PUPPY-LOVING VIRGINS
By John Kellerman


Foreword

The process of growing up, of passing through the age of adolescence has, through the
ages, been marked by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from
family and peer group alike. Certainly, in our society today, the problems of youth
appear to be more marked than ever before.
We hear constant reports of the pervasive use of drugs in our schools. Of shoplifting
and other petty – and not so petty – crimes. Of promiscuity and dangerous VD
epidemics.
Karen is a teenager, embarking on her own special journey into adolescence. She finds
herself plagued by her powerful emotions, sometimes feeling guilty about her
awakening sexuality, sometimes getting angry over imagined slights and youthful
misjudgments.
She is eager for the offered companionship of a friend – until she discovers the depth of
that friend's perversion. Then Karen is caught in a crossfire of emotion – condemning
herself, on the one hand; wondering how it would feel if she tried it, on the other.
PUPPY-LOVING VIRGINS – the story of one average young American girl's coming
of age. A lesson to us all. A reminder, once again, that growing up it not easy.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"But look, Karen, look!"
Karen had adjusted her chain and was climbing back on her bike. She didn't want to
look. Why was Sandy so worked up about a couple of horses anyhow? She felt her
cheeks flush and the palms of her hands were wet on her handle bars.
"Come on, Sandy, let's go."
"Oh, Karen, I've just got to watch this. It makes me feel all shivery inside." Sandy was
wiggling against her bicycle seat. The way she was doing it pressed her shorts up tightly
against her crotch.
Karen felt a little weak in the knees. Then she saw what the black stallion was doing
out in the pasture and tried to look away, but couldn't. She watched the mare dig her
front hooves in to brace herself as the other horse mounted. Karen had never seen
anything like it! The size of the stallion's cock scared her at first. He slammed forward,
his back humping up as the thick, dark shaft hit its mark and began to slide his cock
into the mare's body.
"Sandy, I'm going to ride on. You can catch up when you feel like it." Sandy didn't
answer. Her blondish hair was blown back by the breeze and Karen could see her friend
licking her lips as she watched the two animals struggle in the throes of bestial
fornication. The sound of the stallion's prick sliding in and out of the mare's body was
incredible. Karen kicked her pedal around, pushed off weakly and wobbled on down
the road.
It was a beautiful summer day and the cool wind from the lake made it even nicer. But
Karen wasn't thinking about all that now. The image of the horses, one penetrating the
other, was still with her. She moaned, more out of breath than she should have been.
And the narrow saddle against her cunt seemed to be doing something to her. She
stopped and dismounted to look back down the road. From where she was she could
still see the stallion slamming away at the mare. The high scream of a whinny came to
her. She could see Sandy still watching the wild frolic. But what was she doing with her
hands?
"Ohhh, Karen whimpered, "I wish this hadn't happened. From where she stood it
appeared that her new friend had actually slipped her hands down inside her shorts!
Right in broad daylight, too. Of course they were on a deserted country road. But it still
seemed shocking that Sandy would even dream of something so... so blatantly erotic.
She did talk about boys sometimes, but neither of them had discussed intimate details.
And Karen's mother had strictly forbidden her ever touching herself. Karen could see
why. At times, just the slightest brush against something made tingling thrills go
through her. She tried never to enjoy the thrills since they were connected to the
touching her mother had always warned against.
Karen strained to see what else her friend was doing. She'd only known Sandy for a
week, though it seemed longer. Maybe she'd assumed too much, assumed that Sandy
was much like her. Now she could see Sandy's bottom squirming around.
Unconsciously, Karen dug in her small backpack for the binoculars she carried for bird
watching. Even as she put them to her eyes and focused, she knew she was being
wicked. It was like spying... maybe worse. But now she could see her curvy friend very
clearly. She almost dropped the binoculars.
Sandy was writhing around something awful, her head thrown back, her long hair
draped over her shoulders. The stallion was grunting loudly as he speared the mare
violently, And through half-lidded eyes, Sandy was watching them. But by the way the
crotch of her shorts was stretched out, Karen knew that she was fingering herself. And
she was plunging her hips as she did this, rubbing her cunt against her fingers. Cunt –
it was such a strange word. Karen had heard it used before she'd met Sandy. But Sandy
seemed to use it almost all the time. So often, in fact, that now it had become a part of
Karen's vocabulary. She had a few other words she kept hidden in her mind but rarely
if ever used aloud. Cock was another one.
"What could she be thinking? Karen said under her breath. She pulled a lock of brown
hair into her mouth and sucked it nervously as she adjusted the binoculars again,
focusing on Sandy's face. The girl was licking her lips with the tip of her tongue. When
she ran it along her upper lip, Karen felt her nipples press against her bra cups. The
burn of excitement went down her belly and through her cunt. She was suddenly aware
of beingvery wet.
Quickly she returned the field glasses to her pack zipped it closed and shouldered it
again, then she pushed her bike on down the road. Her knees felt even weaker than
before, and she was feverish and somewhat out of breath. There was a hill ahead now
and she climbed on her bike and let it coast. She took the path at the bottom of the hill
as Sandy and she had planned and rolled through a wooded area. Hardly anyone used
the path and on a week day, they could generally count on having complete privacy.
Karen was thankful of that, because the oddest sensation had come over her. She was
breathing harder than ever, though she'd hardly pedaled. And her belly, where it
showed between her halter top and shorts, was splotchy. She would have thought it a
heat rash if she'd been hot, Well, she was hot. But the heat seemed to be concentrated
between her thighs.
Karen leaned her bike against a tree, put down her pack and walked the few dozen
yards to where a spring poured out of the side of the hill. She was trembling hard and
every stop seemed to rub her cunt in a strangely exciting way. Watching that damned
horse, had started it, then watching Sandy's reactions. She pulled at the leg of her
shorts to decrease the pressure.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh I feel so dizzy!"
She was far enough ahead of Sandy to know that her friend wouldn't be along for quite
a few minutes. And her poor little cunt was about to boil! Brushing aside the desire to
touch herself, Karen unzipped her shorts. The spot by the spring was completely
hidden by tress and bushes and anyone coming down the path could be easily heard.
Karen skinned them down, pulling her cotton panties down at the same time. The sight
of her snow white mound shocked her. Her cunt didn't look like it usually did. The
flesh looked puffy and very slick. She brushed a finger along the brown curls that edged
each plump half of her mound. It came away shiny.
"Ohhh, my God! What's happening to me? Am I sick or something? Is it a punishment
for having watched those horses?" she cried.
The sound of the spring drew her attention. She was panting by the time she knelt close
to the water. She cupped some in her hands and splashed it up into her fevered crevice.
The shock made her squeal, but almost immediately the swollen flesh began to shrink.
She cupped more water and pressed it suddenly against her cunt. Again the shock made
her cry out. But her heated condition diminished some.
She heard a bike rattle from up the path. Quickly, Karen jerked on her panties and
shorts and pulled herself together. Her cunt, still throbbed, but at least she wasn't quite
so weak in the knees.
"Hi," Sandy announced, skipping down between the bushes and leaping out onto a
large, flat rock where the spring water circled under. "Did you see those damned
horses?"
"Only for a second." Karen didn't want to think about them. She was bothered by the
fact that she didn't really know Sandy as well as she'd thought. But since they'd met
only a week before, she could blame no one but herself for leaping to conclusions. She
was glad that her mother didn't know Sandy liked to watch horses doing bad things, or
she might never let her play with the girl again.
"I've just got to get these off," Sandy panted, working her shorts down. Karen was
shocked but hid the fact by pretending to busy herself with a knotted shoelace. By now
Sandy's white bottom was exposed and Karen could see the small diamond of blondbrown 
pubic hair that didn't come close to hiding her cunt. With a sexy tilt of her hips,
Sandy eased herself down on the flat rock and made a pillow for herself with her own
clothing.
"You're not afraid someone might see you?"
"You know we could hear anyone coming," Sandy said back. She sighed and parted her
knees. Karen could see that her friend's pussy was as swollen as hers had been. Maybe
Sandy was going to splash water on herself too. Karen looked away.
"I like this place," she said, trying to make innocent conversation. It was obvious that
Sandy was interested in more interesting topics.
"Just watching that mare get it made me so hot I couldn't see straight." Sandy laughed,
running a hand down her belly. When her middle finger reached the beginning of her
slit, Karen realized she was staring again. She dropped her eyes and fooled around with
the lace she'd already succeeded in untying. "Animals are lucky," Sandy went on. "They
can do it anytime they want. And they don't have to go off someplace dark. They don't
have to own a bedroom or a car or sneak around. They just jump on and go to it!"
Sandy's middle finger was glossy to the first knuckle now. She was actually dipping it
between her plump lips. She was exciting herself.
As disturbed as this made Karen feel, she couldn't make herself stop watching. She'd
never dreamed of doing such a thing. Well, she had thought about it once or twice and
quickly put it out of her mind.
"What does that feel like?" she heard herself ask. Immediately she blushed and bit her
lip. It was Sandy's easygoing way that had caused her to relax her guard. She had no
business being so personal. And anyway, what did she care what it felt like?
"Haven't you ever..."
"No."
"Hmm. I thought everybody did it." Sandy had a dreamy look on her face. She hadn't
taken off her T-shirt but her rather large tits had flattened out some and Karen could
clearly see her friend's nipples. Knowing that they were unbridled under that thin
stretch of blue cotton made Karen feel warm all over. But she could never tell her
mother that she herself was tired of wearing a bra.
"Oh yeah," Sandy said, "you asked me how it felt."
"I didn't really mean... what I mean is..." "Hasn't a boy ever touched you there?" Sandy
asked, ignoring her confusion.
"No. I wouldn't let."
"I sure would. I love them to do that." Sandy licked her lips. "I'd love them to do even
more if it wasn't so dangerous." Her finger was making a slick sound now as she
pushed it deeper between her plump cunt lips. "Uhhhhhh, I needed this!"
Karen fidgeted, tried to think of something else... But her mind was full of naughty
things... She couldn't seem to make room for anything else. And the way Sandy was
opening her legs wider, the way she trembled when her finger slid deep into her slit.
Karen could hardly stand to watch. Nor could she look away.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh damn!"
Sandy's bare feet pointed and she fanned her toes. She was breathing heavily, her eyes
half lidded from the pleasure she was feeling. It had to be pleasure, Karen realized. And
it had to be something good enough to make her moan like that. She remembered how
her own cunt had felt when she'd touched it. Eve now it was tingling again, pressed
against the tightness of her shorts. A sudden desire to strip herself naked was followed
by a wave of embarrassment for having considered anything so lewd.
"... that stallion had the biggest cock I've ever seen," Sandy said. "He was really shoving
it deep too. That poor mare took it, though. She took every last inch. Or should I say
foot!" Sandy gave a sexy giggle. Her hips had begun to move in a slow, rolling way. As
she fingered herself daintily, she hunched up and down and stretched her knees as far
apart as, they would go. Karen hid her discomfort by pretending not to watch. Why did
her cunt throb so?
Neither of them heard the dog coming. He descended the path so fast that Karen only
saw a brown blur as he leaped to the flat rock where Sandy was resting on her back.
The blond girl tried to sit up when she saw him but the animal growled threateningly
and put one large paw directly on the blond fluff of her mound.
"What'll I do?" Karen whined, inching back against a nearby tree.
"Don't do anything," Sandy whispered. "He hasn't bitten me yet. But he sure looks like
he could."
"He's a Doberman. They're mean!" Karen looked around for a stick or rock or anything
to use as a weapon. But when she realized that the dog was watching her, she froze. He
sniffed Sandy's tan thigh then, his fangs no longer bared.
"Oh God, I'm scared," Sandy whispered. "What's he gonna do?" She'd pulled her hand
away from her cunt but the inner surfaces had swollen open from all her manipulating.
The dog's sharp nose dropped to within an inch of her slit. "If he licks me I think I'll
die of fright," she gasped. The dog licked. He made a whining sound deep in his throat
and licked again.
Karen's eyes went wide. She still wasn't certain whether Sandy was in any danger or
not. But the girl's expression had changed suddenly from fear to something else.
"Ohhhh," she sighed as the Doberman passed his tongue between her cunt lips and
dragged it slowly upwards. He repeated this movement again, then again. Sandy
exhaled loudly. Her hips moved ever so slightly. Karen could hardly believe that her
friend was enjoying something so awful. Yet her hips had dipped again, rocking slowly
from side to side as the big dog lapped more urgently at the dripping, tender flesh that
lay open to him.
Trembling, Sandy eased her hands down. The dog smelled and licked her fingers. Karen
realized that Sandy's juices were exciting the dog. He whined again and pressed hls
black muzzle against her cunt. It went In a little and Sandy bit her lip and her long
lashes fluttered.
"My God," Karen cried, "he's doing just terrible things to her!" But when her eyes
traced the dog's chest and belly, she felt her legs give a little. The animal's cock had
slipped out from its furry sheath, it was slender and red and very glossy looking. The
gloss was juice, She could see it dripping from the tip, And the shape of the tip made
her legs shiver again. It was like a barb, A swollen barb of red meat, The dog continued
to lick Sandy's open cunt as his cock lengthened. Sandy tossed her head.
"Ohhhh, ohhh God..."
Are you okay, Sandy?"
"I... I... think so! I never felt anything so hot and wet! Ohhhh Jesus, I'm tingling all
over. My soles are hot, even my palms... ohhhh!"
"What's wrong with hint? What does he want?"
"He wants to lick me," Sandy murmured, her hips plunging again. "And it's starting to
feel very nice!"
"How could it! A dog..." But Karen felt her friend's excitement as if she had been wired
directly to Sandy's cunt. Yes, it was erotic to watch this, just as watching. the horses had
been erotic. She damned herself for enjoying it. But her cunt was leaking juice into her
panties, soaking the crotch of her shorts, she longed to touch it. Instead she clenched
her fists in frustration and stared at the incredible dog that was hungrily lapping at
Sandy's spilled juices. And the animal's cock had grown larger. The tip bulged out until
it looked like a dark, ripe plum.
"Uhh, uhhh Karen... ohhh my God, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."
"Sandy! What's wrong?"
"Nothing except that if this bastard doesn't stop licking me I'm gonna have a "What are
you going to have?" "Nhhhuuuuuhhh!" Sandy grunted, her face going red.
"Yaaaahhhh!"
Karen was frantic. Her friend seemed to be having some sort of fit. She was twisting
and turning and her hips were working like she'd been attacked by ants. And all the
while the Doberman's mouth plunged against her cunt. His tongue was pink and wet
and Karen guessed it was hot, too. To think of being rubbed by it made her squirt a few
droplets of pee into her panties. She was panting, gripping the tree she leaned against.
"Woweeeee! Ohhhhh God!" Sandy's fingers had found the dog's head. They dug in his
fur as he continued to lick her swollen cunt. The scene was keenly erotic now, so erotic
that Karen didn't even know she was cupping her mound. She squeezed up hard
against it, pressing her panties up into her crevice as she rocked her slim hips. When
she saw Sandy begin to hunch herself up and down against the dog's muzzle, groaning
louder with each passing second.
"Ahh, Ahh, Ahhhhhh!" the girl panted, her face squinched up. It looked like powerful
throes were going through her in waves. She jerked suddenly, her tongue squeezed
between her teeth, her eyes vacant and glazed. "Whhhaaahhh!"
Karen knew what was happening. She'd heard of the strange phenomena that a person
experienced when sexually stimulated. She'd guessed that there was something wicked
about enjoying such stuff. But how could poor Sandy be blamed? It was the dog doing
it. And wouldn't he bite her if she tried to stop him?"He's killing me," Sandy whined,
her ass moving with a jerky up and down rhythm now. The Doberman growled and
pressed a paw against the inside of her thigh. He worked his nose deep into her cunt.
His pink tongue flicked wetly. Sandy was coming. Yes, that was the word. Karen
mouthed it again, feeling the shape of it on her tongue. Coming. It was a kind of fit. A
sex fit. She thought of her mother and blushed. Thank God her mother wouldn't know
about any of this. Thank God in heaven for that.
"Uhh, ahhhh, ohhh yesss!"
Sandy's fingers still lightly held the dog's head as he ate at her. His cock was very hard
and it bobbed heavily as he continued to feast on the girl's tender parts. But the animal
seemed to sense that Sandy's excitement had passed a peak. He turned, his tongue
hanging out. He was looking at Karen.
"No!" she breathed, pressing her bottom against the tree. The dog turned and jumped
the few feet from the rock to the bank. He seemed to have not the slightest bit of fear
when she picked up the rock. Then; when she raised it above her head and warned him
back, the strangest thing happened. The large Doberman wagged his tail and seemed to
smile.
Sandy pushed herself up on an elbow. Her eyes were still a little dazed looking but
she'd regained enough composure to speak.
"He won't hurt you. I think someone has trained him to do that."
"What?" Karen gave her friend a disbelieving look.
"How else could he have known what to do?" Sandy touched her swollen slit and
winced. "He worked me into a lather without hardly trying. Somebody had to show
him." Sandy smiled. "Look, I think he wants to do you too."
"He'd better not come another foot closer or I'll brain him." Karen raised the rock
again. But the Doberman turned and disappeared up the path as quickly as he'd
appeared.
"I wonder where he lives?" Sandy said, fumbling for her panties. Karen was surprised
that her friend wasn't more upset. After being assaulted, all she could think of was
where the Doberman had come from. "We didn't see him as we came down here, at
least I didn't. That must mean he came through the woods. I wonder if there's a big
estate back in there somewhere."
"Who cares?" Karen said, dropping the rock she'd been holding. "I'd just as soon not
think about it."


