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The Virgin and the Stud Dog
by Anonymous (no address provided)
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A high school neighbor girl reluctantly agrees to take
care of a man's dog. (f-teen/dog, beast, 1st, rp, nc)
***
Several years ago, when I was a freshman in High School,
something happened that I have never felt entirely
comfortable with until now. Thanks to other stories I
have read recently about bestiality I have been able to
come to grips with a dark secret that I've held since
the spring of 1995.
At the time I was a giggly girl hanging out at the mall
with friends and eyeing cute guys, but never daring to
venture beyond flirting and the occasional furtive kiss.
Although I was a virgin and extremely naive, I was a
"well-developed young lady," as my mother would say. I
had long auburn hair I wore in a pony tail down my back,
and breasts capped with nipples that stood out half an
inch when erect. I mention this because as a freshman in
High School, they often caused me much chiding and
embarrassment when they protruded from my blouse.
Anyway, one afternoon as I was walking home from school
my neighbor called me over to his fence. Mr. Platki was
of some Eastern European decsent and spoke with a heavy
accent.
"Heather, you come here," he said, waving his ancient
arm to me. Mr. Platki was an old man who had known me
since my fifth birthday when we moved into the
neighborhood. We had rarely talked, but my parents liked
him.
"You will watch my dog for a few days, no?" he said.
Mr. Platki owned the most feared dog in the
neighborhood. It was some kind of mix between a Great
Dane and a Wolf Hound, or something. He was huge, and
stood about even with my chest flatfooted. Needless to
say, I was also frightened by his dog, whom he called
Groucho, due to his temperament.
"Ah, I don't think so, Mr. Platki," I said. "Ole Groucho
and I don't get along."
"You toss food into his pen and leave him be, what more
is there to do? Plus, I give you ten dollars. One week,
ten dollars, it's a deal, no."
Tempted to say "no," I relented and agreed to feed
Groucho.
The next day as I walked home from school I walked past
Groucho's yard. I had nearly forgotten about him when a
deep "roooof" bark reminded me of my responsibility.
"Sorry, Groucho," I said as I nervously slid a pan of
dry dog food into his pen.
Then I noticed that his water bowl was lying upside down
in the middle of his pen. "Oh great," I muttered and
slowly opened the gate. Groucho stepped back from the
gate and let me in. I watched him carefully as I reached
for the pan, then nearly screamed as he leapt forward
and licked my face from chin to eyebrows in one giant,
slobbery slurp.
Momentarily shocked, I jumped back, then realized that
Ole Groucho was really a Teddy Bear. I patted his head
and scratched his chest for a few minutes before closing
the gate and leaving. As I left, Groucho let out a deep
howl that could have waked the dead. Let me tell you, it
was that blasted howling that led to my ruin.
After dinner I helped my mother clean the kitchen, then
watched a bit of baseball on TV with my Dad. About the
time I was ready to head upstairs to my bedroom, Ole
Groucho started up with the howling in earnest. "What
the Hell is that?" my father asked.
Groucho kept it up for several minutes before my mother
begged me to go and get him. "You know Mr. Platki always
brings him in at night," she said. "I don't like the
idea of a dog in my house, but if you'll keep him locked
up in your room maybe the neighborhood can get some
sleep."
Groucho nearly jumped out of his fur in excitement when
I opened the gate and called him into the house. He
bounded up the stairs and bee-lined to my bedroom like
he had done it a hundred times before. Groucho was
pretty well behaved and curled up next to the foot of my
bed while I took a shower.
As I came out of the shower I let my towel drop to the
floor. Groucho's head perked up as he stared at my naked
body. I had never been looked at by a man - beast or
otherwise - like that before, and self-consciously
leaned down and retrieved the towel.
I was sitting at my vanity brushing out my hair when
Groucho rested his chin on my bare thigh. I patted his
head and went back to my hair, but I could not help but
notice the panting hot breath from Groucho. His nose was
only inches from my virgin pussy. With a half guilty
glance to make sure I had locked my bedroom door, I
opened my legs just a little, enough to let Groucho's
breath caress my slit.
For several minutes Groucho lingered in a position many
boys had tried and failed to approach. I had heard
stories from older girls about oral sex and was suddenly
caught with an insatiable desire to try it out on my
innocent house guest. Slyly, I shifted in my vanity
chair, allowing the towel to fall back to the floor, as
I turned to face Groucho. I was completely naked, my
legs slightly spread, with my slit open to Groucho.
Groucho was a champion of male domination and
immediately shoved his nostrils into my cunt. I
screamed, then cupped my hands over my mouth to prevent
alerting my parents who were still downstairs watching
TV. Groucho's tongue lapped at my pussy in rapid
succession as I spread my legs wider for him and leaned
back in pure heaven.
He licked frantically for several minutes before my body
was rocked with a crushing orgasm. I had experienced
orgasms before, but the self-initiated ones of my
innocence were minor compared to this.
