Chance Mating
By Mary Redrum.
I rented a room for the weekend just off the beach to enjoy the stormy surf I love so much.
I had been married young, raised my children, and watched them leave the nest. The next thing I knew, my husband contracted colon cancer and was gone for a year, leaving me alone and afraid to look for another man.
I had met several over the years with my husband and did not care for most of their attitudes towards women, so I remained single and untouched by men for several years.
I am fifty years old, five feet two inches tall, and 117 pounds, with a 32C breast, so there’s not a lot to me, but I keep firm and in shape with running, yoga, and aerobics.
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Friday night, I arrived at the room and settled in. As the sun set, I decided to walk on the beach and listen to the waves to calm down and stretch my legs.
Walking along the surf, I heard a dog bark from behind me. I turned to see a massive shape running up the sand towards me. I was frightened and froze as the dog neared. I wanted to run and bolt for my hotel room, but the distance was too far, and I was frozen.
I looked around for someone who might own the advancing dog, but the beach was empty except for us.
The closer the dog got, the more I realized its enormous size. It was a mutt, but I thought it might be part Saint Bernard. It was better than half my height, but its hair was not as long and seemed more graceful.
As the dog drew closer, I was so frightened that all I could think of doing was holding out my hand and shouting. “Stop!” I commanded, and the dog sat down only a foot or so away from me. It tilted its head back and forth as if wondering what I was.
It was a moment or two before I realized it would not attack me, so I rubbed it on the head and went to my room with it. I approached the dog and patted it on his huge head.
“You’re not a bad girl,” I said; then it stood up, and I could see the sheath beneath him. “Boy, I mean.”
After rubbing his head briefly, I turned and started walking across the sand to my room; the dog followed close behind me.
“Go home,” I said, looking back at him; he just looked at me with those large eyes and tilted his big head from side to side. “Go Home!” I demanded, but he continued walking, so I turned and took him around the neck. I almost couldn’t get my arms around him as I looked for some sort of tag, but there was none, not even a collar, so I said, “Stay,” in a firm voice, and he sat down.
I made it back to my room just as the rain came in. It was a downpour, and I was soaked within the last three feet of the distance. I opened the sliding glass door and went in. I showered, put on my sweatpants and top, and returned to read before bed. The dog was still sitting in the heavy rain when I looked over the sand to the waves.
I felt terrible for him; I had told him to stay; he did just that, and now he would be drenched and possibly get sick because of me. I made a decision, putting the book down, I went and pulled the towels from the bathroom and came back to the door, sliding it open. I called him to come to me. There was no hesitation. He stood, trotted to the door, and sat just under the eve.
“Oh, my,” I said, draping a towel over his head, “You’re soaked.”
He just sat there as I toweled him down and stood when I got to his hind legs. I dried his tail and started with his underside, his chest, and stomach, then further back; as I did, I felt his sheath-covered cock; it was thick, a good inch and a half-round.
“Oh, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” I asked and moved to his legs and feet, then back up to beneath his tail and to his massive balls, and they were huge, larger than I had ever felt on my husbands.
I stood up and looked down at him once I felt he was dry enough to come in. “I suppose you should come in and lay down next to the heater so you can dry off better,” I said, and he did just that. The huge animal padded past me and lay down just before the heater.
I slid the glass door closed and realized that I was soaked. My sweats clung to my small frame, and I realized I would have to shower again and put something different on. I closed the curtain on the sliding door and went into the bathroom; there, I peeled the wet clothes from my body and let them slap wetly on the tiled floor.
I climbed into the shower once again and washed myself off. As I stepped out, I realized I had used the towels to dry the dog off and would have to go into the other room to get more. I left the bathroom, walked to the linen drawers, and bent down to open them.
