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 This story is fiction.  Contents: Bestiality





   Liz Sheffield was rolling around on her living room floor playing with
the puppy her husband Rob had brought home last week.  Rob had just gotten
a promotion that would mean quite a bit of travel and he thought the dog
could be both a protector and a companion for Liz when he was away.  Liz
loved her puppy.  He was a four month old coal black Giant Schnauzer she'd
named Max.

   The Sheffield's lived several miles outside of town in a lovely two
story home set on five acres; ideal for a large breed dog, with plenty of
room to run and play.  Liz would be taking Max outside for a romp a little
later.  She exercised him both morning and evening; he loved to run. 
They'd had to fence their pool though; the dog would dive right in with no
hesitation.

   Liz had contacted a trainer to work with her in teaching Max.  It was
imperative that he be trained obedience early and become accustomed to
being around other people and other dogs.  Giant Schnauzers can become
aggressive if not given adequate exercise and proper training.  They are a
large breed, the males sometimes reaching 100 pounds; not a dog to be
trifled with.

   Liz and her trainer worked with Max five days a week.  Liz exercised him
every day, twice a day.  Max bonded with her.  Max accepted Rob, of course,
but he was only home evenings and weekends when he wasn't traveling so, in
Max's hierarchy Liz was number one.

   Rob and Liz had a pleasant life; they could afford to go to the theater
for openings and dined at the finest restaurants in the area.  They were
members at the local country club.  Rob was an avid golfer.  Liz was just a
beginner but she was taking lessons, it gave her the chance to spend more
time with Rob.  The rarely argued but when they did it was always about the
same thing.  Liz, at 28 was ready to start a family, Rob, at 32 was not. 
Even Rob realized that maybe, just maybe he was being a bit selfish but he
wasn't quite ready to share Liz with a baby.  He liked their comfortable
life and simply didn't see a child fitting in.  As a concept Rob wanted
children some day; just not right now.

   Rob had had an ulterior motive in getting Max; he hoped that it would
distract Liz from the talk about babies.  It hadn't.

   It had started at dinner a few evenings later; Liz had brought up her
ticking clock again.  Rob had tried to deflect her saying, "Liz sweetheart,
you're hardly getting too old.  You're still as youthful and beautiful as
the day I met you.  In fact, I think you're even more beautiful today than
you were that day six years ago when we met."

   "Rob, I appreciate the compliments but my womb is crying out to be
filled.  I want a baby so badly, please."

   "Liz, we've talked about this time and time again.  I'm just not ready
yet and besides, it wouldn't be fair to you to leave you alone with a
newborn while I'm on the road.  I'll have my next promotion within two
years and won't have to travel.  I'd like to wait `til then."

   Rob and Liz had an active and varied sex life.  Both of them enjoyed the
act itself and the intimacy that they could share both before and after. 
They liked to take long walks in the evenings, now of course, with Max as
company.  Then they often had a candlelight meal and a bottle of wine
before showering or bathing together in preparation for a wonderful shared
sexual experience.  It was getting a little more difficult though.  Liz
felt that Rob was denying her the baby she wanted and Rob felt pressured, a
small fracture was starting in their relationship.

   It was six months later and Rob had just returned from a business trip
to San Francisco.  Liz met him at the door with hugs and kisses.  She
almost glowed with her dazzling smile.

   "Rob, come, I've got wonderful news.  Lets sit down and have a glass of
wine; just drop your bags and get them later, this can't wait."

   Liz had really been a little fearful of sharing her news but she was
trying for the most positive approach.  When the wine was poured and they
were seated she broke the news.

   "Rob, I'm pregnant, isn't that wonderful?"

   Rob's face fell.  He tried, saying, "Of course it's wonderful but how
did it happen?  You're on the pill aren't you?"

   "Yes, I was on the pill but, when I was late with my period I got one of
those test kits from the drug store.  I tested positive but I wanted to be
sure before I talked to you so I made an appointment with my doctor.  It
was for this morning and she confirmed it; I'm pregnant."

   Rob got up and stalked upstairs saying, "Let me get changed, I've been
traveling in this suit all day."

