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There are a gazillion and one stories on the internet about how people discovered zoophilia and made it a part of their lives. I am going to tell you my very true story about my introduction to bestiality and the events that followed.

My name is Jocasta. I guess I should give you a little background on myself before I get into the parts of the story you are all itching to read. I am thirty-one years old, single, and live alone in Sharon Pennsylvania. My son of nineteen is going to college in Pittsburg and isn't home much, which is depressing in itself, but children grow up and move out, as we all know.

Now before I hear you all screaming out that your calculators are telling you that if my son is nineteen then I would have given birth when I was twelve... I will confirm that for you now. I gave birth to Eddy a little before my thirteenth birthday.

In sixth grade, middle school, I had the biggest crush on our teacher, Mr. Laius. This was his tenth year teaching any kind of school at all. He was really good, making us all laugh and teaching us with humor and such. He was a pretty young guy, I couldn't tell you exactly how young, but I would say probably as old as I am now. He was fairly skinny, pretty well built, had brown hair and blue eyes, and a smile that never seemed to leave his face. I think every single girl in my class was just like me and crushing hard on him.

One day half way through the school year, Mr. Laius changed the instruction on us rather suddenly. Instead of the history lesson he had promised us the week before, we were learning something completely new and probably alien to us all.

"Today," he began, "we're going to learn something a little more practical. I think you are all about ready for sex ed. This school doesn't have a sexual education curriculum or a designated instructor or time to instruct it, so I figure I may as well get you guys educated."

Of course this shocked the majority of us, but none of us raised any protest. We were always excited to learn something new from Mr. Laius. "First of all, I'm going to need a volunteer to help me out here," he said.

All of our hands shot up. Volunteering was usually rewarded with treats of some kind, as well as being really rather fun, in the past. Laughing, Mr. Laius shook his head, waving his hands lightly. "No, not all of you. I need a girl volunteer." With a chorus of 'aaaaaw' half of the hands dropped, leaving all of us hoping and praying he picked us. Being in the front row, I had a good feeling about it at the time.

"How about you, Jo?" he asked with a big grin as he inclined his head in my direction. Excitedly, I leapt up from my desk and moved to the front to stand next to him. Smiling down at me, Mr. Laius pulled one of the empty tables where we usually handed in our homework. He positioned it at the front of the classroom and sat on the edge. "Alright, lets start with anatomy, more specifically the difference between male and female. Jo, why don't you take off your clothes so we can see for ourselves?"

My blood ran cold and my heart skipped a beat. I blinked and looked up at the teacher I had such a crush on, not quite believing I had heard him correctly.

"All of it." His voice was still rather cheerful, but somehow had a firmness that demanded obedience.

I watched him for a few moments more before licking my lips nervously. In front of the entire class? I wanted to ask. Slowly and shakily, I reached up to the hem of the plain green t-shirt I wore and pulled it up over my head, hesitating halfway but I finished. I handed the shirt to Mr. Laius, leaving my flat eleven-year-old chest exposed to the class.

"Now your jeans," he instructed, his blue eyes looking me up and down.

The silence of the class pressed down on me. I was acutely aware of all of their eyes glued unblinking on my half naked body. With a small whimper, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my blue jeans. I pushed them down an inch or two, then remembered I couldn't take them off with my shoes. I looked down at my sandals and I can remember being surprised that they could just be slipped off. Of course that seems like something one would not be surprised about, but I had almost hoped for tennis shoes, a reason to stay clothed just a little longer. Stepping out of my flip-flop sandals, I let my jeans drop to my ankles. Bending down, I pried my feet from the denim and stepped back in nothing but my pink frilly panties.

Hoping that was sufficient, I looked up at Mr. Laius, but he just shook his head. With another moment's hesitation, I hooked my thumbs under the pink fabric and slowly, very slowly, pushed them down my narrow hips and thighs. When gravity was enough to do the rest, I let them drop and stepped away from the frilly garments. There I stood, my flat chest and hairless girlhood exposed to thirty of my classmates and Mr. Laius.

Reaching a hand up to brush some of my blonde hair from my face, I looked up at the teacher expectantly. He smiled and glanced to the rest of the class. "Alright, all the boys in the class can see right away what the difference between them and Jo are. She is missing a penis and testicles, for one." He smiled down at me again before sliding off of the table to kneel at my side.