Chapter 2

But she did think about it. She thought about it for the rest of the day and woke up
thinking about it, her pajamas twisted up tightly between her thighs. Karen realized
she'd had a very upsetting dream about the previous day's activities. She'd dreamed
about the horses and the bicycle seat and the dog. She'd dreamed that she'd pedaled
around naked, her bare cunt erotically against the hard leather of the seat while the
horse with the, big cock had pursued her. Cut off by the Doberman, she'd fallen. Karen
had awakened just as the dog had tried to mount.
"What an awful dream!" She panted, relieved to find herself in her own bedroom. Her
cunt felt so odd, though. She pulled the sheetback and eased her pajama bottoms down.
They were a pair of silky ones an aunt had given her, and though her mother didn't
approve of the sensual material, she'd allowed Karen to use them. But now the sheer
nylon was damp where it had slipped up into her pussy. She peeled the pajamas away
from her mound, shivering as she saw the state of her overheated cunt.
Her cunt was as wet as it had been the day before. She was suddenly remembering
everything, the way that stallion had humped the mare. And the way her cunt had felt
before she'd drenched it with cold spring water. But most vivid of all was how the
strange dog had forced Sandy to submit to his hungry tongue.
"Did all that really happen?" Karen wondered aloud. She swung her legs out of bed and
stood up. She was shaky, but she didn't want to just lie there. She was afraid she might
want to touch her slit again. "I'd better dress. That's what I'd better do."
As she stripped, Karen saw her reflection in the big mirror of her dresser. Usually she
avoided getting glimpses of herself. She was a leggy, slender girl and she'd always
thought of herself as anything but attractive. Yet this time, she saw things she'd not
noticed before. Was it a new awareness, she wondered? Surely her breasts hadn't grown
that much in the past few weeks. But they seemed prettier somehow. They were white
little orbs about the size of tangerines. In comparison to her tan belly, they seemed
especially delicate, small blue veins showing under her translucent skin. She cupped
them gently, noticing the size of her nipples. They were wrinkled pink nubs with soft
orange areolas setting them off. She arched her back, not without a little pride. Her tits
lifted and the stretch of her flesh made a shudder of excitement run down her back.
"Enough of that," she gasped. But it wasn't enough. Not quite enough. Her fingers were
tracing her small waist now and she revolved slowly, examining her profile with newly
aroused interest. Her bottom curved out from the small of her back. She was lots
plumper back there than she'd thought. No, plump wasn't really the right word. She
caressed each white cheek. They were firm, smoothly muscled, perfectly shaped. She
had a very pretty bottom! She'd just never taken the time to take a good look before.
Karen smiled at her reflection. Her nose was on the long side, with a narrow,
aristocratic bridge and thin nostrils. Her mouth was wide and perfectly formed. She
pushed her brown hair back and studied herself a few more moments. It was strange
how she was feeling excitement from this careful examination of her own attributes.
"I really should get dressed," she said aloud. But Karen had paused to examine the
lower part of her body again. She was facing the mirror, gazing with interest at the
brown triangle of sparse curls that pointed downward to the spot she'd long been
curious about.
"Mother wouldn't mind if I took one quick look," she said to herself.
Sitting on her bed with a hand mirror, Karen cocked one long leg back so she could
hook her heel on the edge of the mattress. This stretched her lips apart, revealing a
glossy pink slit of dainty folds and curious bumps of flesh. Her cunt looked different
than it had at the spring that day. It wasn't nearly so swollen, not as dark in color.
Gingerly she pushed her forefinger down between the inner folds, brought it slowly
upwards. A tingle went through her. It was pleasurable. Very pleasurable. Karen took a
deep breath and did it again.
Now she remembered how that Doberman had licked Sandy. Had his tongue felt like
this? She rubbed herself again, aware that her finger was very slippery now. It glided
easily between the equally slippery lips of her cunt. It glided so easily, in fact, that she
began to caress herself steadily, amazed as the juice suddenly overflowed her swelling
slit and made a dark spot on the sheet.
"Oh God, I didn't know it would get this sloppy!' Now Karen was aware that she was
panting. She knew she had to stop. This must have been what her mother had always
warned her against. There was a point when turning back was very difficult. Had she
already gone past that point?
"No! I've got to get dressed." She went shakily to her closet, chose a short summer
dress and pulled it on. In her hurry, she'd forgotten a bra and the brush of the thin
cotton against her nipples made her belly go tight. She leaned against the closet door,
trying to pull herself together. Fumbling in a drawer, she grabbed the first pair of
panties she found. They were the ones her aunt had given her. Forbidden panties. Good
old Aunt Harriet. She knew girls liked silky things. Like the wonderful pajamas Karen
had just stripped off. But her mother didn't allow her to wear these skimpy, lace-edged
undies. They were purple and very low cut and, as she pulled them around her hips,
she felt the silken crotchband press up against her moist, soft pussy.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, fighting the urge to slide her fingers across the patch. She lost the
argument with herself. As she felt how tightly the nylon clung to her cunt, she shivered
again. The juices were soaked through now, making her fingertips shine with the
musky lubrication of her sex.
Again, she regained control, jerked the edge of her hem of her skirt down to cover the
forbidden panties and with determined steps, went out of her room and down the
stairs. Her mother had left a note that she'd gone shopping and would be back at ten.
Just knowing she was alone with no bra on under her dress and those sinful panties
clinging to her cunt made Karen weak in the knees.
"I've got to get out of the house."
She left without thinking where she was going. At the end of the block she remembered
that Aunt Harriet had been wanting her to drop over for a visit. She turned on Maple
and walked faster. It was hard not to think of the state of her cunt. It was so wet she
was afraid some of the juice might spill down her leg. But somehow she made it to her
aunt's door without an accident.
"Oh Karen, it's so nice to see you. Come on in dear, get yourself a soft drink. I won't
be but a minute. I'm hanging some clothes out to dry." Her aunt hurried away, her
housecoat floating out behind her. Karen remembered that Harriet didn't like to dress
unless she was actually going somewhere.
With a cold coke in her hand, Karen went to the living room and sat on the sofa. She
pressed the frosty bottle lightly against her crotch, hoping that this would drive the
fever from her loins. But when Harriet's collie bounced into the room, she quickly
moved the bottle.
"Hello, Prince." The dog came over to be petted, resting his long head on her knees.
But suddenly he stopped wagging his tail and looked up at her in a strange way. He
was sniffing hard, as if he'd picked up some exciting aroma. Karen knew immediately
that he was smelling her cunt!
"Now go away," she said, gently pushing the collie's head to the side. Prince wasn't
about to be sidetracked now, though. He burrowed under the hem of her short, blue
dress. The next thing she felt was his black nose pressing against the crotch of her
purple panties.
"Ohhhhh! she sighed, shuddering uncontrollably. The dog licked her, wetting the thin
nylon. He licked again, even as she shoved weakly at his head. He was stronger than
her efforts to stop him. He licked harder, whining now as he recognized the source of
the scent and responded instinctively.
Karen could have closed her thighs tightly and stood up and been rougher with Prince.
But the oddest thing had happened. Instead of really making an effort to put an end to
his explorations, she'd let her knees fall apart. It was as if the pleasure she felt was
overpowering her sense of propriety. As naughty as the situation was, she couldn't close
off the thrilling sensations that radiated outward from her cunt.
"Ohh, you bad doggy!" she gasped, turning to make sure her aunt wasn't returning.
She could see Harriet through the back window. Her aunt was still hanging clothes on
the line. And now Prince was trying to curl his tongue around the edge of her
crotchband. Weakly she pulled her skirt back to expose her nylon-covered mound. The
material was so wet that it clung to the shape of her pussy, clearly showing her crevice
and some of the inner folds that had puffed up from her excitement. When Prince
licked her again it felt almost as if she were wearing no panties at all.
Karen felt horrible shame at what she was letting happen. She was no better than
Sandy! She'd condemned her friend for allowing a dog to lick her and now she was
doing the same thing. But it felt so good! Was it wrong to feel pleasure? Yes, her
mother had implied as much. Karen tried to grab the dog's head, tried once more to
pushhim away. The surging pleasure once again overcame her desire to end it.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh my God! Ohhhhh, it's rubbing me so good!" She was thinking of the
dog's tongue almost as if it were a separate entity, the way it flashed out so pink and
hot and wet. The way it curved against the shape of her plump, nylon-sheathed pussy,
following the line of her crevice until she whimpered with passion.
Then Karen did something that made her feel even more ashamed. She knew it was
wrong, even more wrong than just letting Prince lick the surface of her panties. But she
couldn't stop. She hooked a finger in the elastic of one leg and gingerly stretched her
panty crotch to the side.
The collie gave a growl when he realized that her feverish, musky flesh was no longer
covered. He pressed forward, his sharp nose opening her cuntlips. He burrowed against
the juicy flesh, his tongue now directly contacting the hood where her clit was hidden.
The sudden increase in pleasure was so sudden, so breathtaking, that Karen let out a
high squeal and began to roll her hips.
"Ohhh, don't come back now, Aunt Harriet." She could hardly focus her eyes on
anything. She could hardly think straight. All she could do was hold her panty crotch to
the side and watch with amazed excitement as' the collie feasted on the dripping,
feverish flesh. Her cunt was very swollen now and the lightest rub of the dog's tongue
sent waves of pleasure pounding through every fiber of her body.
She thought of jerking her panties back across her cunt, pulling her dress down and
standing up. She thought of really scolding the big collie, maybe even hitting him. But
she did nothing. The friction was making her skin tickle. An excruciating itch seemed
to grow in surges along the glistening divide where her cunthair had been matted
down. The itch throbbed, grew more intense. She felt as if she were floating. She
squirmed her hips faster, sliding down in the sofa until her cunt hung over the edge of
the cushion. And all the while, the dog kept licking, rubbing, panting against her
swollen cunt.
"I'm gonna faint," she cried, looking once more to see where her aunt was. A neighbor
lady had come into the back yard and was chatting with Harriet.
"Thank God," Karen sighed. She looked again at the collie who was eating her cunt.
Another burst of pleasure shot up through her and she felt the maddening itch grow
into a white-hot ball that seemed to center around her clit.
"Ohhhh no," she whined. Because Karen knew what was going to happen. She was
going to come. Like Sandy had. And coming wasn't something that nice girls allowed to
happen. But she couldn't have stopped it now if someone had held out a million dollars
as a reward.
"Whhhuuuhhh," she moaned, her ass plunging up and down on the edge of the sofa.
She rubbed her open crevice against the dog's mouth. She had let go of her panty
crotch, but the elastic had caught in the hollow between her thigh and one swollen lip
of her cunt. So it was still naked to the animal's hungry licking. Pleasure went through
her like lightning strokes. She arched her back and dug her fingers into the cushion as
the collie licked her into erotic spasms of ecstasy. She'd never experienced anything so
intense in her whole life. She thought she might die from the joy that pounded through
her loins. It was far more overwhelming than anything she'd had fantasies about. Her
calf muscles went hard. Her belly heaved. Her nipples seemed to be on fire with a
lovely sensation, a kind of shivery thrill that pulsed steadily as she writhed against the
collie's eager licking.
"Ahhh, Ahhhhh!" she panted, whipping her brown hair back and forth against the sofa.
Her narrow back was arched sharply so that just her shoulders and the cheeks of her
ass touched the cushion. Her heels pressed against the carpet and her knees were
opened as wide as they'd go. The collie put his paws on the insides, of her thighs as if
to keep her that way. The reddened tissues of her cunt pooched out like a strange, hot
flower. She was coming, coming, coming!
The back screen slammed, causing Karen to jerk upright and snatch her dress down.
She shoved the collie away roughly with a kick and hurried toward the bathroom. It
took all her will just to walk. She was breathing rapidly and her cheeks felt flushed.
With the door closed, she splashed cold water on her face and regained some
composure. Her thighs and cunt were drenched with her juices and the dog's spit. She
washed herself gingerly with a cold washrag, trying to calm her emotions, trying to tell
herself that the episode with Prince hadn't been her fault.
Aunt Harriet was waiting for her when she returned to the front room. They chatted
about this and that and Harriet insisted on getting another coke for Karen. She was
relieved that Prince had been put out. She wouldn't've known what to do if he'd started
coming on again. When at last it was time to go, Karen let herself out and hurried
down the walk. Prince saw her and dashed over, tail wagging happily. She could see her
aunt watching from the door so she dug her fingers in the fur of the dog's neck and
gave him a petting. But then she saw the pink tip of his cock pushing out of its sheath.
"Bad dog," she hissed, careful to keep a smile on her face so Harriet wouldn't suspect
she was scolding the pet. "Very bad dog!" Karen hurried down the walk before the
collie could embarrass her further.

* * *

"I found out where that Doberman came from," Sandy said. She was resting on Karen's
bed, her sandals off and one knee bent as she examined some miniscule blemish on her
smooth, tanned skin. "I was with my folks the other day and I had them drive over in
that direction. Of course I didn't tell them why." She giggled and examined the other
knee. Sandy's conversation had Karen thinking about her aunt's collie again. Not that
she'd had much room in her mind for anything else.
"... there's a big house hidden back in the trees. You have to go up a long driveway to
get there. Really a fancy place! I saw the dog from a distance but I'm sure it's the same
one. Of course we couldn't go right up to the house."
"You don't want to see that dog again anyhow, do you?"
"It's funny," Sandy sighed, stretching so that her big tits appeared even larger, "but I
kind of do.
I know it sounds simply awful to say that. But what he did to me was..." Sandy
trembled, let out a long breath. "If it happened again, I'm not sure I would make him
stop."
"Sandy, that's... that's..."
"Perverse." Sandy had whispered the word in a way that made it sound even more
taboo. And her blue eyes twinkled with mischief. "I think they call it bestiality. I read
something once. In an old novel. They didn't go into details but it had something to do
with sex between an animal and a person."
"Who in the world would want something like that to happen to them?" Karen snapped
back. Her cheeks flushed with the lie. She'd wanted that collie to go on licking her. And
the fact that she didn't want it now, still didn't excuse her from letting it happen that
first time.
"You didn't feel his tongue," Sandy said, her eyes glistening with excitement. "If he had
licked you..."
"It must be horrible." Again Karen felt the lie burn in her cheeks. It hadn't felt horrible
at all. It had been the most thrilling thing that, had ever occurred in her young life. But
she couldn't tell Sandy that her aunt's dog had done naughty things to her.
"You wouldn't mind riding up there to that big house, would you?"
Karen was shocked by her friend's suggestion. "Where that Doberman is? I don't think
so Sandy, and I don't think you should go either."
Sandy got up and paced the room. "I know I shouldn't. But I've got the weirdest desire
to see that Doberman again. He was beautiful."
"You mean you want him to..."
"Yes," Sandy blurted. "I would let him if he tried. Ohhh God, Karen, you can't believe
how nice that was. I mean, I've fingered myself before and had a climax. Once a boy
even did it and that was pretty good. But when that dog licked me, I thought I'd pass
out. It was wonderful!" Sandy was breathing heavily now and her fingers caressed a
nipple that was showing through her tight T-shirt.
By now Karen was used to her friend's unexpected confessions. But she still couldn't
deal with Sandy's unnatural lust for a dog. She felt as if she had become involved in
something so mysterious, so wicked, that she was at a loss as to what to do. "I probably
won't even stop," Sandy said. "I just want to go by again."
"I don't know," Karen said. She'd taken a cold shower upon awakening that morning,
but even the frigid water hadn't washed away her memory of the day before. Though
she wouldn't admit it, shehad felt a desire to go visit her aunt again too. She was barely
conscious of this desire. It was easier to deal with her friend than with her own
confused emotions.
"Please go with me," Sandy begged. "I promise we won't go close to the house, okay?"
"You promise?"
"Sure. It's a nice day for a ride anyhow. We might even go swimming at the pool at
that end of town."
Karen sighed, pulled her robe tighter around her nakedness. That was another thing
that bothered her. She'd slept in the nude after her run-in with Prince. If her mother
suspected such unsavory behavior, she would have been punished. But going to bed
without any pajamas had been thrilling. And she was proud that she'd resisted touching
herself in any way. Towards dawn though, she'd awakened suddenly, her loins
throbbing, her breathing ragged. In that fuzzy state between sleep and waking, she'd
experienced sharp thrills of an approaching climax. Then she'd recalled the dream that
had started it. A dream about her aunt's collie. As she'd panted, still more asleep than
awake, Karen had squeezed her thighs tightly together and pumped her mound against
the bed. She'd climaxed quickly, the pleasure leaking away before she could become
conscious enough to really enjoy it.
"So you're coming with me?"
"I guess so. But I don't want to stop anywhere except at the swimming pool.
"It's a deal," Sandy said, jumping up with glee. "Hurry and get dressed now. Oh hurry,
Karen, hurry."


