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Submitted by Viki on 25/Nov/2004 in reply to Beastiality Stories posted by Alan on 24/Nov/2004
I had an opportunity to visit my sister last fall when an oddball assignment took me to
Texas. I don't usually like to leave New York in the fall. To my way of thinking it's the
nicest time of the year to be in the city, but I accepted anyway, as I had not seen Helen for
some time. My work as a senior editor on the staff of Pet World normally confined me to the
office, but occasionally, just to get out and around, I would take a story, especially if it
was of an unusual nature. My sister lived in Irving, a suburb of Dallas on the Forth Worth
side, and I had never visited her there before. Helen had lived in New Jersey before her
husband was transferred, when we used to visit each other quite regularly. I would spend
weekends in Pompton Lakes, and during the week Helen would come into the city and stay at my
place overnight. We had always been close, Helen and I, as close as any two sisters could
be, even though Helen was several years older than I, and for a time after she moved to Texas I
felt her absence keenly. At twenty-eight I was still unmarried. Helen had married a year or
two out of high school but had never had any children. Her husband, Jack, had been working for
years with the same company, one of the big tire concerns, as a salesman. When I knew I was
going to be visiting them, I tried to visualize Jack. He was rather a nondescript type and hard
to remember in your mind's eye after you hadn't seen him for a while. He was a pleasant enough
person, however, and I was certain that Helen had made a happy marriage in many respects.
Helen was at the airport to meet me when I arrived in Dallas. I first saw her waving madly from
behind the little fence separating the visitors from the departure area. She was wearing dark
glasses, and had on a light blue cotton dress. She seemed overjoyed that I had come to see her.
"Oh, Bea, I'm so happy you've come. You look grand," she said, kissing me on the cheek.
"Never thought I'd make it to Texas, did you?" I said jokingly. We stood there just looking
at each other for a full thirty seconds, people milling past us. She had gotten a little
chubby, I thought, and I wondered how I appeared to her. Finally, my arm around her waist,
I walked her over to the luggage area. "How's Jack?" I asked. "Same old Jack," she
replied. "He's out of town for a few days. Houston and Galveston. I hope he comes back before
you have to leave. How long do you have? You didn't say." "A couple of days or so," I said.
"I have to visit Denton, as you know." "It isn't far, Bea," she said quickly, "and you can
use my car. Maybe I could go with you," she added hopefully, and then rather guardedly, "unless
it's some big deal." "I promise to tell you all," I said, reassuring her with a smile.
Close as we were, Helen and I understood I had always been the more reticent one when it came
to my private life. Helen, on the other hand, had always confided in me her innermost thoughts
and secrets. My suitcase arrived finally and we walked out through the terminal. Helen
drove very fast on the way home. The freeway system looked quite efficiently designed. The city
of Dallas, too, had a shiny compactness to it as I observed its skyline. "Didn't know you
had so many tall buildings," I remarked. "Why, Ma'am," she drawled in imitation of a Texas
cowpoke, "didn't you all know everything's big in Texas." We laughed at that, and she told
me a slightly dirty joke having to do with big Texans. It put me in mind of what I knew had
been a personal problem of hers. "You still have that thing about Jack?" I asked her after
we had been quiet for a few moments. I could see her blush and turn to look out the window to
her left. She did not answer, and I dropped it. It was a sore point, but occasionally she
had wanted to talk about it, had even for a while visited a psychiatrist in an effort to
overcome her feelings. It seems that at the time she married she had built up in her mind a
mental image of what a man's erect penis should look like. She had visions on her wedding
night, I guess of some enormous thing stuffing itself into her, and was fully, in fact, eagerly
awaiting to receive such an organ. As luck would have it, Jack turned out to be a man with
a very small one. "No bigger than your index finger," she had told me the first time, scarcely
concealing the disappointment in her voice. She had told me more than once of the times
they had had intercourse when she had felt so empty, so "unfilled" as she would describe it.