   Rob really needed a bit of time to compose himself; to say that Liz's
announcement had come as a shock was a gross understatement.  He
immediately wondered if she'd deliberately gone off the pill in spite of
how she knew he felt.  He sat down on the bed in a daze, he couldn't
believe she'd do that but he could come up with no other explanation.

   Liz was heartbroken.  She was so excited about being pregnant; she was
sure that, once Rob heard he'd join in her joy.  It was evident that that
was not the case.  He'd looked like he was in shock.  She sat hoping he'd
rejoin her but, after twenty minutes he hadn't reappeared.  Tears were
running down her face as she curled into a ball on the sofa.

   When Rob returned from his various business trips they were both so
happy to be together again.  They would enjoy a romantic evening then
engage in passionate sex until the wee hours; not tonight, though.  Rob had
not come back down after two hours so Liz went upstairs.  Rob was sitting
on the side on the bed in just his boxer shorts.  He looked at Liz but
didn't speak; he just got under the covers and rolled over with his back to
her.  She was devastated; where was the love?

   The relationship between Rob and Liz had grown, to say the very least,
tense.  Conversations were limited to household problems; intimate
conversations were a thing of the past.  Liz shopped for the items to set
up a nursery, Rob didn't join her.  Sex was infrequent and perfunctory; a
release rather a sharing of passions, missionary style and quick.  In the
fifth month, when she began to show, the sex stopped altogether.  Rob was
put off by her swelling body; it reminded him of her deception, of her
going off the pill in spite of his wishes.

   Liz had completed the decoration of the nursery, it was done in blue. 
Her sonogram had indicated that she was carrying a little boy.  Her days
were lonely, Rob seemed to be on the road more that ever but then that
really didn't matter.  It was even lonelier when he was at home.  He rarely
spoke to her and when he did it was like a business discussion.  She still
exercised Max twice daily but even that was getting more difficult.  Her
expanding body slowed her down, she wasn't able to run with him any more
so, often, she just watched as he romped over their acreage.

   Liz had decided on natural child birth so she'd signed up for a Lamaze
class being held at the local hospital.  She enjoyed socializing with the
other expectant mothers but, in one way she felt like a third wheel, she
didn't have a partner to work with her.  Most of the other women in the
class had their husbands helping, Liz had no one.  Occasionally the
instructor would work with her but for the most part she was on her own.

   It was a Wednesday evening, Liz was in her seventh month and she was
feeling sorry for herself, alone, lonely, sad and sexually frustrated she
sat.  She couldn't even have a glass of wine to help her relax; she'd sworn
off all alcohol for the duration of her pregnancy.  She decided to practice
her Lamaze breathing exercises.

   Liz went upstairs and stripped to just her panties then she put on a
t-shirt, picked up a pillow and went back downstairs.  She placed the
pillow against the sofa and sat down with her back against it, pulled up
and spread her legs and began her practice.

   Max lay on the floor across the room.  When Liz began to pant he looked
over at her quizzically.  He got up and walked to her.  He lay down in
front of her, between her spread legs and watched her pant.  In his doggie
mind he wondered if she was going into heat; he sniffed.  There was a
scent, unfamiliar and, at the same time familiar, the scent of a female. 
Max edged forward drawn by the aroma emanating from Liz.  He licked her
crotch through her panties.  Liz stopped her breathing exercise and looked
down at Max.  With a sad, sad smile she thought, well at least one of my
guys likes what I've got to offer.  Max licked again; Liz didn't stop him.

   When Max licked her it felt nice; she only wished it was Rob.  She'd
enjoyed her active sex life; she liked sex and her enforced celibacy was
frustrating the hell out of her.  If Max wanted to check her out, she'd let
him.  He did seem to like what he'd found; he licked her faster and faster
and Liz's body started to react.  Shortly she was panting again but it had
nothing to do with Lamaze, Max's tongue was enflaming her pussy and she was
getting wet from within.  She rolled her panties off and let him lave her
with his huge tongue, parting her lips and tasting her nectar.  It didn't
take long, her pent up longings took her over the edge and she was rocked
by a series of climaxes, her orgasmic fluids flowed from her as Max
continued to lick.

   After she'd recovered she put her panties back on, scratched Max's ears
and got him a doggie treat.  She wondered about what she'd allowed Max to
do but then thought what the hell, no one got hurt and I feel a lot better.
She might even let him do it again it had felt so good.

