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My Touch Into Bestial Desires

... leaving him outside. When my mother got home later that night, I told her of how Bear sprayed on my underwear and she again spanked him some. She threatened to take him back. Since I was 16 and he was one of my only friends, I cried and pleaded her not to. I promised to make sure he was behaved. Bear was his normal self for 2 weeks after that. Until one Tuesday, the day I remember very well. I had gotten back from school and jumped straight into the shower. I did my normal routine of sitting on my bed in my towel until I dried off. Bear did his normal thing of jumping on the bed and licking my cheek obnoxiously. He kept licking until my glasses got knocked off my face, this got me angry and I yelled at him to go sit down, which he did. I got down on my knees and hands, to reach under the bed and grab my glasses. That's when I felt Bear sniffing at the towel. Before I could swat him away, he had jumped onto his back legs, his full weight pressing down on my back and started humping at the towel on my rear. I yelled his name and attempted to stand. He then growled a very low, deep growl, and I froze. Yes, I was afraid. I was a 5'1", 96lb, 16 years old girl, here this massive Labrador was on-top of me growling. I remained still as he was humping at the towel, his now unsheathed penis was prodding at it against my lower back. As he shifted his weight to my right more, the towel slipped to the floor, leaving my small body exposed. He kept prodding around my rear with his penis, ...

... as if searching my fear-frozen body. He found what he was looking for and I cried in pain as his penis tore into my little bare cunny. I tried to get up but Bear bit onto my neck lightly, just enough to scare me still as he started to thrust into me insanely fast. I cried as I seen a little blood on my thigh and let my ginger hair hang over my face as tears streamed down my eyes. I remained still, crying as my dog raped me. He swelled up and finished in me, and left. I pulled my towel over my body and curled my knees to my chest, crying for 20 minutes. I maybe should have told my mother, but I didn't, I feared she would take him back and I'd be alone. So, the days went on, but what wasn't normal, was that every few days... Bear would somehow find a way to mount me, and I would let it happen, for fear of losing him or being hurt by him. The twist was.. I slowly, but surely, began to enjoy the encounter. To the point where I would tempt him to use me. I felt I had to tell someone about it. This is where my friend Anna comes in. Anna was a year older than I. She was 17, 5'3" and had developed a full C-cup(as opposed to my B-cup), so she got more attention from boys. This is why I chose to tell her and ask her for advice about my situation. Man, did Anna love hearing about it... The minute I told her about my encounters, she had the widest grin and asked me if she could see. So I called in Bear to my room, and stripped for him. I bent over and laid my head against the floor, my ...