Date: Mon, 31 May 2021 05:49:10 +0000 From: Mindy Max Subject: Bitch Bride - beastiality (f/beast, ped) Most girls dream about their wedding day. But how many dream of a wedding day like mine? *** It started nearly seven years ago. Mom and Dad were worried about the kids (me and my brother) being lonely after moving cross-country. It broke my heart to leave my friends behind, and though we promised to call or write it just wasn't the same. Luckilyy for us, my Mom's cousin was selling purebred German Shepherd pups for a steal. That's how I met Oscar. Oscar and I were best friends from day one. I was eight or nine when he joined the family. It was love at first sight. I used to cry all day at school, worried sick about the puppy being home alone. Eventually Mom started making detours, grabbing Oscar from the house, just so we could be together when she met us at the gates. He was always excited to see me, and jumped to lick my face. Mom told me not to lick him back, but that never stopped me. Oscar kisses, I decided, were the best kisses. Besides, aren't you supposed to kiss the people you love? That has to count for dogs, too. Oscar was supposed to sleep outside, but that didn't last long. I'd always wake up in the middle of the night just to let him in. Then he'd sleep in my bed, cuddled up by my side. There was trouble when Mom found out. She tried to make it clear that Oscar was an `outside dog'. That should have been the end of it, but I figured that if he was an outside dog, then I was an outside girl, meaning that I dragged pillows and blankets to sleep with him in the dog house. Mom realized after that that Oscar was an 'inside dog'. In less than a year he was fully grown; strong legs and a thick, shiny coat; big brown eyes, and ears pointed at high alert. He barked with authority and ran like the wind. No fence was high enough to hold him, and he could tunnel anywhere. Oscar loved the world and all the people in it. He played every game, followed every instruction, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for a scoop of peanut butter in his food bowl. He wasn't just a good dog. He was a GREAT dog - the best a girl could ask for. *** Years later that was all I could think of while walking down the aisle, step by step toward my love, my Master. I was naked save for a crisp white collar, stockings and a veil. I held the bouquet to my chest, as though a handful of flowers could hide me from the eyes of family, friends, and curious onlookers who got off on this sort of thing. After all, it's not every day you see a human woman marry a dog. I should have been humiliated. The air was thick with judgement, and there is nothing more debasing than making love to an animal. But as I gazed toward the altar, toward my husband to be, I felt something else; a swell of pride, boundless love, and a burning that ran slick between my thighs. He sat attentively, unaware of how important the day was. No matter. Everyone he loved was there, and his tail wagged back and forth. That he was happy was all that mattered. *** I was ten years old when we went from friends to lovers. The day remains clear in my mind; the cloudless sky and the midday sun beating on the earth. The concrete sizzled by the pool side, contrasted by the cool comfort of the water. Maybe I shouldn't have been home alone, but Dad was working overtime, my brother was at a friend's house, and Mom had some last minute grocery shopping to do. And I was a responsible kid with Oscar for company. When I was done swimming I stepped inside and called Oscar to follow. I lost my bathers between the kitchen and the bedroom, abandoning them to the laundry and dripping on the carpet. Oscar didn't care I was naked. He didn't look at my pre-teen body like a creeper in a trench coat. My swollen nipples and burgeoning pubes meant nothing to him, and neither did my innocence; just like I wasn't bothered by his growing pink shaft. I collapsed on the bed, splayed wide on a towel like a starfish. It wasn't often I had that sort of freedom, to just exist in my home without the constraint of clothing. Honestly, I wish I had the chance more often. I called for Oscar, thinking he'd jump up on the side of the bed - except he didn't. This time he came to the end of the bed, nose between my legs. It was totally innocent, and I had no idea how vulnerable I was. I reached down to give him a scratch behind the ears, but Oscar leaned in to meet me halfway, and when he did... He lashed my slit, and my world changed. A swirl of emotion ran through me, with shame and arousal racing to the front. I'd never felt anything like it! I jumped, even squealed! Then I realized what was happening, and recognized the sensation of Oscar's tongue where it had never gone before. It was a big feeling -- a feeling I didn't know what to do with. Nobody'd ever told me in words, but everybody knows that dogs aren't supposed to lick girls down there... right? But it felt so good! There was only one way I could know for sure, and that was for Oscar to do it again. I reached down, pried by immature labia apart, and encouraged him to come. His wet nose pressed into my pussy, sniffing and breathing hot air as