As I ruffled through the sheets, washcloths, and, oh, of course, towels, the dog came up behind me and licked my butt. The dog’s tongue was wide, warm, and a little ruff, but to tell the truth, it felt nice, and perhaps I should have straightened then and shooed the dog away, but I didn’t. The dog licked me again, and this time, its tongue went into the crack of my butt and touched my hole. I jumped a little and was about to straighten when its tongue lashed out again and went over the outer lips of my vagina and up, sliding slightly into my asshole.
I froze, not knowing what to do and almost afraid to move; he might do it again, and I worried he wouldn’t either. The tongue lashed out again and slightly parted my lips, rubbing the insides of my vagina and touching my clitoris just enough to send a chill through my body. My legs involuntarily spread a little as his tongue came again, a little deeper into each hole and a little faster on the next lap.
My legs were trembling as each new lash of his tongue brought throbbing sensations through my entire body, but it seemed to resonate deep inside my cunt. My natural juices started flowing; his tongue was long, thick, and hot; it felt better than my husband’s cock had ever felt, causing my mind to reel with lustful thoughts.
Deeper and deeper, his tongue drove, first into my cunt, then into my asshole; feelings I had not had in a very long time washed their warmth over me as his tongue went yet even deeper into me. Now I could feel his hot breath on my butt and the brush of his teeth against my skin. His tongue seemed to find and wrap around my button deep inside of me. My cunt began to spasm, locking, and sucking his tongue deeper within me. ‘I’m going to cum, I thought and, in an instant, remembered how wrong this was.
“Stop,” I ordered, but my voice was weak with passion as his tongue slid again deep within me. “Please stop,” I begged, but the onslaught of the invading tongue continued.
My body jerked, my cunt grabbed and sucked as I came hard, harder than I remember ever cumming before, and instinctively, my hips gyrated to the motion of his tonguing.
As he pulled his tongue from my now dripping cunt, my pelvis rotated in an attempt to recapture the thick invading tongue causing my cunt to gape open and positioning it in such a way he felt I was his bitch ready for breading. He was up and on top of me, all four feet planted on the floor as his throbbing cock found my opening easily, and before I could react, he thrust forward, stabbing me with his full length. His cock felt different than my husband’s, thicker, longer, hotter, and more ridged.
I screamed in fear and pain as I moved forward to free myself from his ravenous rape, but as I did, his front legs snagged me in a painfully strong embrace and pulled me back onto his shaft. My head went down, threatening to slap the floor; my hands went up to catch myself as he drove again deep within me, forcing my body even further forward, his weight resting on my legs and pelvis. I was trapped.
Each new thrust was deeper, and each time his hips tilted further in to push moor, I felt his cock begin to expand inside of me, thicker; longer, he pushed into me.
I wanted to scream, but my breath pushed out with each new thrust, and my body slid along the floor as he rode me. My cunt gripped back, ad his hot throbbing cock expanded further inside of me. I had never felt something this huge inside of my cunt before. As it drove deeper, I could feel the base of his cock starts to swell just inside of me. My cunt felt like it would rip open. It must have grown to the size of a large grapefruit as the cock inside of me pushed even deeper, I could feel him hitting my cervix, and I was repeatedly cumming.
Even through the pain, I was enjoying the fucking I was receiving from this giant cock.
Then he stopped moving and pushed deeper into my cervix opening, and I could feel his cock expand and contract as hot cum pumped deep inside of me; my body shook as my cunt milked him, and I came and came with each new wash of hot dog cum. I could feel his hot semen trickling down my inner thighs as he continued to pump me full.
Then he dismounted me and turned so we were butt-to-butt, still locked together. He dragged me back over to the bed, where he lay down.
Afraid, hurting, and exhausted, I could only do the same, but I could not sleep as I continued to feel his cock and knot contract and expand inside of me until finally, nearly a half-hour went by. His knot slipped out with a semi-pop, and our combined juices ran from my gaping hole.
The dog cleaned himself and then turned his attention to my pussy, licking and cleansing me. Each lap heightened my senses, arousing the lust inside of me, my cunt began to close and suck on his tongue again, and I knew I was ready for round two.
The End.
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