She had loved Jack, and had realized it was silly to let it bother her, and had tried to
overlook it. The doctors had told her it was all in her mind, that the size of the penis
had nothing to do with it. Her psychiatrist had once tried hypnosis. For a time Jack had even
used a rubber extender while they were having intercourse to fatten and lengthen out his tool,
but the extender was a flop, too. "It doesn't have any blood in it," Helen had told me
after it had been tried out a few times. "I know it just isn't alive." After a few drinks she
had been able to stand the thing, however, and on those occasions had consented to letting him
use it in her. During our discussions I had always been at a loss as to how to console her.
It would have been easy just to agree with the doctors, but in my own heart I knew I would have
been lying to my sister. I had been and still am single and had been reluctant to pour out to
her what I had known from my own experience. Also, I had not wanted in any way to have
appeared to be criticizing her husband. Sometimes those chickens come home to roost, and I had
not wanted to risk alienating my sister then or now, It was true, though, that the size of
a man's penis makes a difference. The medical books and sex manuals were all written by men.
Men would naturally pooh-pooh the idea as it had too great a potential for pointing the finger
of inadequacy at many of them. My own experience told me that there can be nothing like the
feeling of depth and contentment, of total repletion, on being filled with a healthy-sized
organ. And what more marvelous things happen when it moves inside you! The city of Irving
turned out to be a residential community, rather flat like much of Texas, with neat houses and
trim yards, and none of the homes looking too terribly old. We pulled up into the driveway of
one, and I could hear a dog barking. "You still have Clyde!" I exclaimed, remembering the
tricolored collie they had owned in New Jersey. For some reason my sister blushed a florid
red as she got out her side of the car. "Yes," she said. "Why not?" "Why, I'll be glad to
see him," I said, hopping out. "Good old Clyde!" I ran to the front door and could hear him
jumping up against it alternately barking and whining and scratching at the wood. Helen
opened the door, and he bounded out rushing between us. He got to the sidewalk, wheeled around,
and came back. He was panting madly, and jumped up, first at Helen, and then at me, sniffing
curiously. "Get down, Clyde!" Helen was shouting. Sniffing at me, he suddenly froze
when it appeared he was in the area of my crotch. He brought his nose closer to my dress, and I
backed away instinctively. "Clyde!" Helen screamed, grabbing him by the fur. "That's
enough." It took all her strength to pull him back toward the door, but she seemed determined
to get him back inside. "It's all right, Helen," I said, feeling a little guilty for having
backed off. "He's just happy." I followed them inside the house. She had taken him to the
basement door and had shut him inside. She was huffing, out of breath. "He can be so exuberant,
Bea. You'll have to pay no attention to him," she said. Flushing, she dropped her shoulder bag
on the sofa and flopped down herself. I sat down in a chair. It was a warm day, but cool in
the house. Evidently the central air conditioning was still connected. I stood up again to
remove the coat I was wearing. "He may do some strange things," Helen was saying, still
flushing. Her eyes were curiously avoiding mine. "Just make him mind. He'll stop." She looked
about the living room. "Well," she said, changing the subject, "let's get you settled. I'll get
your bag." She got up from the sofa, and walked over to a doorway off the living room. "First,
I'll show you your room. " I rose and followed her into a short halfway that led first to a
small sewing room on the right. The second door on the right was a bedroom. Across the hall
from it was a half bath. "You'll have to bathe upstairs, Sis, but there's a john here and a
sink," she said, turning on the light in the bathroom. "Okay by me," I said. The small
bedroom looked quite cozy. It held a double bed, a night table beside it, and a small chest of
drawers. There was a full length mirror on the inside of the closet door. I flopped on the bed
while Helen got my bag. I lay there thinking how nice it was to be waited on for a change,
and it was true. I had always allowed my older sister to wait on me ever since I could
remember. I had missed the attention since she had moved to Texas, and it came to me lying
there just how much. "Here we are," she said, coming in with my grip. She set it down and
came over to the bed, seating herself on the edge. "I'm so glad to see you, Bea." She leaned
over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Her breath smelled so clean. Her eyes were misty, and
I wanted to reach up and embrace her. "I keep hoping you'll move back to New York," I said
wistfully. The thought struck her as a remote one. "Perhaps," she said after a moment. She
patted me on the thigh. "I'll let you relax now. Take a nap, sweetie. I'll get some dinner
going, and we'll have a long chat when you wake up." She rose, adjusting the belt on her dress.
