“Ahhh…” I shivered as his tongue found my sex, taking a long lick from the bottom of my virgin slit to the very top.
There was no pleasure in it for me. My pussy was dry with fear and my tummy knotted up with almost painful cramps. I forgot to breathe as he licked me again and despite my dread, I pushed myself away from him.
“Grrrrr … Arf!” he growled and barked, but a different sort than before. Like when he’d been frustrated by the bathroom door? This bark, too, had a different meaning and I froze, blinking into the animal’s unwavering stare.
“Okay,” I whispered, understanding that he’d just warned me not to move. One sort of bark, the lazy woof sound, meant he wanted my attention. The other kind meant he wanted me to open the door, or maybe just … come? And now this other kind demanded obedience. Submission? It wasn’t a request, it was a command, and I understood that plain as day.
After a long three or four seconds, I lowered my gaze. I was afraid to stare into those intelligent amber eyes and I swallowed hard, knowing instinctively that there was something submissive about it. The simple act of lowering my head, of not challenging his authority over me, is as old as nature itself and we’re all born with an understanding of it. I was giving myself to him, struggling to control the fight or flight instinct that filled me. I couldn’t fight him. I’d lose, it was as simple as that. I had no weapons, no skills at such a thing, and he’d hurt me if I tried. Likewise I had no chance of escape. I was slow and clumsy by comparison and he’d be on me in an instant.
I had to lay there and control my fear, and hope that he’d be reasonable with me. That he’d be gentle and explore my body or whatever it was he wanted to do, and then leave me alone once he’d satisfied his curiosity. What else could he possibly want with me? I was a human, a girl, and he was an animal. I had nothing he could want but food and shelter, and I was more than willing to give him those. The pot pies were cooking. I’d invited him into my apartment. If only I could explain that to him, I thought. If only he could tell me why he wanted to inspect my naked body.
“Uh-hmmm…” I whimpered and closed my eyes as the dog went back to licking my sex.
He seemed to enjoy that for some reason. That’s the only explanation my confused mind could conjure. Pure enjoyment. The animal liked to lick me, but I had no idea why. My pussy was dry. Whatever flavor my skin might have had from sweating must have been quickly removed by his long, rough tongue. But still he licked me, dragging his tongue up my slit over and over. I could feel him getting deeper, slowly and gradually splitting my labia and the tip of his tongue would curl at the top, flicking over my hidden clitoris.
What was he doing? I tried to ignore the sensations, the feel of his tongue moving across my skin like wet sandpaper. The experience was new for me, completely new as I’d never allowed anyone to touch me there. I’d never even touched myself down there for any reason except to wash myself. I’d felt pleasure before, or something like it, but not by design. Never intentionally. But this was different and despite my fear, maybe even because of it, I found myself growing warm inside.
“Mmmm…” I groaned softly as my pussy seemed to come alive, slowly but surely being awakened beneath the animal’s endless attentions.
He seemed tireless and patient and oblivious to my discomfort. The dog lapped at my sex with a measured pace born of a calculated and deliberate intent, it seemed to me. His tongue slipped between my labia easily as his saliva covered my tender flesh. My pussy lips were swollen and darker than their usual pink color. I stared at them, as if seeing my sex for the very first time, and my glistening lips seemed to cling to the dog’s tongue as he worked the tip against my hymen.
My tummy was still tight, but for a different reason altogether. My breasts ached the way they hadn’t since I’d started puberty. My nipples had grown stiff, I realized, and they seemed to burn with a cold fire. I shivered and spread my legs even wider without conscious effort. My clitoris had grown stiff as well and I could see it swollen and pink as the wrinkled hood gave way. Every touch of the dog’s tongue seemed a delicious torture and I felt an electric jolt as he’d flick across my clit, coaxing it to throbbing life.
I didn’t want this! I felt confused, almost dizzy with disbelief as my body betrayed me. I couldn’t possibly enjoy what the animal was doing. It wasn’t right. It was unnatural to be aroused by a dog, to shiver with unmistakable pleasure beneath his instinctual attentions. It had to be instinct and nothing more, I thought. He could taste me now. The dog could smell my arousal, the tang of it had become strong enough even for my poor human senses to detect. He tasted something new, something interesting, and he was licking me for no other reason than he was a dog.
But what was my excuse? I moaned and found my breasts with my hands. I had no choice. I squeezed my tits and felt my swollen nipples against my palms. I hated myself for that, for feeling good and allowing some part of me to enjoy what was happening. This was a dog! He was licking my virgin sex, making me hot and tight and almost desperate in ways I’d never imagined possible. It was disgusting to be aroused by a dirty animal. What kind of woman would allow such a thing? Why wasn’t I fighting him. Why wasn’t I trying to get away from the beast?