His hands were suddenly on me, causing more goose bumps than the cool air did. Both settled on my hips and worked up slowly over my flat chest as he spoke. "When Jo, and the rest of you girls, get into puberty, a stage where your bodies start to turn into adult bodies, her hips are going to get wider and her breasts will begin to swell." His fingers grazed over my hard nipples again and again, even pinching a couple times as he spoke.

"Her breasts will be used to feed her children and her hips," he explained as his hands slid back down my body, "will get wider to allow her body to give birth to these children." His hands rotated along my body, one sliding back to my but which, out of view of the class, squeezed one of my cheeks. That was only the beginning. His other hand slid forward and low over my undeveloped slit, gently tracing a finger from the top to the bottom and back again, gently parting my soft skin ever so slightly each time. "The child will be born from here, her vagina. Within is her birth canal which leads to her uterus, where the child will grow for a period of nine months." As he talked, I gasped and squeaked. His index finger gently pressed into my body, a sensation I had never before imagined. He sunk a knuckle into me before I felt him touching something just inside that ached a little when he applied a little pressure.

He held his finger there for a moment, allowing the dozens of eyes to see him penetrating my virgin hole with his fingertip. After a time, he pulled his finger away and stood up, stepping behind me. I was left to stare at my classmates and friends, my hands pressed to my sides in embarrassment. I heard Mr. Laius doing something behind me but I couldn't bring myself to move a muscle. I was so scared. Volunteering this time seemed to have been a bad idea and the feeling in my gut was no longer a good one.

Finally Mr. Laius stepped to my side again and out of the corner of my eye I could see he was completely naked! His toned body was bare for all to see! "Now you can see exactly how our bodies are different. Males have a penis and testicles." Turning to look, I could see his penis was massive! Or at least it seemed so at the time. In retrospect, it really wasn't so big, but to an eleven year old virgin, the thing was a monster!

"A man's testicles produce the sperm that, when implanted in a girl's uterus, fertilize her eggs and produce offspring," he continued, one hand gently stroking his length up and down while the other massaged his balls for emphasis. "That act is what this educational curriculum is about." He looked down at me, then stepped back and pat the tabletop he had been sitting on. "Why don't you hop up here, Jo?" I could tell by the way he looked at me it wasn't a question.

I looked up at him for a moment, then shuffled around him slowly. I can remember feeling more embarrassed that my classmates would see my little butt as I turned around and climbed onto the table. Once on the table, I let my legs hang over the edge, once again facing the class but I had little time to get comfortable before Mr. Laius' hands grabbed my thighs and turned me to face him instead. I was face-to-face with his stiff cock and all I could do was stare at it until he said "Lay on your back."

I was not at all sure where this was going, though I'm sure the lot of you have long since figured it out. Slowly I laid on my back, aware in the back of my mind that my hard nipples were poking straight up from my chest as Mr. Laius pulled my towards him until my butt rested on the edge of the table.

"During sex, a male will put his penis inside of a female's vagina to inseminate her." That was all he said. I felt him pressing the tip of his penis against my girlhood and gently stroking along the slit from the top to the bottom. I felt him slowly getting wet and sliding his wet tip along my skin, which made it seem rather chilled in the exposed air. At the time I thought it was him.

Using a free hand, he gently spread my young body and pressed his tip into me. My body tensed as once again I felt that ache just inside of my pussy. That ache turned immediately into a sharp pain when I felt him press past that barrier inside my body, which turned into a greater pain as the entirety of his length sunk into my body, nestling snugly against my cervix. His hips pressed against my own tightly, ignoring my gasps and whimpering cries. Aside from my sounds of pain, the classroom was utterly silent, transfixed on what was happening.

He was slow at first, gently stroking his length inside of me, but eventually his hands gripped my ankles and spread my legs wide. Thank god I was in gymnastics and could do the full splits. Grunting and moaning, his hips slapped against my own. Only a few minutes after it all begin, though it felt like hours, he pressed himself against my cervix once again and moaned deeply. I felt his length throb in my body and pour an unthinkable amount of hot fluid into me.

I don't remember much of the day after that. I think my young brain repressed most of it because the next memory I have is curling up with my dog in my bed and falling asleep.

The following day was the same. He pulled me to the front of the class and stripped me down. This time, he fingered my pussy until I unintentionally gave a soft moan. My young pussy was so wet as it's sexual development was jumpstarted. He grinned at the noise I made with two of his fingers buried inside of me.