Chapter 3

Karen told herself that the only reason they were riding over to the other side of town
was to go swimming. Johnson's pool was a popular hangout for kids her age and her
mother gave permission for her to go over to Sandy's house afterward to spend the
night.
"Too bad your mother doesn't let you wear a bikini," Sandy said, as they started out.
"You'd really look good in one."
"She thinks they show too much." Karen had a one-piece swimming suit under her
shorts and T-shirt. Though she did sometimes wish she could see what it was like to
wear something as skimpy as Sandy's swim gear, she knew it was out of the question.
"Want to wear one of mine?" Sandy asked. "Really? You'd let me?"
"Come on, we'll stop off at my house on the way."
It was getting towards noon by the time they biked up the narrow road by the spring
again. Karen was enjoying the freedom her borrowed bikini gave her. She hadn't even
bothered to put her shorts back on, but had stuffed them into her small daypack
instead. The breeze blew her brown hair back from her neck, cooling her. Occasionally
a car slowed and she was aware of male eyes on her swiveling hips as she pedaled on
down the edge of the blacktop. It was a new excitement, drawing all this attention.
Though a little nervous, Karen had to admit she was enjoying the looks.
"That last guy almost ran in the ditch." Sandy laughed, pulling up along side of Karen.
"He did?"
"Yeah, he looked 'at you until the last possible moment."
"It's not too far to the pool from here, is it?"
"You don't mind if I turn down here for a mile or so, do you?" Sandy had already gone
in that direction and all Karen could do was follow. She knew why Sandy wanted to
skirt the big house in the woods. She wanted to catch sight of that awful dog again.
Karen considered waiting for her at the crossroads, but it was hot and the breeze kept
her cool as long as she was moving.
The house loomed through the trees. It was bigger than Karen had imagined and as
they came near the gate, she felt nervous about the whole thing. But Sandy jumped
down and leaned her bike against the gate and climbed up for a look.
"Sandy, don't you think we'd better go?"
"Look, it's unlocked," Sandy pushed the wrought-iron handle and the gate swung open.
"Come on, we're just being neighborly."
They pushed their bikes up the gravel drive and leaned them by the massive front door.
It opened before Sandy could knock and both of them were surprised to see a girl about
their age. She had stringy red hair and was definitely on the plump side. But they
hadn't seen her during the school year. The girl introduced herself as Bridget and
invited them in.
"It's nice of you both to stop over. I don't get to see many kids my own age."
They discovered that Bridget was tutored there on her uncle's estate. Except for a few
servants, they lived alone and she wasn't encouraged to go off by herself.
"I suppose Uncle Jim is afraid somebody'll kidnap me."
"You mean you never have any company?" Karen asked.
"Hardly any. I just spend most of my time playing with Hunter."
"Hunter?"
"He's my dog." Bridget's cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of pink. Sandy gave
Karen a look. Karen wished they'd gone directly to Johnson's pool. She felt
uncomfortable in this huge house with its oriental carpets and chipped statuary. It was
more like a museum than a house. There wasn't even a copy of Reader's Digest lying
around. And when Sandy asked if Bridget watched a certain show, the girl said her
father didn't allow her to have a television.
They followed to another room of the palatial mansion. There was a billiard table and a
liquor cabinet and more fine furniture. Bridget began dropping ice into glasses before
even asking the girls what they wanted.
"Scotch anyone?"
"Sure," Sandy said, pretending she drank it every day. But when she put the glass to her
lips, she coughed and Karen couldn't help but giggle.
"I never drink anything alcoholic," she admitted to Bridget. The plump girl reached for
another bottle and began to mix a green liquid with sparkling water.
"I didn't make it too strong," the girl said, handing Karen the glass. It was good. Karen
smacked her lips and drank more. Sandy was still trying to get down the Scotch she'd
asked for. It was fun to be a little wicked. Karen knew she would never get a chance to
experiment with booze at home so she decided to take advantage of the situation.
Surely a few sips weren't going to turn her into a drunkard. Though that was what she
always heard from her mother. Bridget saw that she'd finished and quickly made her
another. Now Karen felt slightly giddy. It was pleasant, and she didn't refuse the second
minty drink.
"Want to go upstairs and see my room?"
"Sure," Sandy quickly said. They followed their new friend up the wide, carpeted steps
and down a hall. She said something about her uncle being away for a few days. Her
bedroom was sumptuous and Bridget put on a record for them. But all the while Karen
could see that Sandy was looking for that damned dog. When Bridget went into the
bathroom, Sandy leaned close to whisper.
"I'll bet she was the one who taught her dog the kind of stuff he did on me."
Karen made a face. "You don't even know if that Doberman is her dog."
"It's a pretty good guess, though. I wonder where she keeps him?" At that moment,
there was a jingling noise in the hall. Karen turned just in time to see the slick, black
Doberman pad into the room. He stopped as if surprised. Then instead of growling, he
began to wag his tail. He was looking directly at Sandy.
"He remembers me!" She glanced at Karen. "And it is the same dog. I told you..."
Bridget had just come out of the bathroom. The Doberman went over to her and she
ruffled his neck fur. She was wearing a dress that reached to her knees and the dog
pushed his nose under it. Bridget looked embarrassed as she scolded him and pushed
him away.
"I'm having my period. He always acts weird when I'm bleeding."
"Dogs are like that," Sandy quickly agreed. She drank more Scotch. It wasn't making
her cough anymore and Karen thought that her friend was starting to get a bit wobbly.
Someone tapped at the door and Bridget went to talk to the distinguished-looking man.
He seemed to defer to Bridget and Karen guessed he must be the butler.
"My uncle is on the phone. He's calling from San Francisco so I'd better go down and
talk to him. Make yourselves at home. Uncle just loves to get me on the phone and talk
forever."
As soon as they were alone again, Sandy knelt and called the big dog over. "Good boy,
you do remember me, don't you?"
Despite the fact that she was feeling the alcohol she'd had, Karen felt nervous. She
knew Sandy was a little drunk and the way she was touching the Doberman was
shocking. She was even caressing his balls!
"Sandy, I don't think you'd better..."
"Oh shush, he likes it! and he likes me too." She continued to stroke the animal's belly.
Then Karen saw her blond friend squeeze the dog's furry sheath. Instantly his pink tip
pushed out. Karen looked away, putting her glass to her lips for a little courage. What
had gotten into Sandy anyhow? She was acting like she wanted that dog to lick her
again. Karen's eyes went wide as she watched Sandy sit on the rug with her legs spread.
Then she stretched the crotch of her bikini out of the way and cooed to the Doberman
to come closer. It didn't take the beast any time at all to know what she wanted of him.
"Sandy, what if somebody comes back?"
"You heard her say she'd be talking a long time." The dog was sniffing her mound now,
and his cock had slipped out another few inches from its protective sheath. "I just can't
help it, Karen. I'm just dying for him to lick me some more."
It was impossible for Karen not to remember what had happened to her while visiting
her aunt. Yes, she could only agree with Sandy that a dog's tongue felt fantastic. But
she couldn't condone her friend's behavior. To encourage the Doberman to feast on her
dripping cunt was tantamount to the worst sort of wickedness.
The dog was beginning to touch Sandy's cunt now. His tongue opened her outer lips
and a musky scent radiated in the room. Karen could see the pink velvet folds
glistening as the animal wet them gingerly. He seemed to have a technique all right. It
made Karen feel a thrill to think of the overweight Bridget coaxing and training the
beast to excite her. But she couldn't let herself think of such things. She had to sober
Sandy up and get her out of this crazy house.
"Sandy? Sandy, are you listening to me?"
"Huh? Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh God that's nice!"
Sandy had fallen back on her elbows and opened her knees wide. She had loosened one
tie of her bikini bottom so that the skimpy thing lay open. Her blond-fringed cunt
looked very hot and very wet. The dog was getting excited now. He made a strange
noise as he pressed his nose against the soft flesh. His tongue flicked faster across
Sandy's cunt.
"Ohh, ohhhh God, he's really good, Karen! It's driving me crazy!"
Karen went over to lean against the door. She couldn't stand the idea of Bridget
walking in and seeing this spectacle. At least there'd be a little warning when the girl
came back. But more disturbing than the possibility of discovery was the fact that
Karen was becoming aroused. Her cunt throbbed against the narrow band of her
borrowed bikini. She felt juicy and swollen down there and it bothered her that
somebody would be able to notice her condition.
"His cock looks so weird," she told Sandy. "It's getting longer too! You'd better be
careful. You don't know what he might do."
"But I know what I'd like him to do." Sandy rolled over and got onto her hands and
knees. She glanced back at the big dog, who was now licking her ass cheeks. Karen
went all shivery. She knew what Sandy was inviting the beast to do. Was it possible that
a dog could mate with a human girl in the same manner he did with female dogs?
"Don't tempt him, Sandy. He could bite your or something." Karen could hardly speak
now, she was so upset and excited. But her friend stayed on all fours, wiggling her ass
slowly from side to side. Her glistening crevice still interested the big dog.
He licked it deeply, making Sandy groan and tremble.
Karen looked at the sharp tip of the dog's cock. It was pulsing and though she was
repelled, she couldn't take her eyes away. There was something fascinating about it,
something beautiful.
"No, I don't want to watch this."
The Doberman put a paw on Sandy's ass then. Karen pressed her back against the door
as if she wanted to pass right through it. But Sandy didn't appear frightened. She kept
cooing to, the dog, urging him to mount her. And then he did. His front legs went
around the girl's waist and he hugged her tightly as he brought his haunches forward.
His back humped up. The slickened tip of his cock brushed upward across Sandy's firm
young cunt. The wet sound made Karen chew her bottom lip. She thought of running
forward and pushing the animal away from her friend. But Sandy didn't want that. She
was squirming her ass even faster. She was begging the dog to stick his hot prick into
her body!
"No, Sandy, don't let this go on. Sandy!"
"Huuuhhhhnnnn," the blond groaned, her eyes going wide as the dog's lurching
movements grew more frantic. Then Karen realized she couldn't see the head of his
cock anymore. It had disappeared into the tight circle of muscles that was half-hidden
behind the plush inner folds of her friend's cunt.
Sandy's ass cheeks quivered from the stabbing blows of the dog's prick. He yipped
excitedly as he tried to bury his cock deeper. Karen wondered how Sandy could take
such incredible thrusts. But her friend's face displayed a weak smile now as the
Doberman squeezed her waist with his front legs and hunched more frantically. Sandy
gave Karen a somewhat glassy look.
"It must be hot for him, don't you think?" She licked her, lips. "I mean with my hole
squeezing around him and everything."
"Yes," Karen said, her voice flat, "it must be awful hot for him. Ohh, Sandy..."
"Uhhhh, uhhhhh yess! Uhhhhh God damn!"
The big dog was really putting it to her now. Sandy whipped her ass from side to side,
bracing herself and the weight of the dog with her arms. The lusty look on her face
embarrassed Karen. So did the way the dog hunched every time he penetrated her a
little deeper.
It was all so unbelievable that her head spun. She was actually watching her friend
fucking a dog! The dog's eyes were wide with excitement. Karen wondered how it felt
for him, how it felt to have his red, slick cock squeezed inside Sandy's cunt. It must be
very smooth and hot in there for him. The thought made Karen whimper, made her
rub a hand down across her mound.
"Huuuuhhh," Sandy babbled, giving Karen a weak smile. "You can't believe how it
feels! Ohhhh my God, he's so stiff! Ohhh, ohhhhh shit! Ohhhhhh damn, it's going into
me so far!"
Sandy's body writhed like a snake. The tilting of her hips had to make it tighter for the
dog. Karen bit her lip and rubbed her mound harder. She could feel the juices wetting
her panties. She was almost as slick as Sandy now, and for an instant she tried to
imagine how it would feel for the dog to be spearing her cunt. But the thought was so
taboo that she .shuddered and felt guilty. The thoughts returned. She'd already let a dog
lick her. Sandy was just taking the game another step forward. It was too big a step,
though. Karen wished she'd never agreed to come with her friend today. She was
frightened by her own excitement. She was scared to watch that slender, red prick push
so easily into Sandy's convulsing cunt.
"I'm getting all itchy," Sandy groaned. The breasty girl let her head hang down between
her arms. Her blond hair nearly hid her face but Karen could see that she was drooling.
And the big Doberman never stopped for a second. He worried Sandy's back with his
sharp teeth, never quite biting her, but growling all the same. And his front legs were
nearly touching under the girl's belly. He held her firmly, slamming his powerful ass
forward, ramming his spear of glistening flesh to the hilt.
"Gonna come," Sandy murmured. She was panting wildly. Her ass dipped from side to
side as the juices spilled. Her thighs and buttocks were shiny now and the sound of the
cock making room inside her was very sexy. Karen felt as if she might faint if she had
to watch any longer. Her cunt throbbed. It was very swollen, pressing out plumply
against the damp satin crotch band of her panties.
"My God in heaven!" Sandy cried, convulsing suddenly. She was wiggling so furiously
that Karen wondered if something was wrong. Was the beast hurting her? Had he gone
too deep? But Sandy's gasps were not sounds of pain. She was coming! Karen
recognized the lusty moans, the shuddering sound of the girl emptying her lungs and
frantically pulling in more air.
The Doberman yipped. Karen saw his white fangs dig into the tan flesh of Sandy's
back. He hunched very rapidly now. His cock was just a flash of red as he fucked in the
final moments of his frenzy.
"Yaaaahhhh!" Sandy whimpered, her arms giving into the wallowing weight of the big
animal. She dropped so that her head was pressed against the carpet. Her ass was
pushed high, her cunt stretched open. The Doberman speared her deep, held himself
against her as his haunches spasmed. Karen felt another hot jolt of lust. The dog's
swollen tip was very deep now and he was keeping it there as he quivered. Then Sandy
squealed again and Karen could see her buttocks ripple as she tightened them. She was
coming. And her cunt was squeezing down around the dog's prick. The animal barked
and his head flopped as if he'd lost control. His hindquarters seemed almost to vibrate.
He stayed deep. Karen knew that his creamy stuff was boiling out now, filling her
friend's cunt!
"Nhhaahh," Sandy whimpered, switching her hips from one side to the other. Karen
saw a gleaming streak of white course down the back of the blonde's thigh. Another
heavy glob followed it. But Sandy never stopped moving for a second. And the dog
seemed to flounder. His inward thrusts were out of rhythm and jerky, He made a high,
thrilling sound and though Karen knew nothing of a dog's pleasure, she was certain
that the animal was enjoying himself. She was enjoying herself too, though she couldn't
admit it. She could only rock her hips as she dug a finger upward against the moistness
that leaked through her bikini bottom. Sandy's bikini was tangled around one knee and,
as Karen watched, the creamy spill from her cunt reached the skimpy thing and
puddled there in the crotch.
"You'd better stop now," Karen begged. "I'm afraid Bridget might come back."
"He's stuck there!" Sandy whined. "I can't get loose."
Sure enough, the dog was trying to withdraw from Karen's hot pussy but couldn't.
Karen stepped forward as if to help. She was afraid to touch the wild-eyed dog now,
though. What if he bit her? What if he went crazy and tried to fuck her too?
"Help me, can't you?"
"What shall I do?"
"Can't you see if you can pull him back?" Sandy looked miserable. "His cock's all
swollen up inside me like a doorknob. I can feel how big it is!" A last shiver of pleasure
ran through her and she fought to get her breath.
"I'll try," Karen said, grabbing the dog's haunches gingerly so as not to anger him. But
the Doberman made no threatening moves. He waited as Karen pulled back. Surely his
cock would slide out of Sandy's cunt now? And it did! It gave a slippery little pop as it
came free and Karen's eyes went even wider. She'd seen the thing before it had been
shoved into Sandy's hole. But the tip had become huge while inside! It looked like some
strange barb from another planet, something that would gouge incredibly against the
delicate and sensitive insides of a young girl. Though frightened half out of her wits,
Karen found herself reaching forward. Before she could bring her thoughts under
control, her thumb and finger squeezed the bulging glans of the Doberman. He yipped
and began to lick Karen's fingers. The hot brush of his tongue frightened her even
more and she let him go.
"I'd better clean up," Sandy said, coming around again. She cupped a hand to her cunt
as the dog's cum dripped out. Karen helped her into the bathroom and returned to
wipe up any suspicious spots from the carpet. Hunter sat in the corner licking his
incredible prick. Karen could hardly take her eyes from it. She couldn't forget that it
had been deep inside Sandy's young body. And thinking of that could only lead her to
wonder other, forbidden things. Then she heard Bridget coming back. Did the plump
redhead suspect anything? Did it even matter that she did?