   Rob got back Friday afternoon and Liz tried.  She mixed him a cocktail
before serving him his favorite meal.  Rob seemed to enjoy the dinner and
they were even able to enjoin in a little small talk.  Liz thought there
might be a chance; she wanted him and she wanted him to want her.  She
leaned to kiss him but he avoided her lips saying, "Liz, I'm tired from the
travel, I'm going up to bed."

   She hoped that was an invitation, she went up with him but he simply
undressed and got under the covers, turning away from her.  She went back
downstairs to the sofa and cried.  Max came over and nuzzled her, almost
seeming to ask what was the matter and what could he do to help.  She
wrapped her arms around his substantial neck and hugged him, crying into
his shiny ebony coat.

   Liz slept the night on the sofa.  The weekend was terrible for her.  Rob
was there but he might just as well have been gone.  There was only
emptiness and despair.  She was almost happy to see Monday come as he left
for a trip to Portland.  She sleepwalked through the day, devastated that
Rob could simply ignore her and her needs and feelings.

   After she'd exercised Max that evening Liz sat on the sofa and tried to
watch TV; it couldn't hold her interest so she switched it off.  She felt
like her head was going to burst.  She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream,
but most of all she wanted sex.  She took off her jeans and panties and
called Max over.  It had worked once, why not again.

   Liz sat with her butt on the edge of the sofa, her crotch exposed and
bare.  Max ambled over and gave her a sniff then started licking.  Liz
loved the feeling; she could feel the tension of the day leaving her as her
sexual tension built.  Max had a knack for finding her slit.  He was
tonguing along it when he found her clit; Liz howled, thrusting her hips
hard against Max's probing tongue, climaxing explosively.

   Liz blissfully lay back on the sofa.  Max jumped up on her and she
hugged him saying, "Yeah, Maxie's a good boy, he loves his Mama." Then she
felt him thrusting against her pelvis.

   She looked under him and thought, my God as she saw over four inches of
his pink cock sticking from his sheath.  It wasn't like a man's, it didn't
have a distinct head, it was tapered, more like a torpedo; and he was
trying to use it on her.  Liz had never considered sex with an animal, no
fantasies, no dreams, no nightmares, nothing, ever.  She was considering it
now.  She knew it was wanton, sluttish and she didn't care; she wanted a
cock in her and Max wanted to give her one.  Now how to do it?  She'd of
course seen dogs breeding, she knew the position they assumed and that
seemed to be the simplest solution.  She pushed Max aside and slid off the
couch coming to rest on her knees.  Turning so that her bottom was toward
him Liz leaned forward and rested her head on the floor, elevating her back
side and opening her legs, calling, "Come on Max."

   Max came to her and licked her.  She was still wet from her earlier
orgasm and she was lubricating again in anticipation of what was to come.
Liz's stomach was turning somersaults; she was nervous and she was excited
and she was anxious, anxious for Max to take her.  She wiggled her bottom
and then he was upon her.  He mounted her from behind and she felt him
probing, seeking her entrance then he found it and powered in.  It took
Liz's breath away; Max was a whole lot bigger than the four inches she'd
seen.  He punched into her so deeply that she felt him against her cervix,
pushing hard against it, causing some pain.  Liz gasped and moaned as he
started to pump her hard and fast.  He took her like a dog takes a bitch
with rapid, pounding thrusts and she panted like a bitch, moaning, "Ooo,
ooo, ooo." Max was panting just as hard as he continued to plumb her
depths. She'd never been fucked like this before, it was primal.  The
sounds and the fury of it, Max had her screaming in an exquisite agony.  A
tremor shook her body and her vagina contracted as she wailed out, her
climax the most powerful of her life then Max filled her with his scalding
sperm.  She felt his massive cock begin to swell and her vagina was
stretched painfully as his knot plugged her.  Liz was exhausted and started
to sink her stomach.  Max held her in place with his front legs.  She felt
a painful clawing in her sides as his dew claws bit into her.  She held her
position until his knot finally began to shrink.

   Liz just lay on the floor as Max licked her then himself clean.  She
couldn't move, she was totally spent but she was sated, satisfied, she'd
found an outlet for her needs.  Max would get more of her of that she was
sure.  When she could finally move she stumbled up the stairs and into the
shower.  As she was drying she saw the deep scratches just above her hips
that Max had inflicted with his dew claws.  She decided a trip to the vet
was in order, she'd have them removed; tomorrow.

