Volunteer of the month - chapters 1 to 6 - Sex Stories

Volunteer of the month - chapters 1 to 6

... that we all went out to the dog kennel and ended up in Spirit’s enclosure. Karen began stroking his sheath until his cock emerged. All of us went crazy with laughter, trash talk, and dares. And the next thing I know, I am naked and on my knees in the kennel, waiting to be mounted by that beast.

My tender vagina reminded me, this morning, of the event, as it throbbed and tingled, between my thighs. My hand subconsciously crept down there and gently stroked my pussy lips as I reminisced about last night. I could feel the moisture building up inside me as my fingers explored my cunt. The more details I recalled about last night, the wetter my vagina became. It began dripping juice as I plunged more fingers inside. I needed that feeling of fullness again. Since no one was home, the house was deathly silent. Only the erotic slurping sounds of my fingers being jammed in and out of my wet cunt could be heard. My breathing was irregular, and tiny droplets of sweat beaded up on my chest as I used my fist as a pleasure tool. I badly needed a climax but was not going to get it with just my fingers in my cunt. I pulled my hand out and shoved those dripping fingers into my mouth. I greedily sucked them clean as my other hand frantically stroked my swollen clit. I could still taste a hint of Spirit’s cum mixed with my juices. I was instantly taken back to the kennel and being fucked by him. That vision triggered a glorious orgasm. I squirted cum out of my cooch, like I did when I was a ...

... college slut, as every nerve in my crotch exploded in unison. I quickly used both hands to scoop up the squirt as it dripped from my cunt and I spread it on my face, like lotion. I loved the smell and taste of it. I collapsed back on the bed and fell asleep.

Later that evening I was scheduled to feed the dogs at the shelter. I was both excited and nervous about returning to the “scene of the crime”, as my guilty conscious was treating the event. I felt like I had suddenly become a horrible pervert by having sex with animals. I imagined that I should move into a trailer park and go on the Jerry Springer show, to do penance for my bad behavior. But as I walked into the kennel, I heard the cheerful barking of the dogs and was greeted by their wagging tails. All guilt just vanished from me. There was nothing wrong with what I did. It was just out of character for me and certainly not something that polite society expects. But times change. Back when I was dating, a girl did not suck her date’s dick as a common practice, but all that has changed. So maybe accepting the idea of getting pleasure from bestiality is not far behind.

My friend Debbie was also scheduled to work tonight, and she had already made the rounds with the food. She was sitting outside the cages, on a bench, as I walked up. “Some night last night, huh?” she grinned.

I blushed momentarily, and then agreed. “Yeh, things got crazy, but it was awesome”, I confessed.

Debbie leaned back, with her hands on ...