After he fingerfucked me for a good ten minutes or so, he laid on the table and helped me up onto his lap. Putting himself inside of me, he told me to bounce, to ride his dick like one of those pony rides in front of the grocery store. When I didn't quite comply, he assured me that if I didn't, he would fail me. Doing my best, I started to ride his cock until again he filled my body with his hot seed.

For the next week and a half it was like this. He would strip me and fuck me in new ways before planting his seed deep inside of me. On the last day of the ordeal, a Friday, I sat on all fours on the tabletop, my butt pressed against his groin. He gripped my hips and slammed his cock into my young, but wet pussy again and again, harder and faster until like every time before he filled me with his hot seed. I vaguely remember moaning like a whore the whole time.

"MISTER LAIUS!" a loud female voice bellowed from the doorway. We all turned to see the principle there, fire in her eyes...

I was rushed to the hospital after that in order to prevent a pregnancy that may have resulted in that haut fucking. It was to late. The doctors told my parents that the results of my tests showed I was already pregnant. At so young an age, they urged my parents to terminate the pregnancy as it could result in harm to me, but my parents decided that the child was not at fault and should not be murdered for something it did not do.

Eddy was born nine months later. Surprisingly, I was able to birth him naturally. He was such a cute little guy.

When I graduated high school, I moved out of my parents home with Eddy as fast as I could. At first they were very supportive of me and helped me take care of Eddy, but as time went on, they were raising him as their son, not mine. That would not do.

I took a job as a Sex Ed. Instructor, ironically. I wanted to properly educate children about their sexuality instead of letting some sicko like Mr. Laius do it. It was honest enough work, and I was always busy.

This was a problem at first, but as a dog lover, I had no problems keeping a dog at home at all times to protect my little Eddy while I was away at conferences or what have you. The last dog we had was a German Shepherd named Delilah. She was such a loyal girl, and loved Eddy unconditionally. Wherever he went, she went.

Eddy went to Pittsburg after graduation.

I was so lonely. Not only was my son, my beautiful son, gone from my life but so was the dog! After three months, I had enough. I went and bought another German Shepherd and named him... well after growing so attached to Delilah...Samson. He was my guard dog and my best friend. Over the course of only a couple months, we were inseparable.

With so much room and a decent sized house, one to big for one person, I thought it would be a wonderful idea to get Samson a bitch and have some puppies to raise in my spare time.

After work one day, I sat down on my computer and googled dog breeders. Google is of course god and must know everything, so I clicked the first link I saw, dogbreeders.com. I was left slack jawed at what I found. Not only was the front page of the website decorated with women mounted by a large variety of dogs, each filled to the brim with red hot dog meat, but the site was free and community-run! I knew I should just click back and find a legitimate site for my needs... but curiosity, as they say, killed the cat.

I joined and browsed the galleries for hours that night. I hadn't had sex in nineteen years and seeing all of these women filled with the same species of cock that had been my only companion for three or so months had me hotter than a habanero. I buried my fingers in my tight pussy as I scanned each of these pictures until I came.

Then I noticed something, a hyperlink in the corner that read 'Find Zoophiles Near You!" Licking my lips, I clicked the link and was brought to a page with a set of rules and regulations. In order, it appeared, to actually get acquainted with other zoophiles, one's identity needed to be disguised. After all, it stood to reason that these people wanted to protect one another and themselves. Masks had to be worn in all visual interactions. The pictures I had seen, it explained, were all from Europe and Asia in places zoophilia was legal, thus none of their members were in danger.

A link at the bottom of the page sent me to an accessory store. This blew my mind! There were masks for almost every breed of dog and then some! Horse masks, cat masks, bird masks, masks of every animal one could think of! And cocks galore! There were so many animal dildos I didn't know what to make of it all! Glancing to the stalwart protector sitting beside my computer chair, I promptly ordered a female German Shepherd mask.

Adhering to the rules of the site, I held off browsing more until a week later when the package I ordered came in. The mask was a full head-encompassing device that not only covered one's face and hid one's hair but somehow moved the mask's muzzle the same time you moved your mouth to talk. I don't quite understand how, but it was the coolest thing! Samson growled at me at first when he saw me, but after I talked to him, my voice severely muffled as it was, he got used to it.

So mask on my head, I logged back onto the site as 'Lassy Perdita' and promptly started searching for people near me. Most of them were women, in fact probably 90% were. I attribute this to the fact that we women are more patient when it comes to following the rules. I can guess that most of the men who found the site thought 'I'm not going to buy some crummy mask just to look at animal porn' and went elsewhere.