   After the early appointment with the vet Liz did a little shopping for
baby clothes and stopped for lunch at a downtown restaurant.  Then she was
anxious to get home.  Even though she'd had sex just last night she wanted
it again.  She was squeezing herself with her thighs, masturbating herself
as she drove home; her panties were moist with her leakage.  Opening the
door she laid her purchases on the table and ran up the stairs calling out
for Max to follow.  She stripped off her slacks and panties and assumed the
position.

   Max was as ready as Liz.  He mounted her and slammed into her, finding
her opening with the first thrust.  Liz was rocked forward as he again
struck her cervix, she moaned from the pain and the pleasure.  Max held her
fast with his front paws as he pounded her deep and hard.  Liz couldn't
contain herself she wailed, screaming, "Fuck me Max, fuck me, fuck mee, oh
yesss, oh, oh, oh." She was panting and grunting, animal sounds as she
mated with an animal and she couldn't help herself, she loved it and wanted
it.  Her climax overtook her as violently as the day before.  She screamed
as her love juices flooded from her and flowed down her thighs.  Max pumped
into her filling her with his hot cum then he swelled, stretching her inner
walls.

   When Max had withdrawn Liz got up and pulled her panties and a pair of
shorts on; she didn't even wash off, she wanted to feel his cum in her. 
Then she took him out for his exercise.

   Later that evening Liz got the urge again.  Sex with Max was just so
damned hot; her pussy was getting moist in anticipation.  She called him
over.  After just the two sessions Max was learning, from her tone, what
she wanted, his cock was already coming out as he walked to her.

   Liz led him upstairs and slipped out of her clothes.  She got into
position in front of her full length mirror; she wanted to watch as he took
her.  As it turned out it wasn't a pleasant sight.  Liz was more concerned
about watching herself than getting in position; her back wasn't arched,
exposing her cunt when Max mounted her.  He thrust into her hard and missed
high.  He hit her anus and sank himself to the hilt.  Liz was looking at
the mirror.  She'd wanted to see her expression when he entered her.  She
did.  She saw her eyes fly open and she saw her mouth scream out in pain
then she couldn't see anything, tears had flooded her eyes as she wailed in
an agony worse than she'd ever experienced.  She wanted Max out but there
was no stopping him.  He pounded into her just as hard and just as fast as
before and she could feel him way up in her guts.  After he was in her the
pain wasn't quite as intense, the initial penetration was what had been so
painful, now it was a dull aching fullness; she was able to resume
watching.

   Max's face showed an intense concentration as he plunged time and again
into her bowels.  Each time he plowed into her Liz grunted from the impact.
She was watching herself as she went, "Ugh, ugh, ugh," each time he
bottomed out.  And then, strangely, she started to enjoy the full feeling
he was giving her.  She felt her sphincter tighten around Max's huge cock
then her tummy quivered as her vagina spewed her love juices.  Max was
right behind, she could feel his scalding jizz flooding her bowels; then
came the real test.  His knot began to swell.  Liz watched as her face
became a rictus of agony, it felt like he'd shoved a bowling ball up her
ass but there was nothing she could do but wait.  Slowly, her rose bud
expanded, stretching to accommodate her intruder and she made it through
the pain.  Would she do this again?  That remained to be seen, but now she
knew she could take him.  Max fell out and Liz lay on the floor, his cum
oozing from her stretched and distended bottom.

   Max remained her lover for the remaining two months of her pregnancy. 
She wouldn't let him have her in the week she was due to deliver.  She
didn't really want her obstetrician to find her with a snatch full of
doggie cum but she did promise herself that she and Max would continue
after she'd given birth.

   She was pleasantly surprised; Rob had taken time off to be with her when
she went to the hospital.  Maybe there was hope.  After the baby came she
was returned to her room and a nurse brought the baby.  Rob came into the
room and she asked if he'd like to hold his son.  With glistening eyes he
said, "Yes."

   With Rob Junior in his arms and tears in his eyes he looked at her and
smiled saying, "I'm a Daddy, thank you Liz, thank you."