Feeling the belt at both sides of her waist, she took in a deep breath, and I was given
visual reminder of the amplitude of her breasts. Helen's development there had always been a
source of envy while we were growing up. I remembered back when I was only just beginning
to show there myself, watching her take baths, and later begging my mother to tell me if mine
were going to be that big when I was in high school. My own breasts had never quite made
it, not to the extent of Helen's anyway, and I felt a twinge as some of the original feeling of
disappointment came over me. She left, closing the door behind her, and I sat up to take
off my shoes. My feet and legs were tired. I reached up under my skirt and pulled the panty
hose down over my legs. The cooled air in the room felt good on my bare legs, and I walked
around the room letting it play over them. I took off the dress and hung it in the closet,
looking at myself in the mirror. A full length mirror was something of a treat as I did not
have one at home, and I gazed at the full figure before me as if for the first time.
Reaching behind me with both hands I unclasped the bra and allowed my breasts their full
freedom. They were big enough, I supposed. Some slight amount of curve on both sides did
protrude beyond the line of my rib cage when they were viewed from the front, which was more
than some girls could say. I still had a waistline, too. At twenty-eight I didn't need to
wear a girdle yet. I turned sideways at the mirror and ran my flattened palm down my tummy.
Perfect, I thought. Running my hand down inside my panties, I scratched at the matted hair.
Farther down it felt a little sweaty, so I removed the panties and went back to the bed. I lay
down on my back with legs spread and my knees up in the air, letting it all air out. It
itched down there, and absently I ran a finger down along the lips slightly parting them. I
must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I was dreaming. Something was happening
to me down there. It felt warm and wet. I was conscious of the strangest movements as if a
dozen fragile fingertips were playing upon it with just the right amount of pressure. At the
same time it was throbbing wildly, and I knew I was going to have an orgasm. I guess I
began to gasp in my sleep for I was conscious of making sounds. The feeling was building in
intensity to the point where I had to wake up, which I did suddenly with a start, and before I
had reached a climax. It took me a few seconds to realize what had been happening. I
noticed Clyde right away, his feet up on the foot of the bed, his tongue hanging out, but I
could not associate the dog immediately with what had brought me almost to the point of coming.
My vulva was aflame and tingling madly. Clyde cocked his head to one side, closed his mouth
briefly, and stretched his head forward into my crotch. Instantly I knew what he had been doing
and got up quickly onto my knees. "Clyde, you old rascal," I said, grabbing him by the
scruff around his ears with both hands. "You devil, you. What do you think you're doing?"
He licked forward at my face greedily. I noticed his pink thing had begun to come out of its
sheath, and he was humping slightly at the end of the bed. Good heavens, I thought. He
means to do me as if I were some bitch in heat. Is it possible? The thought of the big furry
Collie doing it to me raced through my brain. I was already hot. Dare I get down on the floor
on all fours and see if he would? The thought just about drove me wild. I had to fight the
feeling off. What if Helen should walk in? What on earth would I say to her? I tried hard
to think of the utter preposterousness of the whole idea in order to bring me back to my
senses. It occurred to me that if I got my clothes back on, it might help me recover my sanity.