There was one man, however. I clicked on his profile 'Charlie DeSoto" and saw he was online! Opening a chat window produced a hearty hello! I hadn't even typed anything! Great minds, as they say, think alike.

<Oh, hi. I was just looking at your profile and opened your chat thingy to talk just now!> I typed in response. His display image was also a German Shepherd mask, the male version of course. <I see you like shepherds too.>

<LOL, I love them. They are such neat dogs.> he responded.

<Oh, you love them do you?> I typed more as a teasing jibe than anything.

There was a long silence, he didn't type anything at all for a long time and I was starting to get worried. <I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.> I quickly apologized.

<Do you want to see?> he asked.

See what? I wasn't quite sure where he was going with that, or what he meant. <Sure, I guess?>

Instantly a moving image appeared beside our chat window. It was him in his mask! He was fully naked and boy was he a looker! His body was toned and muscled and the cock throbbing in front of him, well it dwarfed Mr. Laius.

<WOW! You're huge!> I admired, unable to take my eyes off of his sexy body.

<LOL, I'm only seven inches long.> he typed. Before I had any time to respond, he reached up to move the camera, pointing it downward at a german shepherd standing beside him. She was a pretty thing! Well groomed and taken care of. She looked up at Charlie as he turned away from the camera to face her and lowered himself to his knees. Immediately the dog stood up and turned away from him, holding her tail to the side before she looked back expectantly.

Reaching up, he started to affectionately stroke her side and belly as he gently stroked the tip of his throbbing length beneath her tail with his other hand. After only a moment of this, his cock actually started to disappear into her! I came all over myself just watching his cock disappear completely into his canine lover!

He was always slow and gentle, petting her all the while. He made love to his beloved canine companion for the better part of fifteen minutes before he gripped her hips and pressed himself into her. He was still for several moments before he pulled himself out of her. Even from the poor angle, I could see his cum leaking from the girl's body.

I had cum a good dozen times by then and was still fingering myself through another wave of orgasms as he sat before his computer again and asked <What do you think?>

<That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen!> I responded with one hand.

<I have to go now. I have to get up early tomorrow morning. I'm going to add you as a friend so we can chat more. Good night.> His image went black and a little box that said he had done exactly as he said popped up with an inquiry if I would like to add him as a friend as well. Fuck yeah I would! I clicked the yes button with a smile.

The following day I went to the store after work and bought myself a webcam. I rushed home and fumbled about with it for ten minutes or so until I hooked it up. After making sure it worked properly, I logged back into the site and almost squealed when Charlie messaged me.

<Hi Lassy. How are you today?>

I licked my lips as I thought about what I could say. OH SHIT! I hastily turned and pulled the mask onto my head. After getting it all on correctly and comfortably, I typed back <Wanna see?>

<Yeah!> he responded.

I turned on my webcam and smiled when the green light came on. Realizing he couldn't see my face, I waved. In an instant, the image of his naked body sitting in a chair appeared next to our chat window. <Nice to see you too!> I said before I leaned back in my computer chair. Without a moment's hesitation I reached up and began to unbutton the white blouse I wore. I was careful to let it keep covering my unbound breasts for the time being. Once all the buttons were undone, though, I slowly pulled the fabric aside and tossed the shirt to the floor nearby. I let him look at my bra-less b-cups for a moment, let him soak up my pale skin before I scooted back so he could see all of my body.

I was feeling rather giddy all day, thanks to this stupid site, so I hadn't wore any undergarments all day. I was feeling more than giddy, I was feeling frisky! So when I slid my black skirt down my thighs, the next thing he saw was my shaved pussy and smooth thighs. Kicking the skirt away, I began to let my hands roam my body, touching myself sensually the same way I had seen rock stars and models touching themselves, though they were a little more clothed than me.

I grinned behind the mask when I saw him start to stroke his cock. A cold wet nose touched my thigh, averting my attention to the dog beside me. I smiled at Samson for a moment then steeled myself. Leaning forward, I typed <Wanna see me lose my virginity to my dog?> While not technically a virgin... you kinda get it back after nineteen years right? Besides, I was a virgin to bestiality... What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him!

<YES!> he typed before immediately returning to jacking off.

