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

Volunteer of the month - chapters 1 to 6

... hardly wait for morning.

Chapter 4

The readers will remember that I found out that Spirit, my new dog lover, was in the process of being adopted out by the shelter that I volunteer at. This was heartbreaking news to me. Part of the procedure for adoption is to have the animals neutered before being taken by the new family. I could not imagine Spirit no longer living at the shelter, and worse yet, fixed so that he could no longer have sex. That had been why I snuck back into the shelter late Thursday night to have another experience with him. It was a glorious session of intense bestiality. As I left the shelter, I stayed naked and did not hose off on purpose, to add to my debauchery. I drove home and crawled into bed with my sleeping husband, Frank, to see if my aroma and freshly fucked condition would stir him up when he woke.

I spooned against Frank and rubbed my bare ass against his crotch. His jockey shorts separated me from him. I was just too buzzed to fall asleep. The wetness of my abused asshole and excited cunt was dampening his shorts and the sheets. I laid there re-living, in my mind, how wonderful it had felt earlier this evening when I was being impaled by Spirit’s dick. The visions in my mind were making me all hot and bothered again and I had to get some relief.

I slipped my hand into Frank’s shorts and found his flaccid penis. I cupped it and lightly squeezed him. I gently stroked him until I felt it growing in size. I had not held Frank’s ...

... penis in my hand for months. He had just not been interested. So, I was encouraged that my light touch had begun to stir his arousal.

I fished his hardening dick through the opening in his shorts, then shifted my hips so that his dick lined up with my crotch. I spread my legs a bit and then began stroking my wet gash with his shaft. It felt glorious to re-live my sex romp with Spirit by using my husband’s hard prick as my sex toy. I was lost in thought and kennel imagery when suddenly Frank woke up. His body tensed up as he realized that he was being rubbed against my cunt with my hand. His sleepiness suddenly left him as the pleasure he was feeling began to sink into his brain. Frank began kissing my neck and nuzzling me as I continued to use him as my toy. He reached around and grabbed one of my breasts and found the nipple. He knows how sensitive I am, and he began tweaking it softly. He whispered hoarsely into my ear asking what had gotten me so stirred up. I broke off my grip of his manhood, pushed him on to his back and crawled on top of him. I impaled myself on to his stiff dick and eased down on it to fill my cunt, which was gushing with my wetness.

I looked down at Frank from and told him the whole story of my crazy experiences of having sex with a dog at the kennel. As I relayed the story, I slowly raised and lowered myself onto Frank’s cock. It was harder and stiffer than I ever remember it being, as he silently absorbed the story of my sexual deviancy. He was ...