Me, Max & Uncle Gerald
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - I'm looking quietly through a few old photos that have long lain undisturbed. They were taken in the misty days well before the crash of western Capitalism. This one is a blurred snap of me; romping with Max. I'd got Max as a puppy on my birthday; soon he'd be a handsome black mongrel; running like the wind. I loved Max.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual BiSexual Were animal Sharing Exhibitionism First Petting Voyeurism Small Breasts
And so I had became a full-blown bitch; and I realised it was taboo, but there was no resisting the ecstasy Max gave me.
I’d take Max twice daily; mornings before I got dressed and evening before I took a shower.
I spent the daytime thinking about my evening fuck, and much of my nights dreaming about my morning fuck. And Max always delivered at full throttle; with oodles of spunk. He was such an eager lover.
After a few weeks I noticed Max’s stick had expanded due to it’s excessive exercise; his balls hung larger also. Oh yes, I was the cat who got the cream that summer. Max had kept me more than happy.
But then suddenly and violently it was all over.
Max got very badly injured by a car, when he was chasing a rabbit along our narrow lane.
It was the worst trauma of my life.
With the death of my Max my, and then my Mother forbidding me having another dog, I felt my very sexuality being banished forever!
Dog-sex defined me as an individual; just as arse-fucking does to a queer and dildo-fucking for a a lesbian.
It wasn’t possible for me to convert to another passion; the very idea repulsed me, so I I felt like a recluse in the garden as I sunbathed in my bikini.
Then again Gerald had quietly appeared.
He could see I was gently sobbing, so he sat beside me and began comforting me, by stroking inside my thighs; which only made me miss Max even more!