Chapter 4

"What do you mean, Mother?" Karen asked.
"I don't see anything complicated about it. I just said that Aunt Harriet's taking a
weekend vacation and she wants to leave Prince with us."
"Wouldn't he be better off in a kennel?"
"Oh that would be silly since she's only going to be gone for a short time. And we've
had Prince before. You've always liked him."
Karen couldn't argue without making her mother suspicious. But all she could think of
was the terrible things her aunt's dog had done to her with his tongue. And she wasn't
sure that it wouldn't happen again.
After visiting Bridget the day before, she hadn't been able to think about anything but
dogs. And Sandy seemed to go around in a daze. She wasn't interested in talking about
boys any longer. All she could talk about was the way Hunter's stiff cock had felt going
into her cunt. She'd repeated the details so often that Karen was starting to feel as if the
dog had fucked her instead of her friend. Her imagination was sure filling in the details.
And now her aunt wanted to park Prince for a couple of days. She trembled at the
thought.
Before she could think of how to deal with this uncomfortable situation, Harriet
arrived. Prince seemed to study Karen as if he realized that he was going to be with her
for awhile. Karen pretended a mild disinterest. But her pulse was speeding. Just to look
at the dog's sharply pointed muzzle made her slit juicy. No, she couldn't let herself be
weak this time. She had to get out of there, had to find some distraction.
"He's used to sleeping at the foot of my bed," Harriet said, smiling at Karen. "But don't
let him be a pest. He'll behave if you'll just be firm."
These remarks made Karen blush. She felt certain that they were aimed at her
adventures with the big dog, though of course her aunt couldn't have known anything,
really.
After supper, Karen's mother said she had to visit a sick friend. Karen was nervous
about being left with Aunt Harriet's collie but it was silly to make a fuss. She'd just
make sure that the dog wasn't around her. She'd go up to her room and take a bath
and go to bed. That's exactly what she'd do.
The warm water tempted Karen to explore herself. Somehow she managed to keep
hands off. She knew how it was with sex, how a little bit always made you want more.
And just being naked was thrilling enough. Especially since she'd observed the antics of
her blond friend, Sandy. She thought of Bridget, too, and couldn't help but make up
little plays in her head between the plump redhead and her sleek, black Doberman.
Surely the girl had participated in sex games with her pet: The dog had been a little too
precocious, a little too knowledgeable about the female body. Karen was drying herself
briskly, now, trying not to imagine Bridget bent over for the dog's pleasure. But the
fantasies kept coming until she was trembling, her mound swollen with lust.
Karen put on a fresh pair of panties, snugged the elastic around her hips and fished
pajamas out of the closet. But it was a warm night and she decidedto just use the tops
of them instead. She tried to read in bed but the print kept fading, the sentences
making no sense. Karen knew what the trouble was. Dogs. Especially the one that was
in the house with her. And, as if she'd summoned him by those very thoughts, Prince
began to scratch against her closed door, whimpering pitifully.
"Bad dog! You go back downstairs now, do you hear?"
If the animal did indeed hear, he made no sign that he had any idea of obeying. He
only scratched louder and whined more miserably than before. Karen knew that if her
mother returned and heard the howling, she'd want to know why the collie couldn't
come in. Karen had shared her bed with him many times as a child during visits from
her aunt, or while spending the night there.
"Damn," she hissed, swinging her long legs out of bed and going to the door. "You'll
have to be a good dog," she snapped, letting Prince inside.
The collie seemed ecstatic. He wagged his tail so hard he nearly fell over. And his
tongue flicked across her bare knees. She pushed him away roughly, making certain
that he understood that he was to behave. Prince would have none of that though. He
put his front paws up on her tummy and looked adorable. Softening some, Karen
petted him, digging her fingers into the thick fur of his neck. Just these innocent
touches made her blood hot. She had seen too much in the past few days for her to
treat the collie as just another pet. It was as it she'd had an adventure with Prince that
neither of them could easily forget. And sure enough, the collie wasted no time in
sniffing around her crotch. Karen's musky scent was obvious, even to her. The dog
whined hungrily as his glistening nose brushed gently across her nylon-sheathed
mound.
"Ohhhhh!" Karen gasped, kicking him away. She got in bed, pulled the sheet up
around her neck and turned off the lights. Prince circled the bed a few times, then
leaped up onto the foot of it. She felt him settle down and tried to calm her pounding
heart. Maybe he would forget what he'd smelled. Maybe he'd leave her alone.
But Karen felt the dog's teeth next as he gingerly mouthed her toes through the sheet.
The sensations made her tremble. She wanted very badly to open her legs.
"No," she said instead.
Prince rose and walked up the bed, his heavy paws pressing down against her thighs,
then her belly. She turned onto her back with a cry, suddenly afraid of the dark shadow
looming over her. He was drooling, looking at her with his glowing eyes. Karen
reminded herself that this was just a big, fun-loving collie. He wasn't an aggressive dog
at all, nothing like a Doberman. But when Prince grabbed the sheet in his mouth and
ripped it out of her hands, she sat up.
The moonlight streamed in her window, illuminating the dog's erection. It was every
bit as big as Hunter's cock had been. It was red and glossy and it pulsed as it slid out of
Prince's sheath.
"You... you get down." She sighed, wishing she'd put more force behind her words. The
collie had pulled the sheets back enough to expose her thighs now. He licked her
suddenly, his tongue searching for the moist spot that was giving off such wonderful
fragrances. Karen covered her mound with both hands. The collie licked her knuckles,
making her tremble with a fever she couldn't quite describe.
But she wasn't going to let this weakness inside her lead her astray. She pushed
violently at the dog's head, pulling a foot back to kick him. To her surprise, Prince
closed his jaws down on her ankle, biting hard enough to make her whimper.
"Oh my God!" she babbled, twisting, trying to pull herself free without breaking the
skin. The collie held tight. She was on her belly now, writhing frantically. She slipped
half off the bed then, her knees hitting the floor with a bump as she managed to get her
ankle free of the dog's mouth. But he leaped to the floor behind her before she could
get up. She felt his teeth close against her flesh again, this time on the back of her calf.
There was something menacing in his growl. Karen froze, willing to wait him out. She
certainly didn't want to be bitten.
"Prince, you'd better let me go if you don't want a beating." Karen realized that her
voice was not very commanding. The dog sensed this too. He just tightened his grasp
on her calf and tossed his – head a little to let her know he could bite harder if he
wanted. The slight, cutting pain sent shivers of excitement up Karen's thighs. Why
would being bitten by a dog excite her? She hated what was happening to her cunt, but
loved the tingles of pleasure that continued to throb. Her clit was pulsing like a time
bomb. And her panties clung tightly against her soaked pussy.
Relinquishing his grip on her leg only long enough to get a new hold higher up, Prince
growled again. Karen was frightened out of her wits. This life-long friend, this mild
mannered collie was actually threatening her! He seemed to know exactly what he
wanted to do. And Karen began to wonder if he wasn't smart enough to bring it off.
"But he couldn't know anything like that," she whispered to herself. "He couldn't know
that it's possible to fuck me!" Using that taboo word sent another thrill through her
belly. She tried carefully to turn, being careful not to disturb the aroused collie. Prince
sensed her desire to escape though, and gave another growl, his teeth digging into her
tan flesh. He had her by the upper thigh now. When he slowly released her, she could
feel him trembling. Karen didn't dare move a muscle.
"Oh my God," she panted, feeling the dog hook his teeth over the elastic of her panties.
He'd nudged up her short top and was beginning to strip the clinging nylon down off
her pert, firm swells. Now Karen felt another thrill mingle with her fear. The thrill of
being undressed by someone other than herself. This was totally new to her, an
unexpected sensation. The dog's wet mouth smeared glossy spit down her buttocks as
he yanked to bare her fevered parts.
"No, Prince, please don't."
But the dog was wetting each rounded cheek now, his whining more insistent. Karen
knew without looking that his cock was harder than ever.
Being bent forward over the edge of the mattress didn't help her be calmer. She was in
roughly the same position as Sandy had been when she'd coaxed the big Doberman to
push his cock into her body. And the collie seemed to sense instinctively that the
position was the right one for his purposes.
He growled when Karen tightened her asscheeks against his licking. He grabbed her
panties again and with a downward fling of his head, tore them half off her. She felt the
tattered nylon tickling as it hung down one thigh. Prince licked the roundness of each
buttock, then pressed his hot nose into the cleavage of her cheeks.
"Ohhhh!" she whined, half turning as if to stop him. One look made her stop. His
glinting eyes were different than before. He wasn't just her Aunt Harriet's innocent pet
anymore. He was something bigger, something stronger.
The dog's tongue licked deeper between her cheeks. Just keeping her thighs pressed
together wasn't stopping him. He could smell her stronger than ever and as his tongue
passed over her swollen slit, she knew he was tasting her as well.
"Uhhh," she moaned, unable to ignore the hot friction. She'd felt it before and
remembered without much trouble just how titillating a dog's licking could be. She bit
her bottom lip hard, trying to drive the pleasure away with some pain. But by now the
collie was rooting even deeper into the plush flesh of her cunt. She arched her back
downward suddenly, unable to fight the pleasure that was leaking in under the edges of
her consciousness.
"Ahh, ahhhh!"
The collie stripped off what was left of her ruined panties. Her pussy was exposed now
and she couldn't make a move to cover herself for fear of being bitten. When she
looked back, she saw for an instant the red gleam of Prince's cock. It was knobbed at
the tip just like the Doberman's had been. And it looked every bit as big!
"I'll just die if he tries to stick that thing in me." Karen could almost feel her virginity
glowing like some treasured jewel. She hadn't really been conscious of her cherry except
as something her mother considered precious. And so, she had come to think of it as
precious too. But it had never dawned on her that it might some day be in danger.
She'd thought that a girl lost it when she was good and ready, that her husband took
care of such details. Now it was different.
Prince placed his front paws on her back, licking his way toward the nape of her neck.
Karen was afraid to move much. Whenever she tried to roll away, he growled
menacingly.
"No, don't bite me!" The dog's sharp teeth were just edging her neck as he turned his
head sideways. Then, finding a good spot, Prince tightened his jaws. His tongue wet the
nape of her neck in an exciting way that Karen couldn't help but respond to. Though
her neck was being locked inside the beast's mouth, her fear was drowned by
something much more titillating – the dog was holding her still while he moved his
haunches forward! Suddenly she felt the hot, slick knob of his cock against one ass
cheek. She gave a shuddering whimper and began to pant. The dog knew exactly what
he wanted. And unless some miracle occurred, he was going to get it.
"Uhhh, uhhhh God! Ohhhhhh don't, Prince! Please don't!"
The dog was nudging her plump ass with his cock! She'd never felt anything so scary
and sexy at the same time. She began to wiggle, to twist her body out of the way. The
dog only tightened his hold on her neck and squeezed her sides with his front paws.
"Ohhh no," Karen babbled. Now his tip had slipped along the outer surface of her
pussy, rubbing the juices out from behind the dainty folds. She writhed again, knowing
that sooner or later the animal was going to find that vulnerable place between her
thighs. It wasn't very large but Karen knew that the dog's rigid cock would penetrate it.
Just like the Doberman had penetrated poor Sandy.
The collie bit down harder on her slender neck. Karen stopped her writhing, afraid the
animal would make her feel more pain. His cocktip was drenched with her juices now
and as it slid along her cunt, it passed over her cherry and nudged her clit. Tingling
thrills went through her.
"Ahhhhh!"
The dog moved again, feeling all the little bumps and folds in her cunt. Karen could tell
exactly where he was touching her. Every small friction sent pleasure through her. Her
nipples had swollen out against the silky softness of her pajama top. Her belly rubbed
the bed when the dog moved atop her. And she could feel his warm, hairless belly
against her butt.
"Ohhh, this is awful!" But awful as it was, Karen was trembling with passion. The dog
had started fires in her that had been only embers before. She couldn't shut all that opt!
She was panting, squirming her hips not to escape, but because rubbing back against
that stiff, glistening rod of dogmeat felt good!
Prince moved his knob across her clit as if searching for the soft place that would yield
to his thrusts. He tried moving his haunches forward but her flesh resisted. Then his
knob pumped into the hollow where her ring of muscles guarded the membrane of her
maidenhood.
"Nooo! Ohhhh no!"
The dog seemed to know that he'd found the magic place. He gripped her thin neck a
little tighter, making sure his prey wouldn't escape. His hind feet scratched on the rug
as he steadied himself for the blow. Despite the fangs that dug in to the soft flesh of her
neck, Karen whimpered and moved her ass around frantically. But Prince could feel the
shallow, slick socket. He could feel her heat and the way her cherry gave when he
pushed against it. The pressure didn't hurt, but Karen was sobbing now, knowing that
all the beast had to do was thrust and she would never be a virgin again in her whole
life. She wasn't sure exactly what this meant, because she was still dealing with her
mother's abstract ideas about virginity. She only knew that it was something pure and
innocent and good. It was hard to remember these things with that animal's feverish
cocktip stretching her! Stretching her in such a strange, mindblowing way.
Then Prince bit down yet a little harder and drove his haunches forward, his back
humping up at the same time. Karen's mouth flew open but she didn't scream. Instead
a gurgling sound issued from her throat and her eyes were wide with fear. She felt pain.
A keen, thin pain, more like a sting. But the dog's cock didn't suddenly spear into her
body. Her cherry hadn't broken, only torn. The dog whimpered and licked her neck
and got a better grip with his long fangs. His hot slobber leaked down her chest, down
her breasts and nipples. She had risen a little on her hands but the dog forced her back
down on the mattress as he readied himself for another attempt.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh, I'm itching all over!" It wasn't really an itch. It was a tickling wave of
pleasure that never seemed to end. It made her skin shimmer, made her breath short
and rapid.
The collie steadied himself, swaying his hind-quarters from side to side as he made sure
his tumid knob was wedged into the small hollow of her cunt. Then he thrust again.
Karen's mouth flew open wider than before and this time a strained cry came out. She
was shaking, whining for mercy. Because this time the dog's cock had pushed into her a
little bit. She could feel the circle of muscles being plowed apart. She could feel his heat,
his smoothness. Prince thrust again, and again. His movements had suddenly become
almost convulsive. He fucked at her pussy with quick little lunges. The juices from her
cunt spilled down her thighs. Karen screamed gain, because it wasn't just juice. It was
blood! Her own blood.
"OOhhhh God, he's fucking me! I can feel it going in!"
The dog was wild with lust now. He had felt how tight and hot and velvety her virgin
cunt was. He could feel the sexy caress of her hole opening out before him. He gave a
yip and thrust again. Karen's cunt closed down around him so tightly that he
whimpered with surprise. But, that didn't stop him. His teeth were sharp against her
shoulder now as he searched for a new place to grab her.
By now Karen felt totally lost. She was under the beast's power. Her aunt's collie could
do anything he wanted to her. His slender, stiff cock was wedged halfway into her
cunthole. He was shoving it deeper too, every time he moved. Karen was still scared.
But something else had made her start to sigh. The friction of Prince's cock going into
her had already made her forget the pain of being broken open like that. The friction
was good! So good. She'd never been touched inside. And the slippery red spear that
was doing the touching seemed especially shaped for the job. It fit the sexy curves of
her insides as if it had been made for them! Overwhelmed by this revelation, Karen
began to move her ass around slowly, testing the pleasure to see just how much of it
she could take.
"Mmmmuuhhh, nhhhuuuuhhh," she groaned, forgetting what little pain she still felt.
Inside her, the dog's cock was throbbing, growing and shrinking with a rhythm that
made her weak with lust.
Prince wasn't biting her any longer. His teeth had been replaced by the soft heat of his
tongue. He licked her longingly, his haunches nudging, jumping, plunging against her
ass cheeks.
Thrill after thrill jolted her. She could hardly breathe, hardly think. Prince's cock was
going so deep! So very deep into her velvety softness. And then Karen was overcome by
the strangest desire. She wanted to touch that thing, touch that stiff, hot spike that was
gouging so much pleasure from her body. Slowly, she inched her hand back between
her belly and the mattress. The collie lurched again, yipping with excitement as his
cocktip absorbed her juice and heat. Karen's fingers were only a few inches away from
his prick now. Then his balls swung forward against her knuckles and she gave a sigh
as she cupped them.


