Liz and Max
by Gordilicious

I just want to take the time up front to thank you all for reading my story. This is my first foray into erotic literature, and also my first beastiality story, so your feedback is welcome and much appreciated. Please remember to rate and comment with respect :)

So, without further ado, here's the story.

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There are some nights that are just meant to be spent alone, and most of Liz's alone days were on Sundays. On this particular January Sunday evening, it was miserable out. The temperature was hovering around freezing, the sky was spitting an unpleasant mix of snow and rain, and roads were treacherous. The weather was really just the icing on the cake, however. Over the last several weeks, Liz's life had seemingly fallen apart. Her fiance had been doubting his own commitment to the engagement from the start, but it all officially came crashing down on Christmas Eve, at Liz's parents' house, when he simply apologized, called a taxi, and disappeared forever. She had always considered herself a strong and independent person, so her thoughts on the matter were initially positive (Who wants an uncommitted spouse, anyway?), then bitter (Does he even realize what he's missing out on?), and most recently lonely (Winter nights are too cold, long, and dark to spend alone.).

They were all fair thoughts, but it was the bitter questions that had the most to be said of. Liz is not someone you would want to miss out on. Indeed, she is not a someone you could miss easily in a crowd: tall, 5'10", slender, with long fiery red hair that she usually keeps up, creamy skin, very shapely (if modest) B cups, and eyes that resemble green bonfires. She can command attention in a room from even the most distracted eyes.

It isn't just her remarkable physical assets that makes Liz a lucky catch for any guy; her mind is as open and sharp as a set bear trap. With an Ivy League education and an upper management position in a thriving young biotechnology company, wits and money have not been matters of concern. During her engagement, she and her fiances kept apartments in different cities, since they worked on opposite coasts and saw each other on weekends and business trips. Working the big city, she kept a luxurious loft in an old converted factory from the late 19th century. The brick walls, hardwood floors, oversized windows, skylights, and high cieling gave the place an air of sophistication, and the orange glow from the deep fireplace filled it with shadows on dark nights.

Sunday was an especially dark night for Liz. She had cancelled plans to go out with friends. Unbeknownst to her, they had planned a triple date, supplying the extra Y chromosome for Liz. Fortunately for all involved, Liz, feeling especially down, called and bailed. A happy-go-lucky night on the town was not going to be in anybody's future if they dragged her along for the ride. Instead, she put on her favorite silk robe, an emerald green that helped illuminate her eyes in the firelight, queued up Dire Straits' Brothers in Arms to quietly keep a mood lingering in the air, and a hot cup of tea to ease the tension in her body. There was so much to work out in her head... so much to come to terms with. Making peace with her collapsed relationship was slowly seeming possible, but it did not quell the anger, ease the pain, or fill the empty space of loneliness--not hardly. Having always been too proud to cry, she let Mark Knopfler's guitar cry for her in the dark apartment.

She sat with her legs curled under her on the crushed velvet couch in the cavernous livingroom, staring into the fire. The tea was helping warm her from the inside, and the glow of the fire was starting with the skin and slowly making progress inwards. Be that as it may, she still felt cold in her heart. Everything would work out in the end, she knew, but when was the end going to come? Why couldn't things have worked out in the first place? It didn't seem fair. None of it seemed fair. Liz had always been taught that you get out of a situation what you put into it, and she had invested her entire life in that relationship. Why wasn't this working out? What was she getting out of this grand failure of devotion? At the age of 30, how long would it be before she found another lover that would accept her exactly as she is? On a cold, lonely Sunday night in a city full of happy couples and fairy tale endings, she couldn't help but cry. None of this was fair.

Sitting there, sobbing to herself in the company of dancing shadows, she could feel the tears dripping onto her thin robe and soaking through to her bare breasts. Amid the sniffling and sputtering, Liz heard the slow pattering of paws on the hardwood floor, and her stallion of a Great Dane carefully poked his head around the corner of the couch, looking coyly up at her.

"Hey, Max," she managed between sniffs. "Sorry if I woke you... It's been a rough night."

Max rested his head on her knee and looked up at her, as if to say, "Don't you worry about me. You're the one with the rough night." Unable to say this, he cocked his eyebrows, trying to look as comforting as he could. Liz smiled at this, and put her cup of tea on the long table between the couch and the fireplace.