I jumped off the bed. My panties were lying on the floor. Clyde was already up on his hind
feet pawing at my thighs as I kept turning to keep him in front of me, but I had to kneel down
slightly in order to reach for the panties. He was on top of me in an instant, humping away
instinctively. I was up in a second. "Down, Clyde!" I commanded. "Down!" Somehow I
managed to put my panties on and was struggling with the bra when Helen walked into the room.
"Clyde!" she screamed. "Out of this room, out of this room, right now." She pointed to the
door while literally glaring at him. Clyde left the room obediently. She must have noticed then
the pink streaks his claws had made. "Oh, Bea," she said. "It's all my fault. I should have
kept him in the basement." She came up to me and carefully stroked the thin markings with
her gentle fingers, and we both sat down on the edge of the bed. "I had better tell you
about Clyde," she began. "What's happened to him?" I asked, still bewildered. "Do you know,
I think he wanted to have intercourse with me." She held my left hand in her lap. "Bea,
dear," she went on, "I have always told you most everything about my private life." She
blushed. "I suppose this is really no-different than a lot of things, but it may seem," She
hesitated. "It may seem, well, unnatural to you when I tell you." "Go on, Sis," I urged
her. "It all started after we moved here from New Jersey. Jack was home that whole month
while we were getting settled, and Clyde, well, I was a little worried about him at first. He
moped around for weeks, didn't seem to have an appetite. I just assumed he was going through a
period of adjustment. "Well, Jack finally was sent out of town, and I was left here alone
for the first time, with Clyde of course. Clyde seemed to change immediately followed me around
the house, everywhere, even upstairs which he never did before. "It got to be he was making
me a nervous wreck. When I would turn suddenly in the middle of the room, I would almost trip
over him, he was hugging that close behind me. "I had been having my period, was just over
it as a matter of fact, and had gone to the bathroom to pee. Clyde followed me inside and
stood, his head just about touching my knees. He was panting and had a glazed look in his eyes.
"Naturally I pushed him away, told him to get out of there, but he came right back. I tried
patting him on the head and calling him nice names. This seemed to merely encourage him. He
stopped panting, licked his lips, and began snaking his head forward as if to get it between my
legs. "At first I thought maybe he was thirsty. You know how he likes to drink water from
the toilet bowl. I love the pooch so much, I thought, well, go ahead. Let him have a drink
while I was sitting there. I hadn't gone yet, so I spread my legs. "Well, Bea, he didn't
want a drink. He went straight for my pussy. Just dove right in, started licking and slurping
like it was dripping with honey. I thought I was going to go out of my head. "I closed my
legs on his head almost automatically, but then, as the feeling swept over me, I gradually
opened them again. Bea, he was making me come, right there on the toilet seat. I could feel it
coming over me in waves. I could do nothing, I tell you, nothing. "I gave in to it. He kept
licking and licking, his tongue going in and around everything. Finally I felt that first big
jolt, you know, when you go up over and you know you've come. I guess I gave out a little cry.
It scared him and he backed off. "I must have lain back on the seat for what seemed an
eternity. It took me awhile to come down. Yes, Bea, it was a real long one, several minutes
anyway. "Clyde was sitting in the doorway just looking at me and panting merrily. I could
see his pink penis poking its way out. I remember wondering how long it would be when it came
all the way out, and I wondered next if he would - would, you know, do it to me. "Don't
look shocked, Bea. I was so hot, I didn't know if I was coming or going. I had just had the
biggest climax of my life and wanted more. You know what my life has been with Jack. "I
took my underpants the rest of the way off, and got down on the floor on my hands and knees. I
crawled like that to the doorway and when I got there gave Clyde the biggest hug I think I had
ever given him, the big furry pooch. He licked at my ear as I embraced him. I was deliriously
happy. "My knees were really shaking though, Bea. I knew what Clyde was likely to do. I
wanted it badly but I was afraid at the same time, afraid he might hurt me unintentionally.