Chapter 5

With the dog's balls in her palm, Karen could hardly control herself. She found
suddenly that she could control the animal's thrusts now. She could pull him forward,
pull him deep into her dripping pussy and hold him there. She began to choke on her
gasps. Her cunt squeezed around the dog's long, slender shaft. She let her fingers slip
from the beast's balls and he began to pump harder again, pulling his prick almost all
the way out of her before stabbing it deep again. She let his shaft slip past her thumb
and fingers. A glossy slickness collected there and she whimpered with passion at how
slippery sex was. That was what made it so good, of course. It all made perfect sense
now. And for the moment she forgot that there was anything unnatural about fucking a
dog. Or letting him fuck her.
"Ohhh Prince! Ohhhh you're so hot and hard!"
Her eyes fluttered as the pleasure surged through her. Exquisite tingles inflamed her
cuntflesh. Her outer lips were plump with the passion she felt and her inner folds had
blossomed out and darkened. The rub and stab of Prince's cock was making the sexiest
sounds! She remembered how it had been to watch Sandy take the Doberman's prick.
Now she was doing the same thing. No wonder her blond friend had behaved so
strangely. It was just too good to be self-conscious. Sex was something that seemed to
overwhelm all the normal emotions. All she could think of was letting the collie force
another inch of cock into her virgin hole.
"Oh, you wicked dog!" She panted, smiling slightly as her fingers tightened on his
shaft. She felt him fuck her, felt his balls nudge forward against her hand. She let him
press hard against the fleshy heat of her cunt, knowing that now he was getting all of it
in. All of it!"
"Ghhaaah, she groaned, working her hips furiously. Quivering thrills made her feel
dizzy. The dog's knob was swelling rhythmically again, making her stretch deep, deep
inside. He went at her in a hungry way, his teeth and tongue continuing to brush
across her shoulders. The collie's tantalizing thrusts enticed her to move too. The
pleasure was building with each passing second. Shivery waves of it made her hunch
her back wildly. The dog sensed how frenzied her emotions had become. His whimpers
seemed almost to communicate that he felt exactly the same way.
For the first time, Karen turned her head to the other side. Reflected in the dresser
mirror she saw the long, lean collie going at her as she bent forward over the mattress.
The image shocked her, aroused her even more! His movements, his humping back and
trembling haunches seemed like some erotic memory from the past. Almost as if she
were a dog too, doing what came naturally. She cooed with passion as she watched her
own movements. She made her ass work in tight circles while the dog's Ted shaft pulled
back, then disappeared again with a slurpy sound of penetration. For an instant she'd
seen his knob. It was huge! But the bulging thing was so slickened with juice that it
glided effortlessly into her fevered cunt.
"Yuuhhh, yaaaahhhh!!" she babbled, the dainty nub of her clit spasming. She was going
to come.
She was going to come with a dog's cock inside her body! The ravishing penetrations
grew more intense now. The dog was as excited as she was. He bit down on her neck as
if afraid she might try to escape at the climax of their tangled fury.
"Ohhh, Prince! Ohhhh, I'm gonna come for sure!"
A muscle jerking spasm went through the furry beast. He whined, His tongue lolled
across Karen's neck and shoulders. She could feel how big his tip had become. The first
wave of lovely delirium went through her, choking off her scream of passion. She
reached back again to catch the heavy swing of the dog's balls. He yipped with surprise
when he tried to pull his cock back to stab her again. But making him hold himself
deep like that felt so good! Karen's cunt squeezed down as she entered the paradise of
blistering pleasure. It was so intense that she could hardly stand it. She was swathing
the dog's rigid cock with her juicy insides. She was squeezing and massaging him. She
was coming!
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Karen's fingers slipped from the collie's balls and he began to ram her again. Each
powerful blow against her uplifted ass cheeks was like going to heaven on a fast freight.
How many times could she take it? How much ecstasy was her mind capable of
absorbing? The sensuality of it all overwhelmed her emotions. She rubbed her small
breasts against the mattress as Prince skewered her to the hilt, his thick cream bursting
without warning into the heat of her pussy.
"Yiiiii!" she screamed, the keen pleasure so sharp it hurt. In a frenzy to keep it going,
Karen snaked her slender body, clawed at the sheets, pumped her ass up and down. She
rutted shamelessly. All her timidity was gone now, her demure, virginal attitudes
shattered. All she could think of was the swirling paradise all around her. Her flesh
seemed to sparkle with it. Her frothy cunt pulsed and exploded and pulsed and
exploded again. Each sharp thrill went through her like a knife, like the slender stab of
the dog's prick.
"Ohhh, Ohhhh God, yessss!"
The dog stopped moving. He was whining as if in pain. Karen realized that she was still
experiencing the pleasure of ecstasy. Her cunt was still tightening around the collie's
cock. But it seemed to be hurting him. Still, Karen could not stop her hips from
dancing. She had to keep scratching the wonderful itch, even if the best part was over.
"Uhh, ahhhhh, ohhhh woweee!"
The dog managed to jerk his cock free. He slipped sideways, unable to support himself.
As he rolled onto his back, Karen saw the full extension of his cock. A streak of white
hung from it and more cum was matting the long hair around his sheath. Clapping a
hand to her cunt, Karen slipped down to sit on the rug, her back against the bed. She
was dizzy and confused about what had happened. Her mind still tumbled in the carnal
world of pure pleasure. But slowly she began to recover her senses. She looked around
her, blinking as if she'd never seen her room before.
"Oh my God,' she moaned to herself. She was beginning to see what had happened.
She'd lost her virginity to a dog! A tear welled and trickled down her cheek. She could
feel the hot curds of cum dripping from her cunt, filling her cupped palm. She looked
down at the glistening, milky stuff and started to cry in earnest.
"He fucked me," she moaned, chest heaving now. "Harriet's dog fucked me!"
For the next day or so, Karen was frantic. She knew that something perverse and awful
had happened to her. Not only had she lost her prized virginity, she'd lost it to a dog.
She began to wonder if she had lost her mind. She began to think about consulting
someone, about spilling the whole story. What she needed was a confession. But the
more she considered this, the more certain she became that she could never tell a single
soul. Not even her best friend Sandy. The fact was, she didn't really want to be around
Sandy anymore. Sandy wasn't bothered by what she'd done. Karen was. Karen had to
cleanse herself of her wickedness. She had to be alone for awhile to sort everything out.
But everything was in such a tangle that sorting out only made her more miserable.
And then, suddenly, as if the answer had been obvious all the time, she knew what she
had to do.
"I'll go out with a boy. I just have to. To prove that there's nothing wrong with me!"
It all seemed so simple. She could forget the terrible collie then, and the things that
Sandy had done with the Doberman. Yet sometimes her imagination worked overtime
and she found herself wondering just how Prince had learned his little tricks. Had Aunt
Harriet been teaching him? It was unthinkable, but certainly possible. And the more
she dwelled on such things, the more disturbed Karen grew.
On Friday, she refused a phone call from Sandy and found herself dialing the number
of the only boy she knew well enough to talk to. His name was Toby Boswell and
though he was a month younger than she was, the fact that they were both teenagers
seemed to make it alright. Toby was a lanky, somewhat awkward boy who lived on the
edge of town. He'd helped Karen's mother put in a garden one year and Karen had
talked with him quite a few times. But only now did she think of him as a means to
help her escape, her wickedness. Toby wasn't thought of as the sexiest guy in town. But
he was a male. And Karen knew that if the setting was right, she should be attracted to
him. She prayed that this would be the case.
Toby accepted her offer to drop over. She made sure that her mother would be gone
when he arrived. Friday was card playing night for her only parent so if she got rid of
Toby before too late, no one would know a thing. But other than the invitation, Karen
wasn't exactly sure how to entertain a boy her own age. She knew she would be very
nervous and guessed that Toby would be too. Then she recalled that the redhead named
Bridget had given her liquor, that the stuff had made her feel humorous and relax.
Dimly, Karen remembered that her mother kept cooking sherry in a top cabinet of the
kitchen. Sure enough, she found an unopened bottle there, hidden behind dusty pots
and pans. Her mother used the stuff so rarely that it was doubtful that she'd miss it.
Karen hid the bottle behind a bookshelf in the living room.
That evening after supper her mother got ready to leave for her card party, telling
Karen that she wouldn't be back until after ten. Karen tried to act nonchalant. She
slouched around in dirty jeans and a torn T-shirt. She didn't want her mother to
suspect in the slightest that she might be having a friend over. And she couldn't risk
telling the truth. As far as she knew, her mom still forbade dating.
As soon as she was alone, Karen rushed upstairs and jerked out the dress she'd chosen
for the evening. It was a frilly, white frock, something given to her by a distant cousin.
She unfolded a paper sack and extracted a pair of panties she'd found on sale earlier
that week. They were so skimpy that they hardly felt like they were on her when she
slipped them up her long thighs and snugged the red satin crotchband against her
warm mound. The dress was just a tad tight and she was about to pull it off again when
she saw her reflection.
"Maybe it's just the thing," she said, noticing the way her small tits were pushed
together in front. For the first time in her life, she had cleavage. And her small waist
was displayed in a sensuous way by the cling of the white material. The hem of the
skirt hung just above her knees. The dress wasn't really in perfect style, but it did cling
to her young curves in a sexy way. Wasn't that what she wanted? For a boy to be
attracted to her?
"Yes! I'll wear it."
Brushing her long brown hair down over her shoulders, she descended the stairs. She
found two glasses in the dining room cabinet that would suit the sherry and dug the
bottle out of its hiding place. She didn't have to wait long.
"Hi Toby!"
Toby was staring at her bare feet, swallowing nervously. "Hi."
Karen had left her shoes and socks off on purpose. She had pretty feet and she wanted
to see if it made any difference to a male whether they were naked or not. She quickly
discovered that it made quite a difference indeed. She smiled and took his hands. She
hoped he didn't feel her trembling.
"It's nice to see you, Toby."
"Nice to s-s-see you too." He was still looking at her feet, her thin ankles, her long, tan
legs. She let her skirt swish up a little, letting her arm trail behind her. She wondered if
Toby was looking at the curve of her b tom under the thin material. When she whirled
suddenly, she knew that he'd had a good long look.
"Want some wine?"
"Sure." The boy grinned. He took the offered glass and watched Karen pour. She'd
pulled her hair back from her ears in a way she thought sophisticated. Not that Toby
was with it enough to know anything about hair styles. But he seemed as interested in
her small, fine ears as in her feet.
"I've thought about you," he said at last, quickly putting the glass to his lips.
"In what way?" Karen said, hardly believing she'd dared to ask such a question.
"What do you mean?"
Karen wasn't sure what she meant. But she had to say something.
"You know, when do you think of me?"
Toby blushed at this and quickly drank more wine. Thinking that she'd messed up,
Karen drained her glass too. Toby watched as she poured more for both of them. She
knew that boys probably played with themselves and thought of naked women. That
had to be what Toby had meant. This thought excited her. She could imagine the lanky
boy sitting naked on his bed with his cock in his hand. Thinking of her. Would he
think of her naked? Even though he hadn't ever seen her that way?
They sat on the sofa while a television movie flickered before their eyes. The wine had
helped Karen, helped her more than she'd expected. She felt a little giddy and her
nerves had settled down. She felt playful too. But she wasn't terribly excited in a sexual
way by Toby's nearness. She decided to slide a little closer. Toby seemed a bit frightened
when her thigh brushed his. But with a little sly cuddling on her part, she got him to
put his arm around her shoulders.
Karen felt a little thrill, but nothing like she expected. She began to feel a bit panicky.
What if it turned out that human males didn't really excite her at all? She bit her lip
and finished her second glass of sherry.
"You're so warm," she cooed, resting her head on his shoulder. "And strong."
Toby seemed more ill at ease than before. But Karen saw that his jeans were all lumped
up at the crotch. She casually put a hand on his thigh as she talked about something
that didn't interest her in the least. Accidentally, or so she pretended, she let her fingers
trail across the lump. Toby seemed to lose the ability to breathe for a moment. Taking
advantage of this sudden spasm of passion, Karen tilted her face up to his, letting her
eyelids flutter closed.
The kiss was interesting and even a bit exciting. But the bells didn't ring, her heart
didn't flutter. Karen moved her hips and noticed that the crotch of her panties was
nicely damp, though. At least she was sexually aroused. She had to keep trying. She had
to forget that her young cunt had been penetrated by the hot, wicked cock of an
animal!
"Hold me a little tighter," she breathed, letting her damp lips brush across Toby's cheek.
He seemed to be enjoying this sudden intimacy. He squeezed her a little too hard and
his free hand fumbled across her bare knee. She didn't stop him when he eased his
fingers under her skirt: In fact, she moved her thighs in such a way that it made it
easier for him. But the boy stopped short of what she longed for him to touch.
"It's all right darling," she said, letting her lips tickle his neck. "I'd like for you to touch
me." "You w-w-would?"
Karen nodded and opened her knees a bit. Toby inched his way up the smooth expanse
of her inner thigh. He was shaking like a leaf by the time his forefinger touched the lace
edge of her panties. She realized that he'd never in his life been that far with a girl. But
she ignored his awkward technique. She tried to pretend he was much older, that he
was seducing her. Closing her eyes, Karen saw a dog instead. Not the collie, but the
big, black Doberman. She saw him leaping, pushing her back onto a bed. She felt her
cunt being opened by his huge cock!
"Noooo," she whimpered. Toby snatched his hand away from her panty crotch.
"Something wrong?"
"No, I didn't mean to do that. I was just thinking about something." Frantically, Karen
grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled his hand under her skirt again. He looked at her in
an odd way. She kissed his dry lips, letting him feel the tip of her tongue briefly. She
didn't know much more about kissing than he did. But she had to try. She had to
convince herself that she wasn't just horny for dogs.
Toby stroked her mound gently for awhile, but it was obvious that he didn't quite know
how to get any further. Wriggling around into a different position, Karen managed to
open one leg hole so that there was a tiny gap for his finger. Toby was still too shy to
do more than trace the enticing opening between lace and warm flesh.
At last Karen thrust her hips suddenly, pushing against his hand so that a finger
touched her cunt directly. Now he knew how wet she was! Surely, he'd grab her and do
something nice and wild!
"God, Karen..." he gasped, and they kissed. Karen panted faster than she needed to. But
she wanted him to think he had her in the palm of his hand. He darn near did! His
finger had divided her plump lips now and by wriggling, she'd managed to work her
clit against the boy's touch. But he was so awkward. He didn't seem to know where a
girl was the most sensitive.
In despair, Karen grabbed the long, cock-shaped lump in the boy's jeans. She squeezed
him through two layers of clothing, letting her imagination run rampant. Now Toby
kissed her with his mouth open and she gave him her tongue freely. She panted and
moaned, hoping that this sudden flash of passion would take them up on a spiral of
ecstasy. She prayed that she'd discover the pleasure she needed from a male. A man!
"Ohhhh Toby, ohhhhh I'm so excited!" she gasped, hoping that saying it would help
her feel it.
"Me too! God, the way you're touching... uhhhh!"
So he liked it! Karen kissed the boy's neck hungrily, squeezing his cock harder. She
decided that it didn't matter anymore what he might think. She fumbled with his zipper
and wriggled her hand inside. Under the elastic of his skivvies she found it. It was
smaller than she'd thought but she grabbed it tightly, circling thumb and finger around
the tight foreskin. She worked the white flesh up and down inside his underwear. Toby
had found her hole and he was pushing his finger deeper, surprised at the way her
muscles squeezed him.
"Ohhhh," he panted, half turning as if he might do what she longed for him to do.
"Ohhh Jeshhhuus!"
"Toby! Darling!" She kissed him, kissed him deeper than before. Wasn't she enjoying
herself? Wasn't it fantastic to be so passionate with a man? The image of the Doberman
returned. His cock swung wickedly before her closed lids. It was wet and red and
swollen, in the fantasy, Karen took the thing between her lips. Her ass moved furiously
as she rubbed her hot cunt against Toby's probing fingers. She tried to imagine sucking
his cock, taboo as such thoughts were. But the dog returned and she cursed herself
even, as she dreamed of plunging her mouth down around the raw, throbbing prick
that thrust from his crotch.
"Karen," Toby moaned again. His cock was pulsing so furiously. Karen had forgotten
how excitedly she'd been feeling him. The boy stiffened, his finger ceasing to caress her
overheated cunt. Karen saw his face, saw how red it was. He wasn't breathing, either.
Then the hot cream boiled out over her fingers. She ground her teeth together, hating
him for an instant.
"Shit!" she hissed, knowing that it had all gone wrong. But Toby hadn't heard anything
she'd said. He was writhing, pumping his hips, panting like a wildman. And his steamy
cum continued to spurt. Her palm was sticky with it. It clung between her fingers as
she worked his foreskin up and down over the spongy-firm head of his prick. "Shit!"
Karen repeated.


Chapter 6

There were still a few hours before her mother was due back and, after her little
preview with toby, karen was so hot she could hardly sit still. To hide her emotions
from the drowsy boy, she poured herself another glass of sherry and suggested they go
into the back yard. She hoped that the cool air would wake Toby up.
He seemed most appreciative of what she'd done to him and kept hugging her close
and talking about their next date. Karen was suspicious of his intentions. She wasn't
even sure she wanted to date him again. She only knew that she needed some kind of
sexual release or she was going to climb the walls.
The moonlight made dappled shadows under a big tree by the flower garden. Karen
made the boy sit beside her. They were hidden by a thick hedge and her mother's rose
bushes. It seemed a perfect place to become more intimate. But Karen was worried.
Since she'd gotten a handful of hot cum, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about
the same milky-thick fluid that spurted from a dog's prick. It was very much like the
stuff a human male jetted out at the peak of his excitement.
It had been nice, feeling Toby's cum bubble out. But even as she'd done it, Karen had
remembered all too vividly how her aunt's collie had made her go half insane with
pleasure. He seemed a better lover than Toby by a long shot. And to imagine what the
Doberman might be able to do made her shiver. She had to keep such perverse
thoughts from her mind.
"Nice night," Toby said. He was still a bit embarrassed over his spill of cum. He could
hardly look Karen in the eyes. But when she lay back on the grass and gave him an
inviting look, he rolled half on top of her and began to kiss her passionately. She
smiled, happy that his excitement had re-bounded so fast.
"Mmmm, I like what you're doing with your hand."
Toby had opened her dress and was caressing one breast slowly, if a bit shyly. She
moved so that her nipple came under the warm friction of his palm. She squirmed
around, letting her dress slide up her thighs. She was dying for more stimulation. She
needed to come! But she remembered with a shock that she couldn't afford to take the
risk of having fresh jism inside her cunt. While Prince had been spurting his slippery
stuff into her, she hadn't even thought of any danger. Was that why Sandy had enjoyed
doing it with the Doberman so much?
"Ohhh!" she gasped as Toby eased her panties down. He was becoming much more
aggressive now that she'd given him a taste of forbidden pleasure. But he was still pretty
much a beginner. The fact that she was too didn't enter Karen's head. The heady
pleasure of Aunt Harriet's collie had started subconscious desires that she was only
dimly aware of. She heard Toby undoing his belt buckle.
"No Toby, we can't do that."
"But I thought maybe "You know why we can't, don't you?"
"I guess so."
"There are other things you could do, though," Karen hinted. She wanted to say it but
couldn't. She wanted to tell him that her hot little cunt needed licking so bad! Toby just
played around with a finger instead. She felt her slit being rubbed deeply as he kissed
her breasts. Why didn't he 'suck on a nipple? Why didn't he really excite her?
"Sometimes," she said, voice shaking, "men and women do things to each other, you
know." The boy gave her a vacant look.
"Haven't you heard of that sort of thing?" she pressed. She'd only heard about it a few
weeks before, from Sandy. Cunn-uh something it was called. It was what Prince had
done to her first off. And she longed to feel it again, even if she couldn't risk letting
Toby stick his cock into her cunt.
"We could touch each other again," Toby suggested. Karen knew he was dying for her
to jack him off like the first time. It irritated her that he was so selfish not to think of
her pleasure.
"I wish you'd..." she took a deep breath,... kiss me down there." There, she'd said it!
Toby's cheeks darkened a little but he seemed to be considering the possibility. Before
she could think of anything else to say, he kissed her bare tummy and then scooted
down so he could touch his lips to the furry patch that didn't quite cover her plump
mound. She moved around a lot, moaning and begging for him to go further. But she
could tell he was a little unsure of whether he wanted to touch his tongue to her
slippery, musky-smelling crevice.
Karen felt frustration. She kept wiggling her slim hips, trying to push her mound up
closer to Toby's lips. When at last he did kiss her, it was just that, a kiss. And not it
very long one, either. Her hot cunt was leaking juice and she knew that for a boy
Toby's age, it must look pretty weird. Well, it was strange looking! But Karen wished
he'd find the nerve to push his mouth right down onto it.
"Ohhhh Toby, please lick me! I'm dying for you to lick me!"
Toby licked her. It wasn't very satisfying but the warm, wet friction was better than
nothing. She panted appreciatively, hoping this would inspire him to more daring
deeds. Her groans worked. Toby pushed his mouth a little harder against her swollen,
parted cunt lips. Karen opened her knees to let him have it all. And accidentally, he'd
rubbed her clit. She shuddered and pumped her hips.
But instead of enjoying it as she should, Karen began to imagine the Doberman licking
her. She imagined his devouring mouth, his teeth, his wild appetite. This excited her
past 'reason and she didn't dare stop for fear of losing the tickling edge of pleasure she
had going. As ashamed as she was of her errant thoughts, she went on pretending that
the sleek black dog was feasting on her most delicate parts. She was getting close to a
climax when Toby decided he'd had enough.
"I wish we could go all the way," he whispered, kissing his way up between her breasts.
Her throbbing pussy seemed so close to a climax. But the bastard had stopped licking
and he didn't act as if he wanted to go on with it. Now Karen felt his hot cock sliding
up her thigh. Weakened by her nearness to an orgasm, she wondered if maybe it would
be okay for him to put it in her. Just for a little while. Just until she could come.
"Ohhhh fuck me then, Toby! But promise you won't come inside."
The boy wasted no time in fitting the tip of his cock against her slippery cunt hole. The
tip nestled into her hole without him even trying and she hunched her hips around,
making her wet flesh bathe him with cunt juice.
The boy humped his back, driving his hips forward. She felt his cock spearing her, felt
the thickness of his tip. Wallowing her ass wildly in the grass, Karen tried to relive the
stabbing ecstasy of the collie's attack. But there was something about Toby's
uncoordinated thrusts and awkward grabbing that didn't quite make it. She knew he
was getting hot! But her own climax shimmered just out of reach. When she thought
she had it, Toby would do something wrong and the tingling paradise would flutter
away.
"Ohh, ohhh, I'm gonna die if I don't come," she squealed.
When she felt Toby's fingers dig into the plushness of her ass cheeks, she knew she had
to be very careful. He was panting hard now and his cock felt extremely stiff and
swollen. She was pretty sure it was his first time and the softness, and slickness of her
hot pussy was too much for him to keep control of his emotions.
"Karen! Wow, you're so tight and hot!"
"Toby, you promised, remember?"
"Uhhhh," he groaned, pumping faster.
By now Karen had lost her climax completely. She was too worried about what Toby
was doing to think of her own pleasure. Somehow she managed to get a knee up and
shove him off of her. It wasn't any too soon.
As the lanky boy's cock popped free of her cunt-hole, the head jerked high. It was as
big as a plum and just as dark. It jerked again and she saw the look of anguish on
Toby's face as he swayed there on hands and knees, his face bright red, his eyes closed.
The third time his cock jerked upwards, a stream of jism arched out across Karen's
body.
She put her hands up to guard her face but the tip had jerked again and this time the
hot spatters of cum covered her arms and tits.
"Damn," the boy groaned, grabbing his cock and jacking it like he was trying to pull it
loose from his body. It would have been funny if Karen hadn't been cheated of another
climax. She was fed up with Toby and his amateur ways. She wished to hell she'd never
called him at all.
"God, Karen, I'm sorry... His hand was still working his foreskin up and down as the
hot curds splatted down on her belly and tits. The smell of the stuff excited her but only
because it made her think of Prince's cum. Or the Doberman's seed. She got up and
hurried inside to clean up. She had to get rid of her date before her mother got home.
But how was she going to bear the rest of the evening now that she was so worked up?