“Ohhhh God!” I gasped loudly, arching my back as my thighs closed once more. I couldn’t help it. Something was happening and I didn’t know what it could be.
My first orgasm ever, the very first of my life, exploded deep in my belly with a pleasure that seemed nearly unbearable. I had no way of expecting it. The signs that I’d been getting close meant nothing to my inexperienced body, or my confused and innocent mind. My orgasm simply happened as if I’d been struck by lightning out of a clear blue sky and I very nearly sobbed beneath the glorious weight of it. My ass came off the carpet as I clamped my thighs to the dog’s head. His muzzle and teeth and tongue were trapped beneath the flood of girl juice erupting from my sex.
The walls of my pussy seemed to spasm with sharp, rapid contractions. I’d never felt empty before, but it was there like a shadow deep in my belly. I wanted something inside me, something long and thick that my hungry sex could hold onto while I came. I pinched my nipples hard, heedless of the pain because it felt so wonderful. I needed to pinch and pull them, to fight the pleasure with something else, and it seemed as if I burned everywhere. My body grew flushed and damp with perspiration. I had no idea how long my orgasm lasted. A few seconds or minutes or hours, it was all the same to me. A brief eternity lost in the ecstasy of my first orgasm.
“Ohhhh no … Oh…” I blinked at the tears in my eyes and giggled stupidly.
I felt drunk and giddy as I relaxed my thighs, spreading my legs to let the dog go. He’d been growling softly, but that’s all, and perhaps he somehow understood that I’d been helpless to do anything but cum. He was looking at me as I lay on the floor, licking his chops and staring at my face. I looked back at him, but I couldn’t meet his eyes and I didn’t even try. As my orgasm fell slowly away, I felt something like guilt taking its place.
I’d just had an orgasm. I’d had sex with a dog and I’d cum. Not real sex, I told myself, but some kind of sex. It made me blush, it really did. Even though we were alone in my apartment, I felt a deep sense of humiliation and shame. A dog had licked my pussy and made me cum, and that seemed so completely wrong. Nobody could ever know! I decided on that immediately and it wasn’t a hard decision to make. I’d never speak of it, never even think of it. I had to forget it had ever happened and … I needed a bath.
The dog’s saliva was on my skin. His mouth had been on my sex and I felt suddenly dirty. The worst sort of dirty too, as if I’d never be clean again. This was bad and I felt like I was going to throw up. A wave of nausea filled me and I gagged on the bile in my throat. I coughed and rolled over, getting on my hands and knees and ready to retch on the caret if I had to. I needed the bathroom. I had to try and clean myself. I couldn’t believe I’d actually cum and all those good feelings were gone as if I’d only dreamt them. I felt disgusted with myself and I prayed that nobody would see my face and somehow know that I’d had sex with a dog.
“Uggh … Wha … No!” I gasped and groaned and protested loudly as the dog suddenly mounted me.
I’d gotten on my hands and knees, wondering if I wasn’t going to puke at the thought of what I’d just done with that dog, when he pushed himself up and wrapped his powerful forelegs around my waist. I felt something sharp jabbing at the back of my thighs, jabbing at my butt and finally my sex. I knew what it was, what it had to be, and I tried to get away. I groaned and started crawling, twisting my hips and shoulders as I tried to dislodge the animal. He felt impossibly heavy. My body sagged beneath his weight even as I squirmed and bucked my hips, but the animal only held me tighter.
“Get off!” I yelled. “Get off me! No! Noooo!”
But it was useless. The dog weighed more than I did, and when I was on my hands and knees like that, he really was bigger than me. His front legs were strong, too strong, and he held me in a tight hug. His claws burned into my soft skin and I felt the pain of them scratching me low on my belly. His chest lay across my back, warm and soft with his black fur, and his bony chin pressed into my shoulder as he dropped his head. I could smell his breath and feel it on my face as we were nearly cheek to cheek that way.
He growled softly and I sobbed, my eyes filling with tears as I knew what he intended. I struggled, I swear I did, but there was nothing I could do, no place to go. He was too big and too heavy; I strained with every muscle in my body just to hold myself up beneath his weight. I wanted to drop to the floor and just lay there, but then I’d have had no chance at all. At least on my hands and knees I might crawl away, but no, that was a complete lie. I screamed when I felt the animal’s penis splitting the fat lips of my cum soaked pussy.
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