enhanced my arousal ten-fold. The brain is the most important sex-organ, after all! I quickly grew quite fond of having a small toy in of my butt whilst having sex; a practise to which none of my boyfriends ever protested. Since then, I had played with increasingly bigger toys, and by now I was confident that I would be able to enjoy a nice, slow buttfuck - an accomplishment I had resolved to share with the next special someone in my life, post-haste.

Laying back, though, I knew my tushie now faced a challenge: despite my tendency not to leave my rear end out whilst masturbating, despite the fingers and toys it had accomodated, and the buttplugs I had, at times, kept inside of me even when going out in public, it was still technically a virgin butt, and never had it faced length and girth the likes of this new toy; especially with that obscenely bulging knot at its base. But rather than filling me with fear, I experienced only eager anticipation, swelling arousal, and curiosity.

Would I be able to take this doggy-toy's big knot in my petite, albeit relatively well-trained, rear?

Spreading my legs apart, and lifting my butt from the ground a bit, I position the toy's tip at my rear, a sigh slipping out as, even without much effort, the pointy tip pokes into the pink pucker. Gently I use the toy itself, positively dripping with viscous lubricant, to make my tushie-hole all happy, and nice and slippery, before applying a little more pressure. With the thin, tapered tip spearheading the assault on my defenseless little asshole, it can do little but yield, accepting the unique head, and then the shaft; stretching, twitching, slowly getting used to the invader's presence.

With two fingers planted firmly on the flat bottom of the toy, I alternate between pushing the toy further into my slick lil' slutty-butt, and allowing the natural tightness of my inner muscles to sloooowly try to eject the toy, only to have it shoved back in an additional half-inch or so. This creates a pleasant, if somewhat languid, rhythm, allowing my rear to get used to the puppytoy. The tingling from the myriad nerve-endings lining my stretchy-soft sphincter, combined with the relaxing clitty-twiddling my free hand was tending to, make the process nevertheless immensely enjoyable, and the sexy sight of that beautiful, canine cock penetrating my tushie-hole only adds to my desire.

Eventually, though, I cannot help but close my eyes; the darkness so created allowing me to focus more on the sensations coursing up my arching spinal cord, and going off like fireworks in my prurient little brain. God, I love this. I love the way my velvety insides wrap themselves around the toy in my ass, the way they seem to snugly follow every detail of the dildo's animal shape, as were it a part of me. And yet, it remained alien, my body acutely aware of its presence inside of me, continuously warning me.. The pleasant pressure, the way my tushie-hole lewdly stretches around the thick shaft, the texture of it causing friction despite the generous lubrication, the sinews being rubbed raw.. and the sensation of penetration.. so.. fucking... deep...

My eyes snap open. Whereas most of the dildo is now warm, smothered by my hot, gooey insides, a cooler portion of it suddenly rests against my anus, and the soft, parted cheeks of my buttocks. The knot. I had taken all but the knot. And there it was, resting tantalizingly against my tushie, the dramatic increase in girth of it tangible. I chew on my lower lip, shivering, pushing gingerly but finding my rear unwilling to accomodate so large a bulbeous shape without a fight. The moan that this realization ellicits from me is more like a high-pitched little whine, and my lust-fogged mind races.

Carefully, I roll onto my side and scramble back up to my knees, finding myself weakened by arousal - shaking, even - and moaning tremulously at the feeling of such a huge toy moving around inside of me with every movement. Reaching up with both hands, I take hold of the edge of the bathtub, and the sink, steadying myself as I lean my weight onto my feet and get into an awkward squat; my bent legs spread wide, the base of the dildo resting on the floor.

Gravity would aid me like this, and, indeed, when I let up on the tension in the slender muscles of my legs, I feel the pressure on my backdoor increasing; my own weight forcing my recalcitrant tushie to cooperate. I wobble slightly, twitching, but steady myself just in time before toppling over. Then I start bouncing ever-so-slightly, using legs and arms both to propel myself, create momentum, feeling my stretchy butt softening, gasping in horny frustration..

Pop.

Nearly I fall flat on my back. With mind-reeling suddenness, my rear had relented; the knot had slipped in. I could feel it, inside of me, stretching me further than ever before - but there was little discomfort. Just a kind of warm, oddly soothing soreness, now relieved by the fact that the fat knot rested past my tight little hole, and the resulting, delicious pressure and overwhelming sense of fullness. God, I was so full.. so stuffed.. And I was loving it! My cunny, despite being pretty much neglected, was sopping wet; droplets of girlcum were dripping down and being absorbed into the fluffy fabric of the mat, and running down my crack and inner thighs in spidery little trails. My swollen clitty felt fit to burst..

It was at this precise moment that the bathroom door, which had been left cracked open a tad to let out the shower's steam, swung open.

It had been pried apart not by human hands, though, to my great relief. Instead, the snout of a quadrupedal creature had been the culprit. As chance would have it, exactly the kind of creature the toy currently filling my needy little ass was modeled after: a large dog. A German Shepherd, in this case. Quickly followed by another, smaller wuffy, white with the black, spotty pattern so iconic for the dalmatian breed. They stood there, two tails a-waggin', heads curiously tilting in tandem, in that mollifyingly canine way.