he captured my scent. I shivered, taken in a haze of want, and was lost completely when his tongue probed my cunt in long, eager licks. Was this what sex felt like? Did all sex feel this good? Mom had given me `the talk', driving home that sex was for older girls, and I had to be careful of boys that wanted to take advantage. But this was Oscar, my best friend. His love was real. We slept in the same bed every night, just like couples do! Besides, it wasn't like he could get me pregnant. I shifted toward the end of the bed, pressing toward him as though it would drive his tongue deeper. Each lick was a tsunami, drawing back and rising higher, draining my head until I was flailing. God, I wanted to cry out! My breath caught in my chest, waiting for the moment. He licked, and he slurped, and lapped with all that he had. There is no tongue as wide or as powerful as Oscar's. Warm waves rolled across my body, causing me to convulse, driving me into the mattress. Oscar backed away, giving me enough room to stifle moans. My legs were jelly, just like the rest of me. My face was flushed, and if I listened I could swear to hear the trumpet of angels. It was my first orgasm, riding the same feeling I got from sitting on the tumble dryer a thousand times over. That's when I turned to Oscar and realized that orgasm was brought on by a dog -- my dog; my sweet, innocent boy. A pit fell open in my stomach. I didn't know why, but I knew what I'd done was wrong. I held Oscar, and promised him a thousand times over that I'd never do anything so selfish again. And I kept that promise... until the next time, and then time after that, until I decided a promise I couldn't keep wasn't worth making. *** My father is a very traditional man. That's why he was there, holding my arm as I walked down the aisle. Heck, he was the one who insisted on a wedding! It was only the honorable thing to do, even if it was to an animal. I remained fixed on Oscar, who just couldn't sit still. Ours was not a conventional marriage, but what did that matter? A marriage is built on love, devotion, and loyalty, which we had in spades. Giving myself to him was the easiest thing in the world. Once at the altar I was guided to kneel, eye to eye with the German Shepard I was to serve. Oscar shot forward and lifted my veil with his nose. He licked my face, tasting foundation and lipstick, trying to force his way into my mouth. Already his pointed tip was sliding out of its sheath; a delicious pink treat I struggled to keep my hands from. I licked my lips. How anyone can resist something so beautiful will forever remain a mystery. My uncle pulled him back, and the 'priest' laughed good-heartedly. "Time enough for that after the ceremony," he said. God, I couldn't wait! *** Maybe I was being selfish, but it was a long time before I made any kind of move on Oscar. His tongue was amazing! And I encouraged him to eat me out every chance I got, but to pleasure him? Take a dog cock into my mouth? Never mind my pussy! It seemed like sex was on the brain of everyone at school, boys and girls alike. All my friends had guys on their 'hit-list'; older guys with cars they'd blown or taken in the ass to avoid getting pregnant. All I had was Oscar. All I needed was Oscar. But all I did was take and take without any thought of his needs. "If you want something you gotta give something," one girl told me. "And yeah, it's awkward at first - painful sometimes - but then you get to *like* it." She shivered, almost like she came on the spot. My mind was made up. Oscar deserved better from me, so I was going to suck his cock. It was the least I could do in exchange for the countless orgasms he'd given me. The moment I got home I was in the bedroom, door locked with Oscar inside. He wagged his tail knowing we were about to play his our favorite game. Instead of stripping my skirt and panties like usual, I lay on the bed and patted the bed for him to lay on. He jumped up, but wouldn't sit. He licked my face, sharing a sweet doggy kiss. I'd tasted his tongue a thousand times; every day since I was a ten. His cock couldn't be much different, could it? When he finally settled I ran my hand down his fur covered belly, giving it a rub. Inch my inch my hand came nearer between his hind legs. Oscar was already hard. His fleshy point peaked out from its fur covered sheath. Was that for me? I stared, not with longing but with trepidation, knowing that once I crossed this line there was no going back. I was only a kid when he licked me the first time, and I was so sure then - but this... I reached for him and wrapped his cock in my palm. Under the fleshy layer it was solid, like there was a bone there. (I wouldn't learn about the baculum until much, much later.) A twinge of excitement sent butterflies churning in my stomach. Oscar must have felt it too, because he licked his jowls in anticipation. His cock jutted out until it was several times larger than before. It was a monster! Bigger than I'd seen on any human, which was limited to my Dad, my brother and anatomy diagrams. Fear fell by the wayside, giving way to something else. This was the shape of Oscar's desire for me. It would be rude to