I was so nervous! But how hard could it be, and those girls I saw in the galleries seemed to have liked it. Angling the webcam down at the floor, I slowly stood up and pushed the chair away. Samson watched me curiously all the while as I slowly got on all fours and turned my butt towards him. He blinked curiously and tilted his head, but the instant I reached up and slapped my pale white ass, instinct seemed to have kicked in. He needed no other coaxing.

In an instant he leapt up and wrapped his paws around my waist. I felt his hot, soft fur against my back and ass, then that firm prod at my thighs, what I could only assume was his dick. He thrust at my butt and thighs for several moments and it occurred to me that maybe I had to help him out. I lifted a hand to try to guide his hot cock to my waiting pussy, but the moment I did he found me.

In an instant his hot prick thrust into me, what had to be six or more inches of throbbing red dog meat plunged into my body, pistoning madly. I screamed loudly, not in pain but in a pleasure I never knew existed! He was so HUGE! And his base was bigger than what seemed comfortable!

It was over as fast as it began. Very soon that large part of his base began to get bigger and bigger and bigger until he couldn't move his cock any farther out of me. It was starting to hurt, but the constant jets of hot fluid he had been spraying my insides with the whole time soothed my aching pussy, more so when the jets of hot fluid turned into gushing geysers of sticky hot doggy cum. My entire body convulsed, squeezing the invading prick tightly, milking it for every drop it would offer! My vision blurred and the world began to spin!

When everything started to settle down, I became aware that Samson was sitting beside me, licking at his cum-soaked prick and balls. On shaking legs, I pulled my chair back up to the computer and sat down, a torrent of doggy seed flowing down my legs onto the chair and onto the floor.

<How was that?> I typed. Thank god I didn't have to talk. I was still moaning and gasping even so long after that wonderful fuck and the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.

<Holy fucking god that's hot! You really lost your virginity to him?> he asked, his chest glistening with a good coating of his own cum in the webcam window.

<Yeah.> I half-lied. <God, that felt so good... His cum is really pouring out of me!>

<Yeah, I can see that.> he typed back.

Realizing I hadn't adjusted the webcam to look at my face again, I gave a breathless laugh and reached up to point it at my face. <Tomorrow it's your turn again.> I assured him.

And it was. For almost three weeks we took turns fucking our dogs for each other to masturbate to. But after three weeks, I wanted more. I wanted to get to know this man in a better way than the internet allowed us to. <Can we meet? Please?> I asked. He was motionless on the webcam for a few moments. Uh oh, I thought.

<I guess so, but we better keep our masks on.>

I was about to tease him about being so shy after fucking our dogs for each other for so long, then realized I was very nervous too. <Ok.> I agreed.

I learned he lived in Pittsburg, which really wasn't overly far away from my house. We agreed on a hotel about halfway between, an equal drive for both of us, that coming Friday evening. Oh, I was so excited!!! I could think of nothing else for the rest of the week.

When Friday rolled around, I drove to the hotel we agreed on a little early, my mask and Samson's leash in my handbag. I parked my Charger crooked but I was to excited and I to much of a rush to care about fixing it. I almost sprinted to the lobby and assured the woman behind the desk that I was meeting someone named Charlie DeSoto. I asked that the room be put under the name Lassy Perdita and to send him straight up when he arrived.

There was no doubt the girl knew what was going on, or at least she thought she did. She had this little twinkle in her eyes as she handed me the key. I have no doubt she knew we planned on fucking, but I also had no doubt she had no idea about the details.

I walked to the room, 77, and immediately stripped all of my clothing away from my pale body. As fit as I was, as much exercise as I got on a regular basis, I was more than lucky to have the body of a woman ten years younger than myself. I carefully pulled the leash and mask from my bag and stuffed my clothing into it. Deciding it was a good idea to leave my ID and money in the car, the bag was empty save what I had just unceremoniously stuffed in.

Once my mask was comfortably fastened to my head, I carefully put Samson's collar around my neck, it's leash attached already. Since the tags that read 'Samson' would be pretty silly on me, I had taken them off before I left my house. I moved to the bed in the middle of the hotel room and crawled onto the soft, warm blanket, my heart pounding in my chest. It was so exciting, but incredibly nerve-wracking!

I remained on all fours, watching the door all the while as I waited... and waited... and waited for Charlie to show up. A watched pot, as they say....

But finally I heard the sound of someone fiddling with the lock. Then the knob turned and the door swung ajar. Charlie was a smart man, he had put his mask on in the hall. Stepping into the room, he closed the door behind him and froze when he saw me naked on the bed, waiting like a bitch in heat for him.

