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Hotdog
by AnjingAnak (anjinganak@aol.com)

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A teenage girl is horny enough to tray out a hotdog to 
get herself off, but when the family dog gets into the 
act she stopped with the hotdogs. (F-teen, beast)

***

This happened many years ago. It's never far from my 
mind though. Whenever I have sex, I think about it.

I was only fourteen. I had been interested in boys for a 
while, romantically but not sexually, if you know what I 
mean. Up until then sex had been a mystery to me. I knew 
the mechanics, in a disbelieving sort of way. I couldn't 
imagine why any boy would want to stick his wiener in a 
girl's hole and even more than that, I couldn't believe 
that any girl would let him. The summer of my fourteenth 
year all that changed.

I started to think about boys differently. I thought 
about what they had between their legs and what it might 
look like and what it would feel like. I used to finger-
fuck myself at night in bed under the covers. I imagined 
that it was a real cock inside of me. 

One night I decided I wanted something more realistic 
than my finger. I went and got the only cylindrical 
piece of meat I could think of, a hotdog. 

After washing it thoroughly, I worked it into my pussy, 
back and forth, back and forth. I sawed away imagining 
it to be the real thing. It felt a lot better than my 
finger; it was bigger and filled my hole nice and snug. 
By using one hand to work it back and forth and the 
other to rub my clit I reached orgasm for the first 
time.

I was lying there enjoying the afterglow when it hit me! 
What was I going do with the hotdog now? Should I put it 
I the garbage? What if my mother found it and asked why 
I'd thrown away a perfectly good wiener. Should I put it 
back in the fridge? Tomorrow was Saturday and we usually 
had franks and beans for dinner. I imagined my father or 
brother eating the hotdog I had just pushed into my 
pussy! The idea kind of excited me. 

But I couldn't put it back in the pack. What if Mom 
noticed? What if she guessed what I had done? I felt 
depraved, I'd fucked my family's dinner!

Then it hit me, Buster, our dog. Of course! Buster would 
eat anything. I opened my bedroom door just a crack and 
whistled softly for him. A minute later he came into the 
room wagging his tail I took the hotdog and held it in 
front of his nose. He was so thrilled he was spinning 
around in circles - doing a little Snoopy dance in 
anticipation of his treat. I gave him the hotdog and he 
ate the whole thing in two gulps. All the evidence was 
gone! The perfect crime.

My hotdog phase went on for several weeks. Each time 
Buster would eat the frankfurter after I'd pulled it out 
of my pussy. Once, I had started my period and the frank 
came out bloody, but he didn't seem to mind - he ate it 
just the same. Good old Buster.

Then a problem started to develop. Remember the story of 
Peter Pan where the crocodile had eaten Captain Hook's 
sliced-off hand and liked it so much that he followed 
Captain Hook around everywhere hoping to eat the rest of 
him. Well, that's what was happening with Buster and me. 
I was Captain Hook and he was the crocodile.

Buster would follow me everywhere and try to put his 
nose under my skirt,  looking for a hotdog. It was 
particularly embarrassing when other people were around. 
I would always give him a whack and move away.

One time, however, when I was home alone I thought: 
"Okay, dummy, this time I'm not going to stop you and 
you'll see for yourself that there's no hotdog there."

He stuck his nose under my skirt and started to sniff 
around. It was definitely a weird feeling. Instead of 
getting discouraged when he didn't find a hotdog, 
however, he did something I hadn't expected. He started 
to nuzzle my crotch with his snout. The pressure of his 
nose against my pussy lips sent tingles up my spine.

In my mind I justified what I did next by saying to 
Buster: "So you think I might have a hotdog inside my 
panties, huh? Well I'll prove to you I don't." With that 
I peeled down my underpants. I think I just wanted an 
excuse to find out what his cold wet nose would feel 
like on my pussy. 

Buster had a surprise in store for me, however. Once my 
undies were out of the way he started licking at my 
crack. It was then that I realized that he didn't just 
want a hotdog, he wanted the taste that had always gone 
with it - the taste of my pussy!

I knew I should stop him. This was much sicker than what 
I had ever done before. The hotdog had been bad enough 
but now I was letting a dog put his tongue on my most 
private place. My mother had told me never to let anyone 
touch me there. She had told me that if anyone ever did, 
I should tell her about it. Somehow, though, I didn't 
think she would really want to hear about Buster and me. 

No one would blame Buster, he was just a dog - he didn't 
know any better. I was the one who was guilty. I was the 
one who pulled down my panties and let him do it to me.

Feeling disgusted with myself, I turned away from Buster 
and his big tongue. But by then he had gotten me so 
worked up that I knew I had to get some relief. I went 
to the fridge and got another hotdog. Buster followed me 
back into my bedroom. 

As I pushed the piece of meat into my pussy, I fingered 
my clit in the circular pattern that always made me 
come. With the hotdog half sticking out of me, I 
approached orgasm. I had one hand rubbing my clit and 
the other hand squeezing my nipple. Just as I reached 
orgasm, Buster slurped the hotdog with his tongue and 
sucked it out of my pussy. 

I lay still for awhile enjoying the afterglow. Buster 
was on the floor enjoying his treat. After a few minutes 
I felt him stick his nose back up between my legs. 
Without even thinking about what I was doing, I spread 
my legs wider. I knew what he wanted to do to me and 
this time I knew that I was going to let him. I was just 
too curious to see how it would feel.

Soon his tongue was lapping at me - over and over. I 
reached down and pulled my lips apart at the top so that 
he could get at my clit. Each swipe of his tongue 
traveled over every part of my slit. I knew that I had 
crossed the line. I knew that once I let him do this to 
me I would not be able to stop. It would be like with 
the hotdog only worse. I could see myself letting him 
lick me every night. I knew I had to stop him now or I 
would never be able to stop him again. But thinking of 
how perverted it was just made me more excited and I 
started another orgasm. 

This one was different. Before I had 'made' myself come 
by what I was doing to myself. This time I was just 
laying back and receiving pleasure. I could concentrate 
fully on just the sensations. It was the best orgasm I 
have ever had in my life. I felt like I was going to 
faint as wave after wave rippled through me. 

I know that you would like me to tell you that I went on 
to let Buster fuck me and maybe even that I sucked his 
dick for him, but that never really happened. He 
continued to get me out whenever we were alone, but he 
never really let fucked me. 

It's not that I wasn't willing. It just never worked 
out. His cock would come out of its sheath and get big. 
Often he rubbed up against my leg until he came. Several 
times I even got down on all fours for him. I'm 
embarrassed to say that I was going to let him fuck me. 
I told myself it was his reward for giving me so much 
pleasure. But really I was just desperate to have a cock 
inside me, even a dog cock.

He would rub his cock against the crack in my ass. He 
would hump me like this until he started to spurt. Lots 
of sperm would come out and cover my back and my butt, 
however he never succeeded in entering me. While he was 
rubbing off against my ass, I would reach back and 
finger myself to an orgasm.

Once I turned fifteen I got a boyfriend who would eat me 
out and fuck me too. That was the beginning of the end 
of my sex play with Buster - although every once in a 
while I would let him do me for old time's sake.

Eventually I started to give my boyfriend blowjobs. 
Although it made me think about doing it to Buster , I 
never did. That seemed too perverted even for me.

It's been a long time since I was fourteen, and I've had 
a lot of different sexual experiences since then, but 
thinking about Buster eating me out that first time is 
still what gets me the hottest.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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