say no. Swallowing my pride, my lips fell down on his dick and I was overcome by the fleshy taste. Definitely not as bad as I imagined, if a little salty. Once I adjusted it actually tasted... good. I started with tentative licks around the head, lapping my mouth against his point. The sensation must have driven Oscar wild, because he started to rut with all his doggy power. I had to grasp his cock at the base just to slow him down! More and more I took him in. No way was I going to take him all, especially my first time, but my heart was in it all the way. I would be his beautiful bitch, giving all the pleasure in the world. No less than he deserved. It's strange to think I was ever scared to taste him. Salty and metallic, and so very, very hard. I slurped and sucked for all I had, swirling my tongue around what lengths I could take. That act, giving head to my loving boy, left me dripping in subservient desire. One hand gripped his cock, guiding it into my mouth; the other pressed my clit and rolled round and round, propelling me toward orgasm in time with my canine lover. As much as I loved his tongue, somehow this was better. Oscar came first, gushing watery semen that tasted like copper into the back of my throat. The first shot took me by surprise, but I was determined to swallow as much as I could. It didn't matter how it tasted. I was his, and it was my job to devour every drop. It was only then that I saw the size of his knot, and I was hypnotised. It was huge! Enough to fill any bitch, and keep him locked on for a long time to come. I leaned in to give it a lick, soothing him with doggy cum still dripping from my lips. Already I had dreams of taking that thing inside of me. But could my little body take it? With lust swelling inside of me I knew that time would tell. *** Which brings us back to my wedding day, and the unlikely union of woman and beast. Once upon a time my love for Oscar was a well-kept secret. I never dreamed of being able to celebrate it in the open, in front of family and friends no less! My Mom, my Dad, my brother... I guess more people lust for animals than I thought. I cast my eyes down, submitting to Oscar's dominance. My father pulled tight the gold-chain leash clasped to my collar. My uncle did the same for Oscar, who was already lunging for me. The 'priest' said... something, I'm not sure. My eyes were fixed on the swelling pink organ that would consumate our marriage; the cock that I'd fallen in love with, just as many times as I'd fallen for Oscar himself. "Do you take Oscar to serve and obey, to love and to hold, to be dominated and bred by, for as long as you both shall live?" With joyous tears in front of everyone I knew I gave him my answer. "Yes!" The celebrant smiled. "Then I now pronounce you woman and beast. You may now mount the bride." My uncle let go of the clasp, and Oscar was off like a rocket, rounding to my backside. His tongue darted between my legs, slurping up the juices running freely since that morning. I hadn't touched myself once that day, and I was wild with need! I fell to my hands and arched my ass high, pressing my cunt to his nose. There were smiles among the crowd. Cousins and friends, even my Mom, bit their lips. I don't think there was a hand among them that could keep from sliding between their legs. And all for me! Me and the love of my life, the most handsome dog in the world. Oscar leapt up and his cusioned paws landed on my back. He rutted furiously, wanting ever so much to feel my cunt around him. After a minute of searching he found my entrance, and plunged deep. I moaned shamelessly for all to hear. There was no reason to hide anymore; not there for all to see. Heck, I barely registered the people watching as this beautiful animal pistoned into me. He rammed with speed and force, striking the heart of my arousal in a way that no human man ever could. What kind of fool would ever trade down after feeling the power of a dog's cock? In next to no time I felt him swell. I pressed back, begging for his knot to fill me, for us to be locked together, to be a bitch on show for everyone to see. I belonged to him, and they knew it! Somewhere in the fog of my imagination I dreamed of our future, curled up together in the sun with a litter of pups - our pups, slurping milk from my chest, after being birthed from my all too human womb. That thought sent me flying over the edge, together with the fleshy ball that filled my cunt, locking Oscar's seed inside of me. It'd never find what it was looking for, but I was glad for it all the same. Oscar and I collapsed onto the soft blankets left for us at the altar and stayed knotted together. He curled down and licked my entrance where the two of us were bonded. I throbbed around him, eager for more. I could still have three or four more orgasms by the time he slipped out. The gathering erupted in applause, proud that I'd been a good bitch. That was all that mattered - that I gave my new Master all the pleasure he deserved. I lay my head down and beamed, holding my love inside of me. *** If you liked what I read, please tell me so at mindymax776@hotmail.com - I'm also open to requests if they tickle my fancy.