"Oh, fine, come on up," she conceded, patting the cushion next to her, and Max gently climbed onto the couch and laid down, resting his head on her lap. He was as big as she, and weighed considerably more, too. When he climbed up, the couch yawned as it strained under the couple's presence. She sniffed, and sighed an airy laugh, and started scratching his head.

"At least you won't abandon me; you need me for food and shelter."

Max sat up in interest, and his enormous head met Liz's gaze at eye level. It was an awkward look, like he was trying to say something with his eyes. After several moments, Liz broke free of the spell, shook her head, and laughed airily again. Max took this opportunity to lift her spirits a little, leaning forward and licking playfully at her cheek and jawline.

"Oof! Hey, buddy," Liz laughed, trying to push him away. "You going to cheer me up?"

He halted the licking assault, and moved his head down, pushing his nose against her emerald robe. All the movement had loosened her robe's belt, and her legs were exposed all the way up to her hips. With one bold move, Max used a paw to pull one side of the robe, opening it enough to show her naked lap, legs together, and her breasts supporting themselves in full defiance of gravity.

"Hah, okay, okay," Liz laughed. "No need to be pushy."

She untied the remainder of the belt's knot, slid the robe off, and repositioned herself, leaning back into the depth of the cushions, separating her legs comfortably. Max laid back down next to her, placing his head on her thigh. Liz began idly scratching behind his ears, and Max closed his eyes.

They sat there for several minutes, Max indulging himself in the the head scratching, Liz enjoying the sensation of his fuzzy, warm head on her thigh. Liz closed her eyes and let her mind wander. Lost in the pleasure of it all, Max inhaled deeply, then let out a sudden, powerful sigh, sending a blast of hot breath between Liz's legs. The gust flicked over her crotch, sending an unexpected shiver up her spine. Her eyes remained closed, but her mind was quite active. The scenes that played along in her head were far from a cold Sunday night alone at home. Her imagination was wild with rambling, freeform passion. It had been, after all, twelve weeks since she and her now ex-fiance had made love, and the tension was mounting. Lust in all shapes and forms was seeping out of the back of her mind, and she could feel herself getting wet at such thoughts, and Max's sigh tickling her crotch only made her wetter.

Catching Liz's strong, carnal scent, Max opened his eyes to find her other hand between her legs, rubbing her clitoris delicately, using her fingers to explore the intricate contours of her lips. Max slowly lifted his head from her thigh, and quietly climbed off of the couch. Liz was miles away in her fantasies, and was completely unaware of Max and the apartment back in the real world. She was working herself up well, building to her first orgasm in weeks, her fingers dancing over her clit, when she felt fur along her inner thighs.

She opened her eyes just in time to see Max's hulking body, standing at the edge of the couch, his head between her legs, when his enormous tongue extended itself and licked the full length of her, from her soaked opening to her swollen clit, over her trumped fingers. Liz's eyes immediately clamped shut, and she arched her back with the intense wave of the pleasure that rolled over her. She moaned loudly from deep within, and her wet hand quickly moved to Max's head, firmly pulling him closer. Max, reassured, began lapping away with his soft, loving tongue.

Liz's head was swimming. She had not once stopped to think about what was happening; this was the most action she had gotten in months, so why question it? The intensity of the pleasure was almost too much for her to handle. After only thirty seconds, it had felt like an hour of an absolute tongue thrashing. Tension was building up deep inside her, energy charging for a long-awaited release. She pulled Max's head closer, moaning lowly every time his tongue hit her clit just right. As she neared climax, she closed her legs on Max's head and breathed faster and deeper, but Max did not change pace, or even flinch.

In moment of explosive explosive ecstacy, Liz gasped sharply and bucked her hips forward with an orgasm that rocked her entire body. The waves rolled over her a dozen times, and Max continued to dutifully lap up Liz's sweet juices until it became too much for her. She regained control of herself, and pushed Max's head away, her legs twitching from the intensity of her climax. She had never experienced anything as powerful and sensual as what she and Max had just done. That was absolutely true and unequivocal, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel the depth of love that she missed so dearly. She wanted to experience the fullness of passionate love making provided, and she knew exactly how to get it.