"Oh, wow. I actually had thought we'd talk a little while first..." he admitted with a muffled voice as he stepped into the room slowly.

"We don't need to waste time with that. Just come here and fuck me," I beckoned, wiggling my bare butt for him.

With a muffled laugh he reached up and unbuttoned his white shirt, pulling it away from his toned chest before he dropped it to the floor and began to remove his shoes and pants. I was elated to see he had elected not to wear any underwear that day. Great minds think alike!

When at last his monstrous seven inch cock was free of its restraints, he strode forward and crawled onto the bed behind me. Bolts of electricity shot through my body when his strong hands rested on my hips. That touch alone made gave me a muffled moan.

"You're even sexier in person," he assured me as his hands glided down over my taut belly then up to my modest breast. Another muffled moan left my mask as he gently squeezed and fondled my tits. He leaned forward as if to kiss my shoulder, but the firm muzzle of his mask was all that touched my skin. He laughed lightly and shook his head.

"I forgot about that." Instead of kissing me, he carefully nuzzled my shoulder, neck, and back. He had practiced, I could tell. It was so tender, so soft, so gentle... I made a mental note to practice with Samson when I got home after this.

Another moan sounded when I felt his hot cock nestle between my butt cheeks, gently grinding against my body while his hands continued their exploration.

Just like I had tried with Samson the first time he fucked me, I lifted a hand from the bedding to reach beneath me for his cock. When I touched his balls, I gently caressed with my fingertips for a few moments before curling my digits around his length and guiding him to my eager womanhood.

It was his turn to moan as I pressed him into me. His hands returned to my hips as his own eased forward, slowly driving his dick deep into my pussy. He wasn't so large as Samson was, but just the idea that this was another person, that this was a friend with real emotions made it feel so much better. His pace was so slow, so gentle and tender as he hilted himself inside of me and started to pull himself away. He was a very gentle man as I had seen with his bitch at home, and now with him imbedded in my body.

I imagined I was his dog offering myself to him, feeling his ever-tender touch deep inside of my tight canal, which even then milked him ferociously for what I hoped to prolong in the back of my mind. I didn't want this to end.

Both of us were moaning into our masks, writhing against one another slowly as we slowly mated one another. I pressed myself back against his every inward movement, one hand raising from the bed to grip and fondle my own tits as one of his own slid down around my body to toy with my clit.

The second his fingertips touched my little nub, I cried out and bucked against him in the first orgasm of the evening. That seemed to open Pandora's box. All gentle pretenses vanished and we were fucking like two dogs in heat. Even through the latex of the mask I wore I could hear the loud slap of his hips against my but with every jarring impact that shook my entire body. This suddenly feral pace had me experiencing wave after intense wave of never-ending orgasm.

But Charlie was a wicked man. He seemed to know just when I was about to reach the ultimate peak. In one vicious movement, he pulled his length out of me and scooted back. Quaking, I collapsed on the bed and moaned, still writhing and bucking against nothing in particular as my pleasure waned.

Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder at him breathlessly. He stared at me for a moment then shrugged nonchalantly. "Roll over on your back."

Without a moment's hesitation I complied. I rolled over and spread my legs beckoningly. It took no other invitation than that for him to lower his body onto mine and once again fill me with that deliciously large monster.

It was as if we never paused. Again he rammed his dick into me with ferocious speed. I arched against him, pressing my breast into his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, clawing at his muscular back and holding on for dear life as he drove me higher and higher to a level of pleasure I had never felt in my life. Fingers can only do so much and I didn't own any toys.

This time he was merciful. As I rode out my umpteenth orgasm, he buried his monstrous cock as deeply as he could in my eager pussy and threw his head back. I could feel it throbbing in my depths and a moment later, I felt his hot cum flooding my canal. This sent me into the most intense orgasm I had ever felt, one even surpassing the pleasure Samson had given me.

I cried out loudly for what must have been an eternity before slowly coming down from my orgasmic bliss. Breathing heavily against one another, we simply embraced, his cock still buried deep inside my sopping vagina. We fell asleep together there in that hotel bed in a lover's embrace.

When I woke up hours later he was gone. On the pillow beside my masked head was a rose and a little note which I hugged to my bare breast for several minutes before carefully prying open to read.

Thanks Lassy. Had a wonderful time. Must do it again soon. Had to go home to feed my other lover. You should do the same, too. Talk to you soon.