"I crept past him down the hall and stopped. I crossed my arms on the floor and lay my head on
them, looking back to see what Clyde would do. My fanny was poked way out in back. He came
trotting right after me, of course. "At first he started licking me, which I don't have to
tell you set me wild all over again. He stopped that and started to whine, then he placed a paw
on my back. I knew by that he was going to try to mount me. "He got both front paws on my
back, and I could see him start to hump at the air. At the same time I could see it begin to
come out. He moved in closer, and I shut my eyes waiting for whatever would happen. I remember
thinking it was going to poke and jab terribly. "Instead I felt the softest nudging all
over my vulva. It was as if someone with very soft lips were kissing me repeatedly without any
particular target in mind. But I knew what the thing was nudging at me like that and strained
upward at it, spreading my lips as much as I was able. "The instant it nudged into the
right spot, it never once lost sight of it again, and I had this incredible sensation of
something very warm and firm plunging into me. It seemed to go in and in and in. I don't think
anything that long had ever gone in there before. "Finally I felt all his fur up against me
there. He seemed to dig in then, pushing hard on me. His front paws clung tightly to me as he
pressed his head against my ribs. "I found myself responding, too, rocking back against him
as he pushed into me. I was about to come again and lost control as the feeling became more
intense. I think I must have fallen forward when I came. Clyde had stopped humping and had
placed both feet on the floor beside me. "He was licking my arms and face. I could feel his
organ still plugged up into me even though it must have been twisted for him to have been
standing in that position. I remember wondering why he didn't take it out. "Not that I
wanted him to, mind you. It didn't seem to go all soft like Jack's does after. It was still
swollen, and I felt myself closed around it in a kind of heavenly seal. We stayed like that for
what seemed like forever. "Clyde started whining and pulling on it after awhile. It didn't
seem to budge, and it occurred to me it was my fault he couldn't extract it. I started taking
long, deep breaths in an effort to relax, and all at once it slipped out. "He took a few
steps and sat down, reaching around with his snout to carefully lick his exhausted thing. I
crawled over to him and gave him another hug. "Well, that was it," Helen said. "Ever since,
Clyde and I have been lovers. When Jack is home I keep Clyde in the basement as much as
possible." Something struck her as amusing. "Jack suspects I have a human lover. He sees the
change in me." She giggled at the thought. I looked at my sister in near disbelief. It was
an amazing story, and one that though it had to do with a pet could never appear in Pet World.
I wondered at my own feelings about Clyde. "Like all males, he has a roving eye, your
Clyde," I said remembering my own predicament a few moments ago. "If you want to," Helen
said, blushing again. "I mean, I wouldn't mind if you wanted him to-" "Do it to me?" I
asked. "No thanks," I said. "I prefer the two-legged kind." A tug at my throat at the
suggestion, however, indicated to me I was probably lying. I had been affected, by both the
incident and Helen's story. If I could just try it without anyone finding out about it, I
thought. "Well then," she announced, kissing me on the shoulder. "Let's have some dinner."
She left me then to finish dressing. Clyde soon reappeared at the door. He seemed almost
human now that I had heard Helen's story. I called to him and he came over to where I was
dressing. I patted him softly the head. "Nice Clyde. You is a nice doggie," I said, speaking a
kind of baby talk to him. He wagged his tail in appreciation. After that he began following
me everywhere in the house. It was as if he had transferred his affections from my sister to
me. I kept expecting her to make some resentful comment about it, but she seemed not to
notice. Later, in the kitchen, she was telling me about some French ticklers Jack had
brought home from Mexico. It sounded like something Jack would do, trying his best always to
make up for the dirty trick nature had played on him. Clyde was lying on the floor between
our chairs looking up at me. "Tell me about Denton," she asked enthusiastically.