Liz eased forward and off of the velvet couch, pushing the coffee table nearer the fireplace, giving plenty of room between the table and the couch. She started rubbing Max up and down his belly, baby talking and thanking him for the favors. While her hand rubbed his stomach, it brushed against a hot, hard object. She felt around, and carefully grabbed what she found. To her amazement, Max's member was already erect and huge. It was completely extended from its sheath, knot and all, dripping pre-cum onto the rug. Lit by the fire's glow, it looked almost like it was on fire, and Liz thought to herself that it certainly felt hot enough to be so.

Max was breathing heavier now, with his penis being held by a woman as willing as Liz, and with such a strong scent to her. When Liz stopped marvelling, she let go, knelt by Max's head, and nuzzled his face lightly, enjoying the texture of his soft features on her cheek. With that, she took a deep breath, and positioned herself on the rug, face down, supporting herself on her forearms, and butt high in the air, knees spread far apart on the rug. Max knew precisely what to do next.

As gently as he could, Max hopped up onto Liz from behind. Because of his tremendous size, however, after mounting, he was tall enough to simply step over and stand over her. When he did so, Liz could feel his hot, dripping member jab her swollen lips. She gasped, and rocked backward, hoping to incite something. Taking his queue well, Max started jabbing carefully forward, looking for his mark. Lending a guiding hand, Liz reached back and helped him find her soaked opening. After a moment more of searching, Max found home, and thrust hard into Liz. She was already so wet, he went in with nearly no effort, all the way to the base of the knot. Liz let out a loud, guttural moan, almost a growl, as she stretched to accomodate Max's sizeable cock.

Almost as soon as he was in, he started humping wildly, with a fast paced rhythm with only one goal: release. Liz was awash in sensation. Her vaginal nerves were on fire with the machine gun pounding that the Great Dane was delivering, and she felt another orgasm on the near horizon. After what felt like an eternity of pumping, Max began to slow his pace, and she could feel his hot seed shooting deep inside of her. He was grunting quietly, and Liz was driven over the edge by the sensation of Max cumming hard against her cervix, filling her so completely that excess cum began to drip steadily from her stretched canal. Her head jerked back and her stomach tensed as another orgasm gripped her body. She could feel herself contract around Max's exploding monster of a cock, squirting even more precious dog seed out of her. After a minute of riding the waves of indulgence, she calmed and once more, put her head down, and straddled the fence between consciousness and unconsciousness.

When Max had finally finished his delivery deep within Liz, he slowly backed away, pulling himself out, allowing a waterfall of semen to pour out of his entranced lover. Liz, free of Max, simply collapsed to the floor, flat on her stomach, breathing slowly and deeply. She was fast on her way to sleep, only slightly aware of Max cleaning himself, when she came to a startling realization. On this cold, dark January Sunday, she was neither alone or lonely. She had, in fact, a caring and attentive lover with her the whole day, willing to accept her for exactly who she was. He was loyal, devoted, and needed her as much as she needed him. As she fell to sleep on the livingroom rug, next to the fireplace, she thought, "These winter nights may be cold, long, and dark, but they certainly aren't going to be lonely anymore."

And with that, she stepped into her dreams.

:rock: Very awesome! Look forward to more work from you!

Thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it ^_^

And thank you very much for taking the time to comment! 119 page views so far, and only one comment... <_< ...

GREAT STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VERY BELIEVABLE..KEEP IT UP!!

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Maxsbytch

For a first story I actually think you did quite well. Written in paragraph form, spelling great, story-line even better!!!! What more can I say?

I loved reading it and look forward to seeing more of your work here on BF.

Thanks for sharing with us and well worth the 10 I'm giving you.

Jetsons

Great story thankx for posting.. :beer:

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Very well written and very nice descriptions. A 10 and I hope to see more contributions from your imaginative mind.

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Well written - thank you for sharing.

Thank you, everybody, for your kind words. I was very anxious to hear some feedback about my first story, and what I have received is very heart warming.

I really appreciate do it.

When I get around to it, I'll be writing more.

Cheers,
G

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