* * *

Karen spent a restless night. She took baby oil to bed with her and used her finger
shamelessly on her hot, swollen tissues. By now she had broken nearly all her mother's
prohibitions and hadn't had time to feel much guilt. It was as if some demon had been
turned loose inside her, a demon who wanted her to do things she'd never dreamed of
before. After three agonizing climaxes, she was able to get to sleep. But she awoke again
before seven, her cunt aching for more. Even the memory of Toby's prick sliding in
and. out of her pussy wasn't enough. She found it more exciting to remember what
Prince had done to her.
"There must be something wrong with me," she said, rubbing her naked, dripping cunt
with an oily finger. She lay there as the cool breeze of morning rolling her onto the
grass. He was groveling hungrily between Bridget's plump thighs almost before she was
still. And the look on Bridget's face changed immediately from amusement to lust.
"Yuuuhhh," she moaned, her plump hands finding the dog's head. She petted him
softly as he licked deeply between her soft white thighs. Karen knew what that felt like.
She was dying to have it happen to her.
"Oh God, he's got an erection too," she breathed to herself. The Doberman's cock was
every bit as big as she remembered. Bigger than Prince's cock, even bigger than Toby's.
And as the dog ate at Bridget's glossy cunt, he moved his hips in a hunching, stabbing
way. His prick swayed, dripping jism into the grass.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, Hunter!" the girl panted.
Karen looked around her. It was obvious that the girl had the place to herself.
Otherwise, how could she let her pet do such things in broad daylight? Anyone in the
house could look out a window and see. So even the servants had to be gone today.
This made Karen excited. Was it possible that she could join the fun? A stab of guilt
made her frown, but her passion quickly drowned it. She had to be fucked, licked,
excited! She had to have it or die!
When Bridget rolled away from the Doberman and struggled to get up, he made a
lunge at her. For an instant Karen glimpsed the girl's plump pussy. The inner flesh was
all swollen out to form a glistening bloom. The Doberman had perfect aim. He hit her
as she crawled, his haunches giving a quick forward jerk. His cocktip was shaped like a
barb and it went into Bridget's hole with a wet sound. With another quick thrust,
Hunter skewered her to the hilt, his front paws grasping her waist, his huge back
humping high into the air as he fucked her. The plump redhead made a sound of
surrender and her white tits quivered from the shocks of the dog's jolting haunches.
"I've never seen anything so sexy in my life,' Karen whispered.
The dog wasted no time in making the young girl moan. Her plump bottom began to
switch from side to side and, even from her vantage point on the wall, Karen could see
the thick, red shaft as the dog drew it back and plunged again.
"Hunter! Hunter!"
In her excitement, Karen dislodged a loose stone and it thumped down into the
flowerbed inside the walled yard. The dog heard it. So did Bridget. As Hunter dislodged
his prick and bounded towards the spot where the stone had hit, Karen cringed back
behind the overhanging branches of the tree. But now Bridget had managed to get to
her feet and was walking cautiously towards her, one hand cupping her swollen cunt.
"Karen? That's you up there, isn't it?" The girl was blushing but Karen felt her own
cheeks redden too, so it didn't seem to matter.
"I thought I'd come visit but nobody answered the door and then the gate was locked
and I... I..." She stopped stammering and chewed her lip. "I shouldn't've climbed up
here. I'm sorry."
Bridget shrugged and tried to be nonchalant about the embarrassment she felt. "Well, I
guess you saw what I was doing." Karen nodded that she had. "So why don't you climb
down, now that you're here?"
"You're not angry?"
"I guess not. Just so you keep it a secret."
Karen didn't waste any time getting down to the yard. Standing before the plump,
naked girl made her feel odd. But then Bridget smiled and Karen felt that the tension
had broken.
"It felt good, didn't it?" she heard herself ask. Bridget blushed again, then smiled.
"Of course it did, but if my father ever found out, I think he'd disown me."
I've done it too, you know." Karen watched her new friend's expression to see how she
would take this unexpected bit of information. Bridget's eyes went wide and her smile
grew larger.
"You have?" She swallowed hard. "You mean, you've let a dog do it to you too? Like I
was letting Hunter..."
"Yes!" Karen said, a little breathless from her confession. "And I like it too! I love it!"
"Nobody's going to be home all day," Bridget added. "Why don't you stay and play. We
can have just loads of fun.
Hunter stood a few yards off, watching both girls. His head tilted as Bridget turned to
him and clapped her hands. The dog came forward and nuzzled her naked cunt, his
tongue curving up under the plump folds of her pussy.
"He's very well trained," the redhead said, her voice shaking now as the animal's tongue
dug deeply.
"You taught him all this?"
"Yes. I didn't have anyone to play with. And when I started maturing, I started wanting
things that were impossible."
"Like what?" Karen wanted to know.
"Like cock. Bridget giggled. "Then it dawned on me one morning that my doggy had a
lovely one. From that time on I've worked on him so that he makes me happy
whenever I need it." She giggled again. "And I need it almost all the time."
"I envy you."
"It is nice not having to worry about getting knocked up. I can fuck anytime I want.
And Hunter never seems to get tired either." She cupped her tits. They were on the
large side for a girl her age and Karen noticed how swollen her nipples were. Bridget
saw her looking.
"Hunter has been licking them this morning. That's why they're so red. He licks me
anywhere I tell him to. Want him to lick you?"
"I'd love it," Karen said, her voice breathless with anticipation. She looked around
nervously. "You're sure it would be okay to undress?"
"Sure. Come on, I'll help you."
In a few seconds, Karen stood there in the middle of the yard, the sun warming her
white breasts and bottom. She felt excitingly vulnerable and the breeze against her
thighs cooled them where her juices had leaked out. Bridget said something to Hunter
and he came over to nuzzle Karen's brown thatch of curls.
"Oh wow!" she sighed, feeling his tongue slide between the twin lips. "Ohhhh, he sure
knows h-hhow!"
Her legs gave then and she went down in a heap on the grass. She rolled onto her back
and bent her knees up until they nearly touched her breasts. The large dog gave her
long, lapping strokes, his breath hot against her clit. Forgetting her self-consciousness,
Karen began to move her hips from side to side. Bridget knelt close by, her eyes wide.
"I never realized how fun it might be to watch Hunter at work. Isn't he good?"
"Wonderful! He makes shivers go all over me! Ohhh, yessss, Hunter, you're a good,
good dog."
"He knows what a clit is too," Bridget said. "Watch this."
While Karen plunged her bottom up and down as Hunter feasted on her swollen cunt,
Bridget help up a finger and gave the Doberman a serious look.
"Clit, Hunter. Clit!"
With a high whining sound, the Doberman pressed his muzzle deeper. She felt just the
tip of his tongue flicking her. And immediately, a blistering pleasure surged through
her velvety wet flesh.
"Uhhhhh. Ohhhhh wow, he really d-d-does know..."
"Get it good," Bridget hissed at her dog. The Doberman whined louder. His tongue felt
like the wings of butterflies. The itchy pleasure raged through Karen's mound. She
writhed wildly, panting, clawing at the grass. Her eyes rolled as she rode the dog's
licking tongue. Her long slender feet caressed the animal's coat while he devoured her
hot button of flesh, but devoured it without really eating it at all.
"Ghhhuuhh," Karen grunted, her back arched sharply. "He's gonna make me come!"