Instantly I knew them: my sister's dogs, Kwispel and Vlek. (Author's note: Dutch for 'wag' and 'spot'.) Apparently, my sibling had decided to drop them off at my place unannounced, using her keys to do so even when I was still sleeping through a hangover, as a thoughtful note doorstairs would later confirm.

A moment passed; two pairs of dark, animal eyes staring at me - me, completely nude, squatting on the bathroom floor, breathing heavily, tongue lolling sluttily from my parted lips, legs splayed wide, cunny positively dripping with feminine arousal, and, last but not least, my tushie tied by an artificial dogcock.

I felt caught. Ashamed. Which was ridiculous, really: they were dogs; they didn't understand, didn't care. They knew nothing of human taboos, of privacy, of embarrassment. Dear lord, they pranced about naked all the time! But still, with their eyes upon my naked, lewdly posed body, I trembled, I whimpered, and nearly started crying, if only from the jolting start I'd gotten. This startled the well-meaning duo, and their tails lowered incertainly. Kwispel advanced, carefully, until he was close enough to nudge my knees with his nose and slap a reconciling lick on it.

The intensely ticklish tingling produced by that big, rough tongue lapping over the thin, sinew-laden skin stretched over my kneecap shook me from my snoofling, and I laughed. Very carefully returning to a more comfy position on my knees - finding that the knotted puppy-toy in my rear wasn't going anywhere - I reach out and pet the silly wuffy's head, returning life to the poor thing's drooping tail; reassuring both him and his younger, spotty Protégé that, really, they hadn't done anything wrong.

This gesture was met with much exuberance, making me giggle once more. Such delightfully, emotionally transparent beings, these wuffies. In his enthusiasm, the big shepherd ducks out from under my scritching hands and makes good use of my face's unusual proximity to the ground, showing his relief and affection for his auntie Esther by dragging that big, wet tongue over my cheek.

This wasn't the first time this had happened, obviously, but somehow, I didn't feel inclined towards the normal, and socially acceptable, reaction of going 'eeeeew' and admonishing the offending canine for getting doggy-drool on my face. In this context, with me feeling so naked and vulnerable, and my mind having already been fantasizing about big doggies doing me from behind, the rules had changed, and now that the intial shocked had passed, the possibilities of this unexpected twist unfolding in my horny mind and leaving me dazed and immensely horny. No, this time, I lean closer, inviting the dog to lick me some more, an opportunity he seized with unerring enthusiasm. As his 'little brother' prances closer, as well, his tongue happily lavishes my face with doggy-kisses; my body quivering in inexplicable arousal in response to these essentially innocent displays of affection. Without thinking, then, I part my lips when that restless pink muscles brushes past my lips, allowing it to slip into my mouth a little; an act that seems to both startle as intrigue the affectionate male.

Slowly, almost deliberately, he leans in again, his tongue protruding, and I open my mouth for him fully, this time, surrendering to his probing tongue, allowing him to explore my mouth and lips, to taste me.. God, I even lick back at him, my little girl-tongue lapping his, the taste of him surprisingly pleasant; the act itself making a shiver ripple all the way from my toes to the tips of my dark hair.

Slowly I wiggle my tushie onto the dildo still locked inside my quivering, flexing butt, twitching and gasping at the sensations this produces, and venting my arousal in kissing and petting the wuffy before me, suckling happily on his tongue and scritching his tall, beautiful ears, wiggling my body restlessly with an electrifying passion I'd never before felt bubbling in my veins.

So absorbed was I by this, that I didn't even see him coming.. His white snout, dipping inbetween my legs, sniffing.. his nose, cold and wet, brushing past my inner thighs, pushing into my sex, inhaling the intense scent of girlish arousal.. That Vlek, always such a mischievous puppy.. Breaking away from his big brother's snout, I giggle nervously and offer him some scritchies, too, suddenly finding both dogs immensely interested in the, no doubt, intoxicating scent emanating from between my shaky legs.

Hardly believing that this was actually happening, I lie back once more - more like, "uncerimoniously flopping backwards" - glad to get off my feet. I spread my legs with nary a second thought, exposing my cunny.. the lips of my labia flowering, leaving the inner pink vulnerable, and twitching in arousal and neglect; glistening with girlcum..

Come and get it, boys..

This post has been edited by Crescent_Moon on Jan 7 2008, 04:34 PM

crescent moon great start to the story I hope to hear more of it soon keep us informed!

Crescent_Moon:

I read your first part the day it was initially posted and loved it and now I find the next part is posted and just finished it as well. Please, whatever you do, continue with this HOT, HOT, HOT story!!!!

Definitely worth the 10 I'm about to post for you, too.

Thanks for sharing this with us.

Jetsons

Thank you for sharing. Very nicely written. Got me very aroused I can't wait to hear the rest. A 10 for sure.