The Longest Tie

laurac75
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Chapter 1

The Present

I was being awaken. Someone was between my legs licking my pussy. What was happening? Everything was coming back. It wasn’t a dream, then. I opened my eyes.

The first thing I saw was a dress. Well, half a dress. The top and the veil. I peered down my body. I was still wearing the thick white corset that covered my body from below my breasts down to the beginning of my ass that I had been given the night before.

And what was licking me between my legs was one of the three dogs that had come with the dress, I looked to my left and the other two were there. Lying on the floor, awake and looking at me.

It was Dexter, between my legs and his brothers Dagon and Dylan on the floor.

This would be the third time Dexter had mated with me. The other two had both done me that fateful evening and I had no doubt I would soon be on my hands and knees submitting to all of them again.

I could hear movement down stairs. I groaned. My three sons were up. They must not find out.

And the attack on my pussy by Dexter’s tongue was having its affect on my person. Involuntarily my legs widened and my right hand moved down to stroke his head and gently push him further into me.

What was I doing? What had I become?

I had been introduced to these beasts just twelve hours ago and now I was a dog slut. Something I would never have imagined I could ever do. To let not just one dog have sex with me but THREE dogs! German Shepherds. They each had
different colored collars but there were other slight body markings to identify them, too. Dexter was a lighter shade of gray. Dagon had a floppy left ear and Dylan had a much darker nose. They all had silver plates with their names engraved hanging on a small chain from the collar.

I, too, was wearing a collar. Just like theirs. Mine was jet black with a gold plate and my name.

The dogs all mated exactly the same. Fast, furious, and possessive. I was their human bitch. They were my masters. And I was ready again to be submissive to them.

Dexter knew by instinct I was ready. He moved away and with his left paw he pushed it against my thigh.

I rolled over on the bed hugging one of the pillows and burying my face in another to hopefully muffle my sounds. I even waggled my butt inviting him to do the bestial act. My heart even started to beat fast with anticipation.

The animal was upon me in a flash. He weighed over 80 pounds and as soon as his paws wrapped themselves around my waist and his body touched mine he started to thrust. And thrust. And thrust.

I actually had a small climax, my hands clenching, waiting for the penetration from his cock.

I didn’t have to wait long. Five bangs of that weapon of his that got stronger with each contact with my ass and on the sixth it was inside me.

I screamed into my pillow as the cock thrust like a piston on a train engine flying like the famous Dutchman train on the railway lines. Back and forth. Faster and faster. And little jets of hot precum oiling up my passage. Getting ready. Ready. Ready….

And I was cumming. From my vagina up to my brain. My back legs were trembling as his hind legs trampled on them.

The thrusting of that cock inside me was making me gasp into the pillow and it had grown and grown as it’s owner possessed my very soul.

Then I felt it. The knot. It was outside hitting against the lips of my vagina, trying to get in and once it was in I was his again. Forever.

And then it happened. With one almighty thrust that huge ball of flesh shot inside me and at the same time a blast of hot fluid shot up coating my womb. Then, as the beast above me stopped thrusting his cock he pored forth more and more of his semen into my human body. I shouted, the noise muffled by the pillow.

I welcomed it. I wanted it. I desired it. I climaxed over and over again.

I was a doggie fucking whore! And my other two were waiting to play….

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The Lead Up

I was the youngest member of the Erotic Elderly Wives Club of Long Learey and I was actually ‘found’ to be their ‘mascot’ – the live doll for their erotic fantasies to be acted out. A role I was hesitant at first to do but soon became a willing partner and I never said ‘No”.

A little about myself. I was born and raised in the US SW. I was married just before my 19th birthday having become pregnant. I found sex wonderful and was like a rabbit. My boyfriend Thomas, later my husband, said I was” insatiable” but he didn’t complain. It was me that wore him out. He was 20 and was ‘up to the job’. He found some magazines and books on sexual positions and we tried them all. I taught myself to be an excellent cock-sucker and was ready to try anal sex, a very taboo thing, at the time, and I enjoyed that too.

Of course I became pregnant. We became careless and when we had run out of condoms it was a case of “whip it out quick” and it didn’t always work.

The inevitable happened and although neither of us was ready for marriage it was the “right thing to do” and so I became Mrs. Grace Williams. My maiden name being Darling, hence my Christian name, after the famous English lighthouse keeper’s daughter.

When I was a child I loved lighthouses and wished I could live in one like Grace did, Not that I could have been as brave as her and help rescue all those men in that terrible storm.

I was small, or should I say petite, but I did have a full chest, and being small my breasts were even more pronounced. I was brunette and everyone said I was pretty. I liked that.

