He must have felt it too because in that instant the dog lunged forward with his hips. His cock found my hymen, the thin membrane protecting the virgin channel leading to my womb, and tore through it easily. The pain was sharp and burning, but only for a second, I confess. I wanted it to hurt more than it did and I fully expected it would, but the truth is that it was rather like pricking my finger. A sharp “Ouch!” and then the much worse sensation of my pussy being stretched around a cock for the very first time.
“No! Oh No! No! No…” I cried over and over, repeating it like a mantra as the dog raped me with powerful, rapid strokes.
There was nothing gentle about the experience and it didn’t last very long. I’d always imagined that sex would take a long time, at least between a man and woman, and maybe it does. But a dog isn’t a man and he fucked me hard and fast for a minute, maybe even less than that, before I became aware of a growing discomfort. I was already in some pain. My pussy was being stretched around the dog’s cock, being pushed and forced to open in unfamiliar ways as the dog filled my innocent pussy.
I felt the tip of his penis driving into my guts like jackhammer, over and over, stabbing into the very bottom of my sex until I could take him completely. He’d made me deeper somehow, elongated my vagina with his prick, it seemed, and now there was something else coming. My whole body jerked with the dog’s violent motion, my breasts practically bouncing as they hung hot and heavy from my body. I braced myself with my arms straight and my elbows locked, pushing myself back just to keep the dog from driving me across the floor and into the wall a few feet in front of me.
But my pussy suddenly ached as something even bigger than the dog’s cock was thrust inside me and a second later yanked back out. It gave me a spasm of pleasure that I didn’t understand or want. I tried to fight it. The sensation of being raped by a dog. Of being fucked by a long, thick cock. My pussy could take him now, not easily perhaps, but willingly nonetheless. My orgasm had seen to that, the earlier betrayal of my body easing the animal’s efforts to plunder my clasping sex. My clit thrummed and then screamed as the dog’s knot was forced inside my pussy again. At the time I’d had no idea about such things, but that’s what it was. A bulb of muscle at the base of his prick, stretching my pussy as the dog shoved it inside my cunt and then pulled it out.
A half-dozen times he did that, maybe more, and finally it was too big. The knot was inside me and as the dog tried to pull it back out, I gasped and shuddered with a heady mixture of pain and pleasure. He was locked inside me. The knot was lodged just inside my pussy and it continued to grow. It became even larger as the dog whined in my ear. He tested it several times, driving into me with his hips and pulling back, but the bulb refused to come loose. Perhaps if I pushed myself forward at the same time … But no, I didn’t want to hurt myself, did I?
I didn’t know what I wanted because I was too busy cumming. My body had surrendered completely and the pain and discomfort of my first ever fuck had melted beneath an avalanche of pleasure. My body shook and I became too weak to hold us up. My arms collapsed and I fell onto the carpet with my ass high and my head down, whimpering and moaning, lost to the intensity of my second orgasm of the evening. My pussy spasmed with contractions and this time it was even better than before because I had something inside me. My cunt squeezed the dog’s prick, massaging it like a buttery fist, and I felt it. Whatever the dog might have felt, I was feeling wonderful. My pussy seemed to ripple with pleasure, the waves of ecstasy washing through my body.
He’d raped me and now that we were locked with his knot firmly planted inside my cunt, the dog pushed himself off my back and turned around. We were butt to butt and I barely knew it. I had one orgasm after another. They didn’t stop and I had no way of telling them apart. My pussy throbbed and I felt as if I had a bowling ball stuffed inside me, but there wasn’t any pain. It was all fireworks and cotton candy and my skin itched all over. My hair seemed to stand on end and my toes curled.
It was insane and so was I, driven mad by the knowledge that a dog had fucked me. An animal had taken the virginity I’d so carefully saved and now I had his cum inside me. I could feel it like a warm, indistinct stain spreading through my pussy, through my belly perhaps. The dog was cumming while he stood there and his knot kept all of our juices bottled up inside me. We were mixed now, his cum and mine, and I was too lost to feel disgusted by it. Too caught up in the raw joy of multiple orgasms to understand what had happened. My mind was no longer rational and there was only what I could feel. Nothing else mattered.
“Ohhh ow! Ow! Nyuuh!” I winced and gasped, and shut my eyes tightly as the dog pulled himself free some while later.