Chapter 7

"Back off, Hunter," Bridget said, her voice husky from excitement. The well-trained
animal seemed to want to keep licking, but then Karen felt him give her swollen young
cunt one more lick before he sat obediently to gaze longingly at the glossy flesh he'd
been teasing.
"Ohhhh God, Bridget, nothing like that ever happened to me before. Hunter is..."
"A fantastic dog." The redhead sighed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I wouldn't
trade him for Robert Redford."
Bridget gave Karen a hand up and guided her toward the edge of the swimming pool.
There was a chaise lounge and a few chairs and tables.
Karen had the feeling that Bridget wanted to show off her pet's prowess. And she was
tingling so furiously after his loving of her clit that she could hardly argue. The reason
she'd come was to entice the animal to fuck her. She could no longer hide this fact in
the recesses of her unconscious. She was a dog nymph and so was Bridget.
When Bridget helped her lie back on the chaise, Karen knew what was coming.
"You won't let him hurt me?"
"He's sensitive to how a girl is put together. When I first did it with him, he broke my
cherry and he was really kind of gentle." Bridget shrugged. "As gentle as his passion
would allow."
"I did it with a collie," Karen blurted. "But I'm still a little afraid of Hunter."
"I'll make sure he won't hurt you."
"On my back? You mean he does it front ways?"
Bridget laughed. "Sure. That way he can lick your titties! You do like your titties to be
licked, don't you?"
"Y-y-yes." Karen was trembling with anticipation. The Doberman was watching her
hungrily, his big red cock swinging from side to side as he approached. Her ass was at
the very edge of the thin mattress, her heels in the grass. The chaise lounge was just the
right height so that the dog's cock would be even with her cunt when he put his front
legs up onto her.
"I can't believe this is happening," Karen whimpered. "A couple of weeks ago I would
have gotten sick at my stomach if..."
"I know how you feel. I sure changed a lot of my ideas when Hunter started getting
chummy with me."
"You mean, he started first?"
"Oh, one morning I was sitting naked on my bed and he came up for some petting. All
of a sudden he was sniffing around at my cunt and I let him. Then he gave it a couple
of licks and I realized that it felt really nice. Course I pushed him away then. But the
next morning I'd done some thinking. I let him lick me a little longer that time. The
third time he brought me off and I've never been the same since."
The Doberman was whining, licking Karen's knees. He put a paw up on her thigh and
gave his mistress a long look. Bridget nodded and the Doberman put his other paw up.
Karen felt his weight as he pushed down against her shoulders. His strong, black-furred
chest hovered over her. He licked her neck first, working his tongue down over the tops
of her breasts until she shuddered with the thrilling pleasure.
Karen's nipples had risen from the warm, wet friction. The dog sensed that these nubs
were especially nice to lick on. And each pass of his tongue made Karen's wet pussy
grow even wetter. She began to rock her hips. The Doberman nudged her mound with
his cock as Karen moved slowly up and down against the touching. It was lovely! She
was aroused to a keen edge. Her mound was plump and tempting to the dog as he let
his sensitive knob glide between the satiny-slick folds.
"Feel good?" Bridget wanted to know. It was obvious that she was enjoying watching. It
was new to her to see her pet fuck another female. She bent down to watch his stiff
prick caress Karen's "overheated cunt.
"Ohhhhh," Karen moaned, pushing her small tits up higher as the dog's tongue washed
them again and again. "Ohhhhhhh, I love that!"
"Relax," Bridget told her. "You're keeping yourself too tight. Hunter is pushing against
your muscles right now."
Karen could feel the pressure. The smoothly rounded shape of the dog's knob was
stretching the circle of muscles. She hugged his neck gently, pulling his mouth against
her breasts again. Then her opening gave and the dog's pulsing knob entered her with
tantalizing slowness.
"Yuuuhhhhh,"
"Ohhh God, he's going inside you! It really looks neat!"
"Nhhhaaaaah," Karen babbled, tossing her head. It was the biggest, hottest cock she'd
ever taken into her body. The knob was throbbing, swelling and shrinking with a
rhythm that seemed to match her own passionate pulse. She dug her fingers along the
sleek dog's sides, loving the way his muscles rippled. When his back humped up, she
gave a cry of lust and humped her own back down onto the cushion of the chaise
lounge this made the angle better and Hunter wasted no time in giving her a breast
quivering thrust. Half the length of his erection penetrated Karen's fevered flesh.
"Yessss! Nhhhuuhhhhh... good, so good!"
"He likes you too," Bridget whispered. "I can tell by the way he's shivering."
The dog's cock stabbed deeper. Caught on his thick, hot stalk, Karen wallowed her ass
in tight circles. The dog whimpered, enjoying the added friction. She knew she was
steamy hot inside. And the way a dog was put together was much different than a
human male. A dog's cock was more like the inside of her cunt. It seemed always wet
and slick and so much more sensitive than the dry cock of a boy.
Karen squeezed her cunt muscles down around the incredible rod, hunching as she
whimpered. The dog panted back, his tongue busy on her pert, firm breasts. Karen
could hear Bridget panting too. The chaise lounge jerked a little as the Doberman
hunched again. He was getting very deep! And his cock seemed to be extending even
further from his sheath as he fucked her.
"Ohh, ohhhhh!" Karen moaned, putting a hand down. The dog's prick was very thick
and he pumped it in and out of her tightly clasped hole. She felt the glossy flesh sliding
by her fingertips, then sliding back again. Everywhere she touched herself down there
was hot and wet.
The animal's balls bumped her knuckles and she gave another sigh and cupped them
gently. It thrilled her to feel the churning of Hunter's jism. They we' a hot and when
she squeezed, the twin orbs squirted around inside the protective sack. The dog liked
her touching him like that. He pumped with short, quick thrusts as her juices dripped
down the crack of her ass.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh God," Karen panted, fucking back with a rhythm that matched
the Doberman's.
"He won't last much longer," Bridget warned. "Ohhhhhh I don't care. Because I won't
last much longer either!"
"He's shaking like a leaf!
"Ohhhhhh here I come! Here I come!"
The beast seemed suddenly to be very interested in Karen's breasts. The flesh of them
was so firm that when he licked, they quivered. The smears of glossy spit coated both
now and Karen's nipples had turned a darker shade of pink and swelled out from the
perfect areolas.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh, Hunter!" she squealed.
The Chaise lounge rocked from the forward thrusts of the strong, black dog. Karen
could feel her young pussy being filled deeper and tighter than she'd ever been filled
before. Her heart pounded in her chest. The tickling pleasure slid over her flesh,
making her feel breathless and giddy. The big muscles in her thighs tightened and she
had the most intense desire to squeeze them around the humping dog's body. It seemed
so wicked to do that! But before she could think, she had locked her heels over his back
and pulled him harder against her writhing body.
Hunter responded to the tight clutch of her legs. He yelped excitedly and slammed his
muscular haunches forward in a yet faster rhythm. The juices spattered from the edges
of Karen's hole. She felt herself ride the high, hot ecstasy. It was as if she were riding
the dog's great, slick cock! She babbled something and the itchy glow exploded between
her plump, fevered cunt lips. Almost at the same instant, she felt the dog's belly tighten.
He surged forward, his thick shaft going deeper than it ever had before. Way up inside
her his knob had nestled against the opening of her womb. Karen could feel it
throbbing, growing larger. And she was coming so slowly!
"Bridget! Ohhhhh, what's happening to me! It's driving me crazy it's so good! And...
and I can feel him getting huge! He's s-s-so deep! Uhhhhh!"
"I know," Bridget said, sounding breathless. "He does that when he comes. The head of
his cock gets really huge! Lots of times I can't pull it out for a while afterwards."
"Whhhaaaaahhh!" Karen screamed, her ass thrashing against the edge of the chaise
lounge. She could feel how her cunt was stretching out around the swelling knob. The
Doberman gave a shrill whine as he tried to jerk his prick back. It wouldn't move more
than an inch or two. It was jammed inside her cunt, jammed tightly against her womb's
mouth. And then Hunter squealed again and the hot sap boiled out.
"Yeeeeeks!" Karen cried, squirming frantically against the fiery itch that had enveloped
the entire lower part of her body. She worked her cunt up and down against the shaft
that skewered her so deeply. That dog cock was pulsing harder than ever... The cum
had filled her hole and was beginning to leak from the velvety-soft edges of her cunt.
She touched it with her hand, felt the slippery froth coat her fingertips.
"Ohhhh wow, he's coming quarts!" Bridget panted.
"Nhhuuuhh," Karen groaned back. She had never felt thrills like these. The dog's cock
was thick and firm and long and in the last few seconds it had grown to its fullest
extension. It had become fevered and rigid with lust. It was pounding an intense and
devastating ecstasy through her body. Her belly heaved up and down against the dog's
muscled underside. She threw her arms around Hunter's neck and let him bathe her
face with sloppy kisses as his haunches continued to work rhythmically.
The bulging knob of his cock was moving again, sliding in the heated depths of her
wetness. And every time it slid tightly against her womb, the white sap was forced
inside.
"He's really got me good," Karen babbled at last, her thighs squeezing down around the
Doberman's narrow waist. She could hear the redheaded girl panting close by. Bridget
had become very excited watching the spectacle and Karen was excited by the thought
of being watched. "Ohhh, he's caught. He can't pull it out."
"Don't fight him, just relax." Bridget petted the big dog's back, cooing into his ear to
try and be calm. But he was still writhing, rubbing his taut knob against the steamy
velvet of her insides. It was gloriously sexy and Karen pushed away any thoughts of
guilt that tried to intrude. She could worry about wrong and right later. But now that
jerking, spurting cock was her whole universe. And the furry black dog between her
clasping thighs was her god.
After a few minutes, Karen felt, his knob slipping. With a weak whimper the
magnificent beast eased his cock out of her body and limped off a few yards to examine
what her tight-muscled hole had done. He licked the red tip clean of leaking cum while
Bridget stood nearby. Karen saw that her new friend had a hungry expression.
"That was really far out," she sighed, looking back at Karen. Karen had hardly moved
since she'd finished her climax. Her cunt throbbed powerfully, as if that chunk of dog
meat were still inside. And her clit felt very raw and hot. She sat up finally and, looking
down between her cum-smeared thighs, saw a rivulet of cream begin to leak out of her
hole.
"Wow. I really got fucked, didn't I?"
"You sure did. How'd you like it?"
"I think Hunter is a wonderful lover," Karen whispered, hardly believing these were her
own words. But it was true. After her experience with Toby, she felt she never wanted
to hassle with a boy again. Toby had wanted to play all sorts of dumb games and then
when it came down to sex, he'd blown it. But all Hunter was interested in was plowing
her cunt until she screamed and flipped out and took his hot cum.
"He's usually good for two in an hour," Bridget was saying.
"Two fucks?"
"Oh sure. A Doberman was a walking sex machine. At least this one is!"
"I never guessed that it would feel like that. When he got all swollen up inside me it
was about the wildest thing ever. I really came nice then."
"Sometimes in the morning I let him eat me while I'm having breakfast. He likes to get
under the table and lick while I sit there with my panties off."
"Doesn't your father ever..."
"My father isn't usually around. And the servants don't hang around when I don't want
them to."
Karen's eyes grew large as she tried to imagine the plump redheaded girl having her
firm young pussy licked under the breakfast table. "Do you think anybody knows about
this? I mean about Hunter's special talents?"
"Just you and me and your friend Sandy." Bridget cocked her head. "I suspected
something the first time you two came out here. I guess one dog lover always senses it
when another one is around. There was something about the way Sandy kept looking at
Hunter "How often do you do it with him?"
"Depends. When I'm really horny I get laid at least three times a day, sometimes
more." Bridget hugged her naked breasts. "Today I feel like half a dozen. Let's go
upstairs to my room."
Bridget had to help Karen to stand. The chaise was cummy where her cunt had leaked
but they left it to dry in the sun. Hunter watched the girls go to the back door, then
followed when Bridget gave a little whistle and a wag of her bottom.
The house was quiet and though Karen expected someone to slide noiselessly out of the
open door-ways, no one did. She was still relieved when they were in the privacy of the
redhead's plush room. With the door closed, Bridget turned and clapped her hands.
Hunter put his front paws on her shoulders, his haunches working so that his limp
cock swung, "Isn't he beautiful?" she breathed, smiling proudly at Karen. "I think I'd
lose my mind if anything happened to Hunter."
'What are you going to do now?"
"Well, I'd love to have a go with him myself but I don't know whether he's quite
recovered. You really worked him over!"
"He worked me over!" Karen sighed. She couldn't keep her eyes off that incredible
spear that dangled from the black dog's sheath. To imagine that it had been in the
deepest part of her cunt made her tremble. And she realized that she was still not
satisfied. Fucking Hunter just made her want more.
"There is a way to get him hard again," Bridget said. Her cheeks colored a little as her
eyes met Karen's and quickly flicked away. "I don't suppose you'd be embarrassed if I
did it to him."
"Did what?"
"Sucked him." Again Bridget's eyes darted around the room. Karen felt odd too. She'd
never thought about doing something like that! Even Sandy, wild as she was, had never
so much as mentioned the possibility. Surely Bridget was joking.
"You mean you'd actually put your mouth..."
"Dogs are really cleaner than humans," the redhead quickly said. "It's not as weird as
you think."
"But it makes me feel funny to even think of doing it to a guy." Karen had pushed her
brown hair back from her face and was sitting on the edge of Bridget's bed, a towel
pressed against her swollen cunt to catch the white spill she was still leaking Hunter
looked at her as if he'd understood the conversation.
"Hunter likes it," Bridget went on. Now that she'd broached the subject she seemed to
b loosening up. "You can do things with your tongue you can't do with your cunt."
"You mean you actually like to do it?"
"When you feel him getting excited, it's really turn on."
"But..."
"It makes him shiver all over. And when the head of it gets big... Karen's eyes rolled
and sit, bit her lower lip. The Doberman's paws were still on her shoulders and she was
petting his belly, digging him with her fingers.
But Karen was imagining how it would be to find her lips around the dog's cock. It was
so incredible taboo that she felt anxiety deep in the pit of he stomach. Was this some
strange dream she was living? No, it wasn't. Because Bridget had just rolled the big dog
onto the bed and was holding his raw slick cock in her fingers. She was licking her lips
now, pushing a red curl back out of her eyes.
"Watch," Bridget whispered, and her mouth made a soft, round O. Then she lowered
her head suddenly and Karen had to look away.


Chapter 8

Karen didn't look away long. As much as the scene upset her, she couldn't stop the
surging excitement in her loins. It seemed as if that fucking had only inflamed her
desires the more. And when she heard Bridget say something to the big dog, she looked
over just in time to see the redhead's tongue flick out.
Bridget licked Hunter's cocktip. She licked it slowly, letting only the tip of her tongue
come in contact with the glossy meat. Almost instantly the dog's cock began to thicken.
Karen saw it lift from Bridget's palm, saw it rise once again stiff and straight. The girl
was gently coating the incredible prick with her spit.
Hunter whined and thrust his hips. But Bridget had a firm grasp of his cock and balls
and she massaged them as she continued to trace the streamlined shape of his shaft.
Her tongue was a bright pink in contrast to the darker red of the animal's prick. Karen
watched, hardly daring to blink for fear she'd miss some erotic detail. Her cunt was still
swollen and she began to move her hips where she sat on the bed. Yes, Bridget was
right about it exciting the dog. He seemed nearly ready to go again. But the redhead
didn't stop licking. It seemed she enjoyed it as much as he did.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed.
"He's so big! Doesn't it taste funny?" Karen asked.
Bridget shook her head, her tongue curling upward under the animal's cock head. She
flicked him there, watching the plum-like swell grow tauter and darker. That knob of
swollen dogflesh was the sexiest thing Karen had ever seen!
"You want to try?" Bridget asked, licking her chin where some drool had leaked down.
"No!"
"It's not so bad once you start. It's thinking about it that freaks you out.
"I don't care... I..."
"Now watch this!" Bridget sighed, holding the dog's cock up straight with one hand
while she worked her other hand around in his balls. The dog was on his back, legs
pawing the air weakly while the redhead pushed her pouty lips around his cock again.
With a wet noise she sucked the swollen tip inside her mouth. Quickly, she took it
deeper and Karen's eyes widened when she saw the girl's cheeks bulge out.
"My God," she whispered to herself, her cunt tightening in reaction to what she was
observing. Quickly, she slipped her middle finger into the lubricated, cummy slot. Her
clit rose up from behind its hood and she fingered it hurriedly, her breath coming in
gasps now as she watched Hunter writhe with pleasure.
Bridget's mouth made soft, sucking noises as she bobbed her head over the dog's body.
The animal whimpered with lust, his eyes looking a bit glazed. His cock was hard
enough to perform anything Bridget might desire of him. Yet it seemed the lusty little
redhead was more interested in performing on him. The spit leaked steadily from her
mouth as she sucked the dog's great prick even deeper.
"How much more can you... t-t-take?" Karen asked. She didn't expect the girl to
answer.
She was really just trying to imagine how it might feel to have Hunter's cock pushing
into her throat.
"Mmmmuuhhh," Bridget moaned. Her fingers jacked the furry flesh of the dog's sheath
while she sucked him. Karen fingerfucked herself a little more violently. She knew she
could come just watching this.
"You're not going to let him... let him do that in your mouth, are you?"
Bridget eased her clasping lips back from the dog's knob so slowly that Karen could see
the flesh being exposed millimeter by millimeter. The dog trembled violently, his
hindquarters working in a slow circle, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Bridget
licked his cock once more and pushed herself up on an elbow.
"You probably think his stuff tastes bad. Have you ever tasted a guy's cum?"
Karen shook her head. "Never. But it looks so..."
Bridget nodded. "I know, it looks slimy. But once it's in your mouth, it's not bad at all.
Here, why don't you at least try licking him before he spurts?"
"I... I couldn't. I'd feel funny about it." "I'm not going to tell."
"Oh, I know that, but..."
"Just try." Bridget took Karen's hand. Karen was trembling as she gazed down at the
huge black dog on the bed. He seemed to be begging her to do something to him. She
felt weak and dizzy as Bridget urged her to lower her head. Now that great, red cock
was only inches from her lips. She was panting, her breath hot against the beast's flesh.
The dog thrust his hindquarters upward and his cockhead brushed her chin.
"Ohh!" Karen squealed, wiping the place with her hand.
"You'll hurt his feelings," Bridget scolded. "It looks so slick!"
"Sure it is. That's why it felt so good inside your cunt. And it feels the same way inside
your mouth."
"I'm scared."
"Just put your tongue out."
Karen did as she was told. She closed her eyes, hoping that the dog's cock would jump
again, hoping that it would be over and she could get away from him again. But Bridget
took a hand in the proceeding. She forced Karen's head down over the rigid cock. For a
second or two, the knob plunged between her lips, between her teeth.
"Muuhhhhhggg," Karen groaned, shuddering with revulsion. But the cock hadn't tasted
bad. And if it hadn't been for her hangups, she wouldn't have been upset at all. Bridget
watched her wipe her mouth.
"Oh, it's all in your mind."
"Maybe so, but..."
"Try it again. I dare you."
Karen took a deep breath and lowered her head again. This time she made certain that
Bridget wasn't going to interfere. She used the tip of her tongue, smoothing it across
the beast's cocktip. The contact lasted less than a few seconds but this time she had not
felt the revulsion or fear. Hunter whimpered. Bridget grinned.
"He likes it. Don't disappoint him now."
Closing her eyes, opening them again quickly, Karen licked Hunter's knob slowly. She
could actually see the thing throbbing against her touch. And the surface of his cock
was so hot, so satin-smooth! Like the inside of her cunt.
"I don't think I want to do it anymore," she said, sitting up again.
"Come here, Hunter," Bridget called, jumping around the room. The dog followed her,
his nose constantly searching for the source of her musky scent. It was like a dance and
Karen followed their movements, her tongue still tingling from the brief contact with
the big dog's cock.
"He wants to do it to you now," Karen said. "Yeah, horny old dog."
"Aren't you going to let him?" Karen was so hot, she was thinking of doing it with
Hunter herself. Or letting him do her like before. When Bridget got the dog onto the
bed again and rolled him onto his back, she was curious. The redhead straddled his
middle and eased her dripping, pink cunt back toward his jutting prick. She had to hold
it up a little with her plump fingers so that the knob would fit between the plush,
velvety lips of her pussy. Watching the dog's throbbing cock, watching her friend back
down against it was very erotic. Karen found herself wishing she could try that
technique herself.
"Uhhhh, you can really feel it going in this way! Ohhhh yes, he's hard as a bullet!
Mmmmm, I just love to fuck my doggy!"
Bridget wiggled her hips around as she forced her body backwards. The sound of her
cunt being slowly but surely penetrated made Karen fidget. It wasn't as good just
pretending it was happening to her. She wanted that lovely long thing stabbing into her
pussy.
"Oh hurry, Bridget! I'm so hot I'm about to melt!"
"Muuuuhhh, just wait your turn. He's my dog, remember."
Bridget licked the dog's mouth as she hovered over him. Her breasts dangled against
the animal's furry chest, her bent knees hugged his body. She lifted and lowered herself
over him. She was controlling the depth of penetration, the angle too. And when Karen
saw her hesitate and tilt her hips sharply from side to side, she could almost feel how
good it was for the redhead.
"Ohhhhhh, he's big!" Bridget cried. "He's so nice and big and hot!"
"I wish you had two dogs!" Karen blurted.
"Mmmmmmm, I think I'm gonna come pretty soon. Maybe Hunter can take you on
then. If he doesn't come inside me!"
"Don't make him come," Karen whined. "I've just got to feel it one more time."
"Yessss, Hunter, just take it easy, boy."
But the dog was hunching wildly, his haunches lifting up from the bed every time he
drove against the flesh of Bridget's cunt. Karen watched while she fingered herself. She
felt as if she kept sliding deeper into a whirling confusion of sexuality. She felt
excitement and panic and anticipation. But if Bridget didn't hurry and come, the dog
would come too and she would have to wait.
"Bridget!" It was a man's voice, deep and loud and questioning. Karen went stiff with
fear and Bridget froze, her hips hovering above the Doberman's body. Then she
writhed, trying to pull herself free from the hot cock.
"It's my dad! He's not supposed to be back yet!
Ohhh my God, what will I do?" The redhead pulled again but it was obvious that
Hunter's cock was swollen tight inside her. She was stuck on him now with her father
probably climbing the stairs.
"I'll head him off somehow," Karen said, grabbing her clothes. She dressed faster than
she'd thought possible. As she hurried out the door, Bridget was still jerking up and
down, trying to extricate herself. But the jerking around was exciting her and the dog
and it seemed as if both of them were about to come anyway.
Karen went down the hall to the stairs. She met Bridget's father halfway down, quickly
introducing herself as his daughter's friend.
"Bridget's taking a shower. She said she'd be right down."
"Good," Mr. Colson replied. He seemed satisfied by the quick lie Karen had made up
and as they descended the stairs together, he chatted about his unexpected return from
the business conference he'd attended. Karen nodded politely at his words but her
thoughts were still with Bridget. She could see the poor girl trying to pull her tight cunt
free from Hunter's swollen glans. By now both of them had probably had a mindbending 
climax. Bridget would need a shower then... As quickly as she could, Karen
excused herself and left the big house. She was a bit weak in the knees for pedaling but
she managed to guide her bike to the road and roll down the first long hill. Her mind
was swimming with erotic images. Especially the vivid memory of what she'd done with
her mouth. Now that she was away from Bridget and her dog, she felt guilty, somewhat
sullied. It was bad enough doing that to a boy. But to lick a dog's cock! It had to be the
most sinful thing on the planet.
"I wonder if I am losing my mind." Before she'd just thought about it. Now she actually
felt different. As if a door had been opened in her mind. A door she knew she should
shut before the demons escaped to haunt her forever.
"This time I really have to start over! I can't let myself think about dogs." But could she
amuse herself with Toby? It seemed unlikely. He was about as exciting as a bowl of
warmed over oatmeal. When she got back to her house, she went up to her room
immediately, stripped off her clothes and took a cooling shower. She washed the jism
from her flesh and swore that she'd never think bad thoughts again. She made up a
plan for herself, a plan to keep her mind occupied. Yet before she'd dried and pulled on
a fresh pair of panties, she was trembling.
"I want something hot and slick inside my pussy," she said, reveling in the wicked
words, lusting for the sinful reality she'd recently found so thrilling.
Sandy arrived at that moment. It seemed an omen of sorts. Because the instant Karen
met her friend's eyes, they both grinned knowingly. Sandy licked her lips and looked
around, as if making sure no one was listening.
"Where have you been? Your mother said you went for a bike ride. You didn't...?"
Blushing, Karen lowered her lashes.
"You did! Was Bridget there? Was Hunter there too?"
"It was weird. Her dad came back while she was doing it and I had to cover up. I left
before I knew if she got herself loose from that dog. His cock gets big at the tip and..."
"Ohhhh, don't say anymore. I'm already horny as a nymphomaniac."
"What's that?" Karen asked. Sandy explained slowly, hinting that both of them were
probably afflicted. But there was something else in Sandy's voice that made Karen
curious. She didn't have to wait to find out what the news was.
"I got a job babysitting," Sandy blurted, pushing her blonde hair back over her ears as
she always did when she was excited. "And you can't believe the scene."
"What do you mean?"
"The Browns have a seven-year-old son." Sandy giggled. "But that isn't all! They have
this enormous Great Dane too! And I'm going to be there with him every afternoon."
"A Great Dane?" Karen's mind was totally boggled. She knew they were huge animals.
Fooling around with a collie or a Doberman was one thing. But a Great Dane was
something else! "You wouldn't be able to do anything with the little boy around."
"Watch me try," Sandy said, her eyes twinkling. "I'm so horny I thought of riding out
to see Bridget myself. That's why I stopped by to get you, and found out you'd beaten
me to old Hunter yourself."
"I think Bridget is pretty strange." As Karen looked at Sandy she wondered if the same
crazy glint wasn't in her blonde friend's eyes.
"I'm going to have to go babysit in an hour. Why don't you drop by?"
"I don't think so. I feel just awful about all this."
"Like hell you do. You can't wait to get a dog working between your thighs again, and
you know it. There's something about a dog that..." Sandy closed her eyes dreamily.
"Bridget was using her mouth," Karen blurted. "It made we sick.
"Her mouth?" This seemed to excite Sandy no end. She took a deep breath, let it out.
"But she didn't actually..."
Karen shook her head. "No. At least not while I was there. She said she had eaten that
stuff, though. It's enough to make you ill."
Sandy seemed half in a dream as she left. Again she hinted that Karen could have some
fun if she dropped by the Brown residence. To Karen it all seemed insane. Girls
sometimes entertained boys while they were babysitting, but to think of playing with
dogs was just too weird. That didn't stop her from wanting excitement. The only
pleasurable sexual experiences she'd had were with dogs. And to imagine Sandy playing
with a Great Dane made her cunt grow hot.
At last she could stand the suspense no longer. She pulled a top over her bikini, put on
a sunhat as if to disguise her purposes and left the house. Every step she took seemed to
make return all the more impossible. By the time she got to Maple street, her cunt was
sticking against her panties and she was imagining a tawny Great Dane mounting her
and taking her up to ecstasy!


