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Subject: {ASSM} "Mary and the Great Dane"  (g/dog, n/c, con, true)
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    You are about to read a work of fiction
      which might involve a minor or two.

          That doesn't mean you can
            read it if you're one.

Also, you shouldn't read this if you are offended
  by reading about minors in sexual situations.

         This work of fiction should be
           free of any charge to read.












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                "Mary and the Great Dane"
                by Pedro Vila

_ _ _ _ _

This is a true story that was
related to me many years ago
from a girl I once was in love
with. I'm not going to give
full names or specific places,
as I don't know where she may
be now, or if she's even still
alive, to ask permission to tell
this story. But I'm quite sure
that anybody who may know her
now won't make the connection
between her and this tale.

Then again, this was one wild
woman and I wouldn't put it
past her to read erotica.
If she does find this, I hope
she contacts me, even if just
to complain.

My memories have faded over time,
and some of the details may be
lost, but the image from her
description still inhabits my
dreams.

_ _ _ _ _


   "So, tell me about your first sexual experience." I ask, while I lay on
her mattress which is simply on the floor of her small, coastal apartment.
"What made you the wild creature you are today?"
   Mary didn't look at me. I could see that she had some demons still and I
was about to change the subject once I realized that it was a bad memory.
   "Look, I didn't mean to pry. I'm sorry I brought it up." I retreated.
   "It was my mothers husband. He raped me when I was twelve." she said, as
if it was nothing.
   "I'm sorry. Never mind, okay?" I felt bad. I should have known it would
be something like this. Most of the kinky woman I knew had become that way
because of a lack of self respect, usually because of childhood
molestations.
   In her case, I could feel her frustration. As a full grown adult, she was
at best five foot tall. I had seen some pictures of her as a twelve year old
and she was about the size of most eight year olds.
   She went on as if not hearing me. "I stayed home from school one day
because I was sick. My mom had left for work and I thought I had the
apartment to myself. Only Alf was there too and I ran for my room.
   "Sometimes he'd hold me down and feel me up. He'd tell me how much I was
teasing him by walking around in my nightgown before bedtime.
   "He came into my room and grabbed my, and he dragged me to his bedroom.
He pulled my pajamas off and tied my hands and feet behind me in a four way
tie. He used his neck ties to do it."
   I was trying to get out of hearing this. I was young then. "Hey, you
don't have to tell me anything. It's okay."
   "I don't mind. Anyway, I got a foot loose before he could cum in me and I
kicked him off. He opened his closet and grabbed his suitcases and left. The
fucker was already packed up!"
   "Geez." I said in sympathy.
   "Mom blamed him leaving on me. I never told her what he did."
   "You didn't?"
   Mary looked at me with that worldly look she had in those sharp green
eyes. "I tried to but she wouldn't listen. She didn't wanna' hear it."
   "Man, that sucks."
   She smiled at me. "Then I started fucking a Great Dane."
   I felt bad at her having to talk about being raped, especially as a kid,
but that last part had me hooked. I wanted to hear all about that, but I
didn't want to sound too eager. "Are you serious?"
   "His name was Bruno, and he belonged to the family next door. I used to
baby sit for them."
   "How long was this after Alf....?"
   "About three months."
   "So you were still twelve?"
   A bigger smile from her. "Yeah, you sick fucker!" She had me there. I was
with her because I was a sick fucker. Oh, she was erotic and in shape. Hell,
I thought she was pretty, but a lot of people couldn't see why I thought
that. I smiled sheepishly and she went on with her tale. "He was a Brundle
Great Dane. He was huge and he was always trying to sniff my crotch.
   "So one day, after the kid went to bed, I let him lick me in the
bathroom. If felt really good. He had a big tongue and I would spread my
lips so he could lick inside me more. It felt really, really good.
   "So he stops trying to lick me and I see he's trying to straddle me. His
dick was sticking out and it was kinda' pinkish red. I knew he wanted to
fuck me so I got on my hands and knees and let him.
   "He was strong and his paws grabbed me by the waist and he started to
stick it in. It felt too big and I tried to get him off. I was scared, but
he was too strong and it was going in real deep. I couldn't get him to stop.
   "Then I just let go. I couldn't do anything so I just waited until he
finished. Only he was still getting deeper in me and it started to feel
good. So I laid my head down so he could go deeper after a while."
   "Whoa." was all I could say. I had never heard a story like this before.
   "You know when a dog cums? It just gets bigger inside of you until it
goes Poof." She made her cheeks fat and then blew the air out of them at
once. I got the impression that the dog exploded gently in her.
   "Then he lick me again. I laid on my back and let him clean me up. Then
when the family came home, I acted like nothing was wrong and I went home
and laid in the shower. I made the water a hard stream and let it spray on
my pussy. I held my lips apart for it."
   I was turned on. But all I could say was, "Wow." After a while I asked,
"Was that the only time?"
   "No. I went back to baby sit every week. Sometimes twice a week."
   "And you fucked Bruno every time?"
   "For three months. I would get these horrible bruises on my sides, and I
could feel something like drool running down my back. Then one day, Bruno
got out and killed some boy. They put him to sleep and that was it."
   "Oh man. You think he killed the boy because he was fucking you?"
   "Pphfft. Who knows?"
   I needed to hear more. I started asking questions. "What did it feel like
inside? Is it like fucking a guy?"
   She got a far away look in her eye. One that was the opposite from her
recounting her rape. "No. It's shaped different. And he was gentle with me.
It was nice. He held me tightly, but he never fucked me roughly like guys
usually do." That made me feel guilty. I liked to fuck her roughly too.
   "Then one day, I stroked a horse."
   "Seriously? How old were you then?"
   "I was still twelve."
   "Shit! Were you going to fuck him?"
   "Yeah, but then his dick came out and it was so big that it scared me. I
stopped and he jumped a fence and fucked another horse."
   The horse thing was too much. I pictured this young, small girl actually
wanting to fuck a huge horse and was on top of her. There was no more
talking.
   Soon, I never saw her again. I wondered where she might have gone, but
you couldn't hold a woman like this in one place for too long. She'd been
around long before I met her.
   I imagined some guy getting his kicks with her, or some sucker marrying
her and then pulling his hair out for the rest of his life.
   But I would remember the story she told and masturbate to it for years
after.

   I hope, where ever she is, that she's found happiness.

   <END>

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