It felt uncomfortable as the bulb was still large, but not so big as it must have been a few minutes before. Still, the dog dragged me behind him for a few steps until the knot pulled free of my pussy with an audible, wet plop sound and a wash of thin juices that spilled down my thighs and onto the carpet. The smell of it immediately assaulted my nose. A rich, musky smell of dog and girl cum mixed together. I shook my head as if to clear it and my pussy ached at the sudden emptiness I felt. There was pain then, the burning of my muscles as they tried to remember their original shape and place inside my well-fucked vagina.
I ignored it as best I could and just collapsed onto the floor, closing my eyes and trying to understand what had happened to me.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later the timer on the stove went off and I’d completely forgotten all about the pot pies. All of that had happened in less than forty minutes? Not even thirty, really, because I’d been laying there for quite a while. I’d been licked to orgasm and then had my cherry popped by a dog in less time than it takes to cook a pot pie. There was something wrong with that and I giggled as if I’d gone crazy and who knows, maybe I had. I stood up weakly, feeling sore between my thighs, and made my way on rubbery legs into the kitchen to turn off the oven and get the pot pies out.
My pantyhose were torn, shredded as they barely covered my legs and hung like rags around my waist. I took them off, leaving dinner to cool on the stove and not feeling very hungry anyway. I threw my pantyhose away and looked at the dog. He sat on the floor looking at me, not the least bit shy or embarrassed or guilty about what he’d done. I frowned at him and dropped my eyes. He’d fucked me. Raped me. And his cum was still leaking from my pussy. I touched myself there gently, feeling my sex swollen and bruised. I thought he must have hurt me inside, torn something, and there was some blood, but only from my broken hymen, that’s all. The rest of me seemed realtively fine as far as I could tell, but I was afraid to push a finger inside my sex and make sure.
“I’m going to take a bath,” I said to him, and the dog stared at me. “Okay?”
Don’t ask me why I asked, but I did. It was silly and he couldn’t possibly understand what I was saying. I did it though and I walked slowly, knowing he was following me as I went to the bathroom. I started closing the door, but he growled softly and I nodded. He wanted me to leave the door open and I did. I ran water in the tub and looked at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. That’s what a girl looks like after she’s lost her virginity, I thought, looking into my clear blue eyes. That’s what a girl who’s been raped looks like. A girl who’s been fucked by a dog and had an orgasm on his cock. A lot of orgasms, I reminded myself, because I knew there’d been more than just a few.
I couldn’t look into my eyes very long and opened the medicine cabinet to find some Tylenol. I sat in the bathtub before it was full, letting the hot water run over my feet as I leaned back against the cool porcelain. The dog watched me, sitting nearby as I soaked, and every now and then I’d glance at him, but that was all. I washed myself slowly, my body first and finally my sex. I did it without looking, exploring my vagina beneath the soothing water and finding that I was soft inside and full of cum. The stuff flowed out of me in pale globs that didn’t float or sink, but only drifted lazily in the clear water.
When my bath ended, the water grown tepid, I stood up and stepped out, reaching for a towel. Before I could dry myself off, however, the dog pushed his face against my pussy and this time I just stood there and let him do it. I burned with humiliation, but I can’t say why. He was a dog, an animal, but he’d fucked me. He’d put his cock inside me and then his cum. He’d taken my virginity and I was still afraid of him. Not that he’d hurt me, but something else. He made me nervous and I didn’t want to anger him.
He took three or four licks and then sat back down, keeping his amber eyes on my face while I dried my body. When I started to tie the towel around my breasts so that it covered my body down to my thighs, he barked sharply. I slowly removed it again and his tail slapped the floor. He didn’t want me to cover my body at all and I walked out of the bathroom naked with the dog following me.
I thought perhaps he’d let me wear something else and I opened the closet near the door, the only closet I had, and found a folded t-shirt and a pair of panties. He looked at me, cocking his head, but as soon as I started to put a foot in the panties, he barked sharply once more. No panties. Same with the t-shirt. The dog wanted me naked and I nodded my head, putting my clothes back where I’d gotten them.
“Woof!” he barked, standing between me and the kitchen and I thought that meant he was hungry.
“I know,” I said. “I’ll get it.”
“Woof!” The dog moved to cut me off. He didn’t want me to go into the kitchen and I swallowed hard.
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