Groucho did not know the meaning of stop, so I had to
pry his face away from my soaked pussy. I was surprised
to find my vaginal lips swollen red and open, like a
rosebud begging to be plucked. Groucho relinquished his
attack on my pussy and sat back on his tail, panting and
staring at my cunt in obvious lust.
It was then that I gasped. Between his legs was a red,
poker stiff cock of at least nine, maybe ten inches in
length. It wasn't real thick, but its imposing size held
me spellbound for several minutes.
Again my curiousity got the best of me. Being careful
not to make too much noise I slid off my vanity chair
and positioned myself beneath Groucho.
I had often wondered what it would be like to suck a
cock, but of course lacked the courage to place myself
in that type of position with one of my school friends.
Now I had the chance, and I owed Groucho the favor he
had bestowed on me.
Groucho hovered over me, his cock hanging down within
easy reach of my mouth. I sighed, closed my eyes, and
wrapped my lips around the red, pointy tip. Groucho
responded immediately with a whimper, then he flexed his
hips and drove a few inches of his meat into my mouth. I
nearly choked, but hung on, sucking him the way I
imagined a woman should.
Groucho's hips began to pump furiously as I gasped for
breath and struggled to keep control of the situation.
At one point he succeeded in driving his entire length
into my throat, gagging me and stretching my throat
open. Then suddenly Grouch's cock jerked in my mouth.
In my ignorance I had forgotten that he may cum. Now a
hot stream of doggy-jism shot down my throat, then
another, as I struggled to free myself from his staff.
Groucho pumped harder, jamming his cock into my mouth as
he continued to feed his load into me.
I gagged, choked, then swallowed, then swallowed again
as his pumpimg doggy-dick slowed, then stopped. Finally
I pulled my mouth away from his cock just in time to see
the head mushroom in size bigger than my closed fist. My
God, I thought, that thing would have killed me if I had
allowed it to expand in my mouth.
Several minutes passed as Groucho and I lay on the
carpeted floor regaining our breath. I couldn't believe
that I had just given a dog a blow job. The salty,
almost sweet cum he had deposited so forcefully down my
throat stuck to my insides like a thick bowl of oatmeal.
After a while I rolled over with the intent of going
into the bathroom to wash up, but Groucho knocked me
onto my hands and knees. He quickly mounted me from
behind like I was a bitch dog in heat. Maybe I smelled
like one, I don't know, but I panicked, stifled a
scream, then struggled to stand back up.
Groucho had me pinned down, but I did not believe
anything else would happen. Surely he could not find his
mark without my help, and there was no way that was
going to happen. I had no intention of taking this thing
any further. Groucho pumped his hips and I watched
almost amused as his huge cock swung around by my
thighs, searching for its target.
"Enough, Groucho!" I commanded in a whisper, not wanting
my parents to find me in this situation.
Groucho's weight on my shoulders was becoming
unbearable, so I relaxed my arms and rested my head on
the carpet. I figured in a few minutes he would tire of
this game and release me.
Then I got the shock of my life as his cock brushed
against my virgin cunt lips. It was just a lucky stab in
the dark, so to speak, but it had shown the impossible
could happen. That's when I began to get nervous and
struggled harder to gain my freedom.
I swatted my arm at Groucho to no avail. Then, in
animalistic determination to breed, Groucho wrapped his
huge jaws around the back of my neck. He didn't bite me,
but he let me know that I was to sit still. Again his
cock brushed my cunt lips.
I shifted my ass away from his assaulting weapon, then
shifted back the other way - straight onto his cock. The
pointy head lodged between my cunt lips. I grimaced,
preparing myself for the inevitable. I was on the floor
of my own bedroom, with my parents downstairs and I was
about to be raped by a dog with a cock the size of a
baseball bat.
I squirmed again in a final effort to break free.
Groucho gripped my neck tighter, then pumped his
monstrous piston into me. I buried my face into the
carpet and screamed as his entire length found a home
inside of me. In one thrust this beast had stolen my
cherry, splitting me wide open like a watermelon.
For several minutes he worked his cock in and out of my
by now well-worn cunt before I felt the familiar jerking
sensation again. As he dumped another load into me, I
felt his cock grow. I shrieked, thinking of the thick
head mushrooming inside of me.
Again I lurched forward, but it was too late, Groucho
had locked onto me. My cunt was swollen with his massive
cock as it jammed against my pelvic bone. For over
fifteen minutes he lay on top of me, his jaws locked
around my neck, and his cock locked deep inside of me.
The next day Mr. Platki returned - mercifully early -
and retrieved Groucho.
I often thought about that night as I finished High
School, not sharing my secrets nor my body with anyone
until now. Tomorrow is my wedding day and I wonder if my
future husband will notice that I am not a virgin. I
plan to scream and let him think he has popped my
cherry. I'm sure he would be devastated to know that a
ten inch cock has already had done that.
End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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