At school as a teen I had to endure the almost non-stop calls from the boys, “Give us a feel” and “Show us ’em”. I gave them all a bad look and the ‘V’ sign. My parents would have been horrified. Where had I learnt that?

I had a talent for artistry and my loving Christian parents, I was an only child, saw this and I had private tuition. I used to copy paintings of all the Saints and won many a prize.

After meeting Thomas I did some erotic paintings at his suggestion and after we were married they became even more so bordering on the pornographic. No one saw them except for my Tom.

For a wedding present Tom’s family bought us a small house near theirs just off the US East coast in the small town of Long Learey.

My life soon changed by two events. The first, I gave birth to triplets, all male. We named them Peter, Paul and John, after the disciples, and to appease my mother and father and Thomas’ family, too.

The second, was tragedy. Both families including Thomas were out, as they often did, in Thomas’ father’s yacht. I had to stay behind to look after the babies. They were just one year old. Whilst my families were out at sea a cruise liner was
travelling very fast and didn’t see the yacht although it was a bright sunny day. Witnesses said the yacht had tried to steer away but the wind had dropped and as bad luck would have it they couldn’t start the outboard engine. The ship hit them and did not stop! It wasn’t that the ship’s captain hadn’t seen the yacht he had. It had been a deliberate act.

The press had a field day with it and being the sole close relative of all who had perished I obtained a very big settlement from the shipping company and the ship’s captain received a prison sentence too.

I also inherited a lot of money from both families estate including both family homes. I moved into Tom’s family home and sold mine and my parents house. I was now very rich.

Not that that compensated me from the pain of what had happened. I was distraught and had to have psychiatric help. I wouldn’t even feed my boys and I was a total mess. I hated religion and turned against God. I was bitter.

It took five years for me to come out of the depression and start caring for my family again. Thankfully I had been able to afford Nannies for them. But those early years they had no real mother.

It was then I learnt the captain of the ship that had destroyed my life had come out of prison and just a few hours later he was dead. He had been crossing a road opposite where he lived and a hit and run driver had mowed him down killing him instantly. I wouldn’t have known anything about it but the police called on me wondering if I had anything to do with it. Retribution. My clear shock and being miles away from where it had happened must have convinced them it did not involve me as I never heard from the police again.

When I was ‘normal’ I vowed I would give the boys back all those years they had lost and I pored out my love on them.

Happiness reined and I even started painting again. I joined a local artist group and they soon acknowledged I was a gifted painter and encouraged me to paint more and exhibit my works. I did.

Over the years I even garnered a growing gathering of patrons and got invited to give talks and show my works at all the best clubs and associations. If I had been poor I could have lived a moderate life from the commissions and paintings I sold.

I had many suitors and dated a few but wasn’t interested in anything more than an afternoon fling in a hotel bedroom or similar room with a bed. I did not do it very often but it did relieve my returning sexual demands. Not that anything was adventurous or memorable. A quick “in and out’ and “thank you ma’am”. But that was OK with me.

I drove out of town one day and saw a sign “Adult Toys, Movies and Books”. I noted the address and the next day visited the store but I was wearing a wig, heavy make up and sunglasses and parked my car a block away.

My heart was beating a little when I went in to the shop, praying there would be no other customers. I was disappointed. There were three. But they were women. In there forties I thought – I was now thirty and I could tell they were sisters. In fact they were identical. They were just settling up the bill for their purchases that was a lot. The bill was over $500 although I could not see what they had bought. The clerk was very discrete.

They all gave me a smile and one even winked. I pretended I hadn’t seen them. I cannot remember what I bought and I was now wishing I hadn’t gone in to the wretched shop. I just threw in some magazines, 2 or 3 books and some adult toys. My bill was over a $100 and I did not look at my purchases for a long time afterwards. I just shoved the bag of purchases in a closet when I got back home and forgot about them.

However, when I came out of the shop the three women were outside watching me. I ignored them and walked quickly to my car. They followed me. I was in a panic but then controlled myself. These were three women not three dirty old men. When I drove off and saw them staring at me I took some courage, smiled and blew them a kiss. They each waved back.

I never saw them again until…

 

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One comment

  • Pat69

    I thought I was through being a critic. But this one had the germ(s) of a good theme, or more. But too many themes rolled into on story – at least for me – dilute the heat that could have been. Incest, yes, I like that, too. But that could have been a great story by itself. The sons were too old to make it exciting. The extraneous males. The “pig woman” was a waste of time. But the absolute worst was the dog costume. I’ve seen pictures, mostly drawings, of it and it’s too ridiculous to ever be in any way sensual or sexy. I guess most out there like it, but all the mixed genres – plus the ‘usual’ instant eagerness of the star – just dilutes all the dirty emotions I look for. Just my opinion.

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