--Charlie

I smiled and read the note three times before sighing and folding it back up. He was such a sweet man and cared so deeply for that dog of his. It was refreshing that he did. Most people in the world today seem to not care if they go on a trip and their companions starve at home.

I pulled the mask from my head and the collar from my neck, a little disappointed he had ignored it completely, but pleased that did not diminish our fun in any way. I pulled my clothing from my bag and carefully pulled it all onto my aching body before putting the leash and mask in the bag. Ooooh, who would have thought such a pleasure-filled evening could leave one so sore? That must be the sign of a good fucking, I told myself.

I don't even remember the trip home after that. I was fantasizing about Charlie all the way, thinking of other positions we could try and such. When I got home, he was waiting for me on the computer. It was early morning and he had just fed his dog. Again reminding me to do the same, he promised he'd let me see his webcam afterwards.

I rushed to the kitchen to feed Samson before rushing back to my computer room with my mask. Putting it on quickly, I immediately started my webcam and let him watch me undress. He repaid that in kind. We spent most of the morning talking about nothing before we made another date. Well, two really. One Wednesday night and the other Friday after that.

Both days were more exciting than the last. We met in the hotel room and fucked for hours each night. Sometimes we were gentle, sometimes we acted like two animals eager to breed.

Friday night, covered in each other's sweat and secretions, we held one another on the bed, our fingers gently caressing one another's bodies. My legs were still wrapped around his waist loosely and his length still leaked his delicious seed into my flooded body. We stared into one another's eyes in silence for an eternity before I whispered "I have to go to a teacher's conference next week. It's an annual event. Usually it only takes a few weeks to get everything taken care of, but this year the chairman is taking us all to Milan. I'll be gone for the rest of the semester."

Charlie froze, his body tense for several minutes before he nodded, leaning forward to gently nuzzle into my neck. "My mom and a couple of my friends are going. They're majoring in education and got invited to go. Maybe you'll run into each other there."

With a laugh and shrug, I answered "I doubt it. There are a ton of people who go to these things from all over the country. Besides, I wouldn't even know who to look for." If I find them, I'll be sure to say 'hi'." I chided.

He gave a short laugh but said nothing more, just stared into my eyes and I stared into his. We stayed like that for hours before we drifted to sleep. Just like every other time, I woke up to a flower and a note, but no Charlie.

To say I missed him when I went to Milan for the conference would be a mild understatement. I even missed Samson, who was staying with a neighbor. Not just for their wonderful dicks, but for Samson's undying loyalty and... well I was falling deeply in love with Charlie. I had never loved anyone but my son, so it scared me at first but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it to happen.

The conference, besides that, was a major bore. We reviewed so many things on sexual education I already knew, was given a curriculum I had been using for years... and I even managed to get sick and put on a little weight in the second month I was there!

I am not a stupid woman, however. It didn't take me long at all to realize I was only getting sick in the mornings and the only weight I was putting on was in my tummy. My once-taut tummy had begun to get a little pudgy. I was sure it was just the delicious Italian food, and don't even get me started on gelato.

Still, procrastination and curiosity can only conflict for so long before one wins out over the other. I bought a pregnancy test the last week of the conference before we all went home. It was positive. I had suspected as much during my procrastination and assumption I was just enjoying those gelatos to much, so confirmation really was not as big a shock as it could have been.

I had nothing else on my mind for the rest of the week but surprising Charlie. The first thing I did when I got home, even before unpacking, was fetch my mask and get online to chat with him. We professed how much we missed one another for a few minutes, then I insisted we meet in a few hours. He agreed and said he would be there at precisely seven o'clock. I would get there early of course.

The drive there seemed longer than it actually was, and the wait for him to arrive was even longer still. When finally he came into the bedroom with his mask on and started to undress, I was already kneeling in the center of the bed, as naked as the day I was born with my mask on. My tummy was already pretty noticeably large. I'm not a large woman, and the last time I was pregnant I was only twelve years old, so I had no idea if I could be considered big or small for a three month pregnant woman.

When Charlie was fully undressed, he stepped more fully into the bedroom but gave a start when he saw me. Of course seeing me naked was not a shocker anymore, but... "You've put on some weight. Were you enjoying eating real Italian food every day?" he asked, then started forward to crawl onto the bed with me.

"Maybe." I said from behind my mask and reached out to touch him, carefully guiding him onto his back on the bed. Straddling his hips, I reached to his already stiff cock and guided him up into my pussy, slowly taking the entirety of his length into my body. I rocked my hips at first, letting my hands explore that toned chest I had missed so much. Likewise, his hands were on my chest, fondling my tits which seemed a little tiny bit tender.

