Chapter 2: Wicked Taboo

For a week my mind had been fixed on this moment.

Mother wouldn't return from church for some while now.

At last I was alone in the house with Max. I trembled with excitement watching him waging his tail; his eyes fixed on me.

He was a handsome muscular mutt with a sleek brown coat.

I felt fresh and tingling from the shower I'd just taken and had been drying my hair by the fireside in the parlour. Just contemplating what I was about to do with Max was really turning me on and I couldn't wait a moment longer.

I took off my bathrobe before lying back to let the heat of the fire onto my skin. Then I called Max over to me.

With his warm hairy coat up against my skin I shivered with excitement.

The pure intimacy of the moment was intoxicating. My cunt tingled.

Then tentatively reaching into his warm brown loins I began stroking and fondling his silky black sheath, whispering and cooing encouragingly as I did so. Soon I felt a throbbing in my hand.

Max was now letting out soft wining calls of desire to me that were so thrilling. His sheath was expanding in my hand and his red tipped cock glistened as it emerged provocatively.

I'd begun perspiring from the obscene urges running through me.

I new these urges were taboo and wicked: but I felt a bravado as well as fear about them. I couldn't even begin understanding my desire for Max.

While I was focused between his loins Max was also exploring mine.

Then I felt his wet nose pushing rudely into my pussy; causing me to pant in pleasure. I was fast loosing control.

Max was now sexually agitated too, his fat glossy cock wagging obscenely in my face. Instinctively I cupped my mouth over it. It felt like heaven.

His snout gnawed into my cunt, his teeth nipping my clit, his tongue slurping my juice. I was near to the point of climax and sweating profusely.

With a fervent cry I knelt hurriedly on all fours for Max to mount me.

Max needed no prompting from me. With a cursory sniff at my cunt, he was on me. Oh that sensation of contact; his hot chest against my naked back, his strong paws encircling my waist, his panting head alongside my own.

My eyes closed in wild anticipation. This was my first time with anyone.

And then the bliss of union; Max suddenly penetrating into me: hard and deep.

Max then pumped at a blinding pace and my mind span in ecstasy.

Now, sensing he was nearly there I screeched with passion.

I climaxed savagely just before he did: a great blinding climax.

My legs and arms shook as his stuff spewed deep inside me.

For the next few weeks I was a typical teenager in love.

Mother simply could not figure out the cause of my joy. It was heavenly!

I was bursting with sexual energy, as was Max.

Whenever we could, we shared sex together. Max was always by my side.

Then suddenly, violently; it was all over.

Max got very badly injured buy a car. Max had to be put down.

It was the worst trauma of my life. I was grief stricken.

I had lost my lover but I couldn't share my sorrow with anyone: apart from Uncle Gerald. He offered to replace Max; but I new it would get complicated.

No: I had to let time heal.

With the following year came college and dating with boys.

I soon realised I just wasn't cut out for romance with the guys.

They were great to hang out with but when it came to sex...

Boys simply held no thrill for me.

I so needed a kindred soul to share my taste in dogs.

But it simply had to remain buried deep within me.

Occasionally I would catch sight of a beautiful dog owned by someone else.

Sometimes if he was special, I would approach the owner and get acquainted with the animal. This often put me in a spot, as I would then need to quickly find a place to masturbate in private.