"There's a man there who has developed a breed of pony about the size of a large dog," I told
her. "Pony as a horse?" she wondered. "Right. What's more, he claims they can be
housebroken." She looked at me as if I had been weaving some fairy tale. "Keep a pony in
the house." She said the words slowly and individually as if to make sure she was hearing me
right. "No doubt about it," I said, having to laugh myself. "He has been advertising in Pet
World, and we decided it was time to do a feature on it." I knew she had wanted to come with me
and reminded her. "Sounds screwy," she commented. "I won't get in your way, will I?" she
wanted to know. "Not at all," I said. "Wear something breezy tomorrow and you can pose with
the ponies. It's always better to have people in the pictures." I could see the excitement
building in her eyes. She began suggesting some things to wear. The weather was still warm,
she noted. We finally agreed on hotpants and a very sheer jersey pullover. We sat and
talked about old times for several hours, did the dishes together and talked some more. Helen
mixed highballs for us afterward. We had a second round and began to get a little giddy.
"Why don't you come upstairs and sleep with me, Bea?" she asked. "There's no reason to stay
downstairs with Jack gone." It sounded like a good idea. Helen had slept with me often,
even after we had grown and left home. It had been some time since I had enjoyed the comfort of
a warm body next to me in bed. I looked down at Clyde. "What about your pooch?" I asked. "Isn't
he expecting any tonight?" We both began to giggle uncontrollably. Clyde raised his head as
if somehow knowing our mirth was because of him. He appeared perplexed, looking first at one of
us and then at the other. His actions only made us laugh more. Helen suddenly lifted her
dress and dug her finger down inside her panties. "Here, Clyde," she cooed at him, extending
the moist finger at his snout. Cocking his head at the finger, he raised himself up, all
the time sniffing carefully. Barking twice, he placed his front paws on her dress, wagging his
tail and licking at her nervously. He became extremely agitated as he had been earlier in my
bedroom. "Aw, Sis," I pleaded. "That's cruel, teasing him." "Who's teasing," she
winked, getting down on all fours with her behind aimed at him. "You're not-?" I screamed
and got up from the chair. "Helen, no! Not in front of me." I began blushing furiously and ran
from the kitchen. "Come back, come back!" she cried, laughing. "I'm only kidding. Come on
back!" I poked my head back into the kitchen. She had gotten on her feet and was smoothing
her dress. Clyde, still agitated, kept trying to place one paw on her thigh. Helen I had to
conclude was still full of the devil. "You're always doing things like that," I said,
coming back in. "It's because you're such a prude." She crinkled her nose. "Sometimes," she
added. She shut Clyde in the basement and we walked upstairs, our arms around each other.
I got undressed first and got into bed, watching Helen take her clothes off. The extra weight
she was carrying since last we met seemed to be on her hips and thighs. The fat was not
rumpled, though. The skin was still smooth in texture. When she removed her bra and those
lovely globes spilled outward, my heart skipped a beat. They had only developed the tiniest
amount of sag over the years. "Sweets," I said. "Why don't you go braless tomorrow? It will
look good under a jersey." You really think so?" she asked, pushing her breasts in toward
each other with the heels of her palms. They formed a massive cleavage at the center. Slowly
she released the pressure against them and allowed her hands to move across them until the
fingers meshed. She dropped her clasped hands. "They're still just as lovely as ever," I
said, just as envious as ever. She cupped a hand under one as if estimating its weight.
"Pound for pound, you can't find a better buy," she said, looking down at it, her lower lip
pursed. I laughed. "Give me one of those puppies with the brown nose, too." I watched her
as she removed her panties. Her round little tummy pouted just the right amount. She had less
hair on her than I did. Mine tended to grow wide to the sides and down on the insides of my
thighs, necessitating shaving. Helen, on the other hand, was blessed with a perfectly
shaped thatch. It seemed better coordinated with the figure somehow. She came over to the
bed and got under the covers. After all these years we were still sleeping in the nude. I
snuggled up to her, drinking in the warm smell of her. She reached over to turn out the light
and put her arm around me, her breasts pressed against mine. "Goodnight, Bea," she said.
"Night," I answered, slowly fading.
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