"I missed you," he assured me as his hands played with my breasts. His hips writhed beneath me, which only enticed me a little more than his hands already did.

I started to lift my hips, pulling my body up almost completely away from his stiffness before I pressed slowly down against him again. "I missed you to. I must have fingered myself three times a night thinking about you."

He laughed lightly and nodded. "I can imagine."

Then I started to bounce my hips, slapping my body down against his own in quick succession, riding him like a cowgirl on a galloping horse. Now it was my turn to be wicked. Every time I felt he was about to reach his peak and fill my already full womb with his fertile seed, I would stop, holding myself perfectly still over him until he came down from his high. I did this a good half dozen times before I leaned down to nuzzle into his neck. "I have a surprise for you." I whispered, just loud enough to be heard through our masks.

He stared up into my eyes inquisitively, but was to breathless to actually voice his question.

"I'm pregnant." I said softly, my heart leaping in my chest as I finally put it to words.

In that instant I felt his cock suddenly swell and dump his load into my full belly. I felt his cum gushing into me with a ferocity I missed. Oh, he must have liked hearing that I was going to have his baby!

He stared up at me for a moment, his hands gliding down slowly from my boobs to settle on my tummy. I pressed my hands gently over his own and nodded a silent confirmation.

"I think..." he paused, staring at our hands for a moment before he pulled his away and reached up to his mask.

I understood. Reaching up to my own, I started to remove it as he was doing with his own. I pulled my mask up over my head and shook my blonde hair down, shivering lightly as I felt it cascade over my shoulders. Opening my eyes, I looked down and beheld

"EDDY!?"

"Mom!? What the hell!?"

What was even more surprising, though I didn't notice it at the time, his cock gave another powerful spurt of hot cum into my abused pussy.

We stared down at one another for several long minutes in utter shock and bewilderment. How could this really have happened? I had been fucking my own son. I came to this hotel three times and fucked the shit out of him and let him fuck me! I was carrying his baby! I had thought about fucking my own son every night for the past three months as I finger-fucked myself again and again! I had missed him so much it had turned into a physical ache...

I had fallen madly in love with him, too.

Blinking myself out of my thoughts, I took a deep breath and slowly started to ride him again.

"Mom, what are you...?" It was clear he was almost disgusted by all of this.

"Eddy, we fucked our dogs for each other. We masturbated in front of one another. We came to this hotel three times already and had the hottest, most wonderful sex any two people could hope to have. I'm pregnant with your baby." I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his own. "We fell in love." I was sure he felt the same way I had in our absence.

He stared up at me for a moment, but after a couple minutes of me riding his still throbbing dick, his hands raised up to my belly and tits again, moving from one to the other as if he couldn't decide what he wanted to touch more.

"I love you, Mom." He smiled softly up at me, starting to slowly writhe beneath me again.

"I love you too, Eddy." We had shared the phrase many times before, but this time it seemed different. Deeper. We were lovers. I started to ride him hard again, bouncing up and down on his cock until we were both moaning loudly once more.

When I woke up the next morning, I wasn't alone. This time, Eddy was there, laying in my arms with a smile on his lips. He had been watching me sleep, a hand on my tummy the whole time.

Our habits didn't change after that. He went back to school and I went home and every night we took turns fucking our dogs. He would fill Delilah with his delicious dick and I would finger myself for him. The next night, I would let Samson mount me and he would jack off for me.

We were meeting at the hotel twice a week, fucking more than ever. Without masks. Every morning I would wake up with him there in bed with me, sometimes caressing my big tummy, other times slowly fucking me as I slept.

There was only one thing that could have made life better after that. And I was given two. Six months after we had taken off our masks, I gave birth to two beautiful baby girls. We call them Delilah and Perdita.

Currently, my son and I are raising our daughters together. We had to move to the other side of the country where no one knew us. This way, we can live as a real family. I am expecting another baby any day now and instead of teaching sex ed, I raise dogs with Eddy and our girls. Of course, we don't just raise and train any ol' dogs. Ours are specially trained for the community on the very website we began our romance on. It's giving us a comfortable lifestyle.

I better stop writing this autobiography for you, now. Eddy's home and I'm itching to try riding him and letting one of our dogs mount my ass. I'm sure he'll get a kick out of that!