Chapter 9

When Karen got to the Brown residence, she was shaking all over. She even thought of
returning home, of forgetting about all this crazy stuff she'd been indulging in. Sandy
saw her from the window, though, and hurried to the door.
"What's kept you?" she called, motioning with obvious excitement for Karen to join her
inside. "I just tucked Jimmy in so I don't think we'll be disturbed."
Karen was looking around for this dog Sandy had described.
He's down in the playroom," Sandy whispered. "I've been making friends with him, but
I don't think he's as precocious as Hunter."
"Is he big?"
"Oh my God, you can't believe it." Sandy rubbed her hands together and her cheeks
turned a darker shade of pink. "Of course I haven't seen him hard yet. But even soft,
he's bigger than any of the dogs we've played with."
"No kidding?"
"Come on, I'll show you."
The playroom was lit by a table lamp. There was a big bed at one end, a pool table at
the other and assorted chairs and sofas along the walls. It was a large, comfortable room
and Karen felt a little easier when she saw how much privacy it afforded.
"No one could sneak up on us, could they?"
"No, no chance." Sandy opened another door. Out of that roam bounded the biggest
dog Karen had ever seen. "Meet Duke," Sandy giggled. "Isn't he the living end?"
The Great Dane bounded over to Karen, frightening her when he jumped up. His front
paws weighed heavily on her shoulders and he gave her a happy, doggy smile.
"He's friendly enough. But I don't think he knows what's been running through my
mind."
"We probably shouldn't try to fool around. What if he gets mean?" Karen asked.
Sandy shook her head. "Do you really think he'd get mean if we make him feel good?"
Looking down under the huge dog's chest, Karen could see his sheath swaying heavily
between his haunches. It was covered with tan hair but there was no sign of the raw
meat it hid. When Sandy put her hand down there, Karen's eyes grew larger. The dog
jumped down and began to lick the fingers that were squeezing him.
"I think he's getting the idea," Sandy said. She was squeezing him sexily, fondling his
heavy balls with her other hand. The dog whined and seemed confused.
"I think we're playing with dynamite. He might get crazy once he figures out what's
happening."
"Well, he isn't going to respond at all unless you help." Sandy frowned.
"What can I do?"
"Let him smell you. That should start something going. I can't seem to make him hard
doing this." Sandy gave Karen a sharp look. "Oh go on, put your cunt up a little closer
to his nose. Don't be such a scaredy-cat.
Lifting her skirt, Karen pushed her mound out. The Great Dane seemed confused at
first, but he started sniffing. After the first whiff of her musky aroma coming through
the nylon of her panties, he seemed much more interested. And Sandy gave a squeal of
delight.
"It's working! I can feel it getting hard inside his furry part." She jacked him with rapid
jerks of her wrist. The Great Dane turned to lick her fingers, then turned back to have
another sniff of Karen's wet cunt.
"Ohhh, that feels funny. He's blowing hot breath on me!"
"Look Karen, see it?"
Karen saw. It was red and raw and slick looking. It was big too. Bigger than any cock
she'd ever laid eyes on. Even bigger than Hunter's prick. And the Great Dane wasn't
really fully hard yet!
"Uhhh, he's starting to get pretty interested." Karen moaned, her hands shaking where
she held the hem of her dress high. Duke was licking the nylon crotch of her panties,
tasting as well as smelling the sexy lubrication her cunt was leaking.
"Pull your panties down. That way he'll know we mean business."
"I don't know, Sandy. I'm already a little freaked out."
"Wouldn't you like to feel his tongue?"
"Oh sure... but... uhhhhhh! Ohhhh my God! He licks hard!"
Karen sat down hard on the bed. She knew it was dangerous to unveil her young pussy
but by now the dog had started a thrilling friction that she wanted to continue. She
skinned the skimpy things off and opened her knees a little. The Great Dane bounded
forward, burying his black nose between the dainty white swells of her mound. She
heard him groveling there, his tongue working her folds open. He was really hungry,
and it didn't seem to matter that she was a human.
"Whhhuuhh, that's nice!"
"He's getting a lovely erection." Sandy giggled. "It makes me want to..."
"Want to what?"
"Do the same thing that Bridget did. Remember what you told me happened while you
were there?"
"I wouldn't dream of...
"Help me roll him over, Karen. Hurry!"
Karen closed her knees, pushing the big dog's head back as gently as she could. She
certainly didn't want to make an enemy out of an animal this size. Sandy patted the bed
and the Great Dane leaped up, turning to wag his tail at the girls. His cock still jutted
out. It was glossy looking and when Karen saw her blonde friend's palm, she knew that
the dog's juices had been flowing as freely as her own.
"I'm going to suck him a little," Sandy said. She began to wriggle out of her own
clothing as Duke watched. He still seemed a bit confused, but when he saw Karen's
naked cunt, he was reminded and began to slurp hungrily between her cuntlips again.
Rolling onto her back, Karen let her thighs fall apart. She felt weak, trembling inside.
She had the wildest desire to give herself up completely to the horny beast. Yet she
knew that total surrender might be dangerous. What if her young hole couldn't take all
of what Duke had to offer?
"I think he's getting the idea now," Sandy said, bringing her mouth close to the dog's
belly. She was licking him before Karen could get her breath. She could hear the sexy
sound of her friend's tongue sliding along the dog's rigid prick. Sandy took more time
at the tip, tracing the barbed shape with licking caresses that made Duke whimper.
Though she couldn't get used to the strange idea, the Great Dane had already gotten
her very hot and she knelt with her knees on each side of his head and lowered her
cunt slowly down against his wet muzzle.
"Wow! This is really far out!"
"Mmmm, he doesn't taste bad, Karen. You oughta try it."
But neither of them were ready for what happened next. The big dog flipped over and
went for Sandy, his huge cock swinging, dripping saliva. Karen's blonde friend crawled
backwards on the bed, then turned on all fours to scramble away from the brute. He
mounted her before she made it off the bed.
Karen gave a shrill cry as she saw his raw, red cock jolt forward. The dog thrust once
and hit poor Sandy's cunthole dead center. The barbed tip went into the dripping
opening with a wet, sexy sound. The Duke thrust again and his balls swung forward
against Sandy's mound. Sandy's eyes were wide with surprise and her tongue bulged
out between her lips as the dog rammed again, his hind-quarters quivering with lust.
"Ghhhhaaaaahhh!" she cried, her twat closing around the base of his shaft as if to keep
the dog from going any deeper. Karen was scared shitless. Now that the Great Dane
had figured out what was happening, he wanted it all. And there was no telling when
he might turn on her, too.
"Help me, Karen!" Sandy cried. "He's gonna screw me to death!"
The dog was fucking with a rage Karen had never seen before. He locked his big teeth
around Sandy's neck to keep her from getting away. But the girl's ass danced and jerked
as she tried to wriggle free of the stabbing, fevered cock. Then Karen saw her
expression change from fright to pleasure. Her eyes were glazed and she was drooling
on herself. The tawny beast on her back gripped her waist with his front paws and
slammed her with rapid thrusts that made her cunt juice trickle down the insides of her
thighs.
"Yiiiii!" Sandy squealed, her ass plunging so fast that Karen stopped crawling from the
bed and turned to stare. "Uhhhhhh!" Sandy was coming as that thick, hot dog cock
went in eight inches, slid back with a slick rippling sound and stabbed her again. Over
and over the Great Dane filled her to the brim until at last her arms gave out and she
crumpled to the bed. Her pussy pulled away from his tip with a slurpy sound. The dog
whimpered, disappointed that it was over so quickly. It was obvious that he hadn't
spurted his cream yet. He let go Sandy's neck and turned to stare at Karen.
"Nice doggy! You leave me alone now."
Slowly she swung her legs off the bed and started to stand up. But Duke jumped down
to block the way to the door. He gave a growl and showed his huge fangs. There was
no question as to who was in charge.
Karen was standing now but she was afraid to try to sneak around the Great Dane. He
came forward and began to lick her cunt. His tongue was hotter than before and since
she was already aroused, the tingling pleasure flowed over her instantly. She sagged, her
knees trembling. She put her hands to the dog's head but was afraid to try and push
him away.
He continued to lick her slowly, methodically. Her inner folds were all opened up now
so that her young cunt looked like a strange, fleshy bloom. Oh, why did it feel so good?
She could hardly stand there and let him go on doing this. The slurpy suction of his
mouth sliding up and down her pussy was making her weaker by the second.
"Ohhh, Sandy, what am I going to do?"
But Sandy didn't seem to be in any condition to help. She lay in a pretty heap, a goofy
smile on her lips. Karen's knees gave then and she sat down on the bed. Duke put his
huge paws on her knees and passed his hot tongue over one breast until the nipple
glistened. Then he started on the other one. Karen was helpless to do anything but
watch. Her tits were on fire with lovely sensations, sensations she fought against. Now
Duke was wetting her neck and face. Though she'd always had an aversion to being
licked across the mouth by a dog, her state of excitement had changed all that.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh God, leave me alone!"
The dog's paws moved and he pushed one against her shoulder, then the other. He
leaned down on her, his sleek, muscled body between her knees. Karen fell back. Her
feet dangled to the floor as the Great Dane lowered his cock to rub its juicy heat across
her belly. He seemed to know instinctively where her cunthole was, for he drew back so
that the barb touched her clit. She felt it throbbing there, felt her own body throbbing
back. She was itchy and high with the thrills that pounded through her body. What was
he going to do next? Was there really any doubt?
Caught between fear and desire, Karen moved her hands slowly down over her breasts,
down her belly. When she felt the throbbing prick of the dog, she bit her lip with
excitement. Her cunt was so slippery that the juice was making a dark spot on the bed
under her ass. She grasped Duke's cock halfway back on the shaft, squeezing it between
thumb and finger. Gently, she eased it down her hot slit until she knew his barb was
nestled against the ring of muscles that guarded her pussy. Only then did Karen realize
that she wanted this monster dog to fuck her. She wanted to feel what Sandy had felt.
"Come on Duke," she panted, curling one thin arm around his furry neck. "Come on
boy!"
The dog gave a quick little jerk of his haunches. It was as if he were teasing her. Only
the head of his cock entered her body and the sudden flurry of thrills made Karen work
her ass furiously.
"Ohhhh, you bastard! Ohhhhh give me more!"
The Great Dane licked her tits as he lurched again. Each forward movement made her
give a cry. Her lashes fluttered and she tossed her head one way, then the other. The
furry chest of the dog pressed down against her tits. She could feel his hairless belly
against hers. She could feel him jabbing forward, forcing that swollen knob of his cock
deeper into her cunt. Her muscles tightened around it inside and the dog made a
strange sound in his throat.
Karen hugged his back with one arm while she felt the place where he'd penetrated her
with the other hand. Her fingertips were shiny and slick with the wetness. She could
feel every inch of him, and knew that he was getting very, very deep.
Now Sandy had regained her composure enough to be interested. She was staring as
she touched her own ravished cunt.
"Isn't he big?"
"He's huge!" Karen panted. "He's filling me all up inside! Ohhhh, God, I'll never be the
same."
"He didn't come inside me but I'll bet he will before he's through with you."
Karen lifted her legs then and locked her ankles above the big dog's back. Scissoring his
furry body between her thighs, she squeezed him hard as his hips continued to thrust
and plunge. She could feel the full length of his cock sliding past her finger-tips, past
her muscled cunthole. He was giving her everything and her insides had gotten buttery
slick with her mounting excitement.
"Ohhhhh, Sandy, he's fucking the shit out of me!"
"He sure is! It makes me want to do it again." "Uhhh, ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh he's swelling
up! I can feel his tip gouging me!"
"That means he's gonna come!"
The bed thumped as the dog rammed against her. Each time he penetrated her to the
hilt, his back humped up and Karen had to ride upward with him, her ankles still
locked above the trembling animal's body.
The suction of her pussy around the Great Dane's cock was making him fuck her even
faster. Her pussy was a sloppy, fevered mess and she rubbed it against Duke's balls
when he held himself deep. His tip swelled out to form a flared knob that caught at
Karen's pussyflesh. The bigger it got, the harder it was for Duke to jerk it out of her
again, until at last he could move only a few inches forward and back.
Karen gave a squeal and rocked her hips in a frenzy of itchy lust. She was so close! So
damned close!
The Great Dane tilted his head so he could hold her neck between his jaws. But though
she felt his teeth and hot breath, the dog didn't hurt her. He kept plunging, fucking,
ravishing her.
"Ohhhh Sandy, stop him, slow him down..."
Sandy moved forward, her eyes round with excitement. Karen wasn't sure what her
friend meant to do, she only hoped that it would work. The dog's cock was swollen so
large it was beginning to frighten her. For all she knew, a Great Dane could really hurt
a young girl like her.
"I've got his balls!" Sandy gasped. "I got 'em with both hands. And it's working!"
As Sandy squeezed, the tawny beast slowed his fucking movements. He gave a whimper
and then a growl, turning his head as if to threaten whoever had taken a stranglehold
on his swollen balls. But there was really nothing he could do about it. His cocktip was
jammed deep within Karen's pussy. At least he wasn't plunging it around so violently
now.
But as the animal's fucking movements ceased, Karen was more keenly aware of the
convulsions of her own body. Deep within her hole, the velvety-slick flesh was
constricting. With a steady, pulse-like spasm, her insides tightened around the Great
Dane's raw, red prick. And where his barbed tip had caught against Karen's womb, her
fevered twat squeezed even tighter. She was panting hoarsely now, her eyes glazed with
the exhilarating energy of the moment. She pumped her mound slowly, letting the
tension build. As she started to come, she knew it was only going to be the first of
many spasms. The tickle was too intense, too consuming to leak away quickly.
"Ohhhh God! God, God, God!"
Every muscle in her ass was hard, trembling. Sweat coated her belly as she continued to
writhe, twisting her body. The big dog licked her breasts as his huge cock was caressed
by Karen's adolescent pussy. Inside her she could feel how buttery and hot she was.
And already she was grinding her way into a second, breath-stopping climax.
"Ahhhhh! He's so big inside me! Even when he's not moving! Ohhhhhh shit!"
As the Great Dane got his hind legs up on the bed, the mattress swayed under them.
But Karen clung to him with both arms, her legs still scissored tightly around his
middle. Holding her full weight, the dog kept his paws well apart for support. But he
still wasn't moving his haunches, wasn't trying to fuck her. Because Sandy had not let
go of his balls for a moment. She squeezed them with both thumbs and fingers while
Karen writhed, her young pussy speared onto the dog's rigid prick.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh coming again! Ohhhhh it's killing me, it's so good!" – Karen's belly
tightened, her lungs filled, tight. She clung to Duke's neck with her fingers, throwing
her head far back so that her brown hair draped across the bed. Her hips moved
constantly. Now that Sandy was keeping the great beast still, she could fuck herself
upon his throbbing cock! And after two magnificent comes, she was hungry for a third.
"Yaaahhhh! Ohhhhh it's wonderful, Sandy! It's the biggest, hottest cock I've ever had
inside me!"
Karen rolled her hips, letting Duke's tip gouge her womb's opening. The tightening
spasms had grown more powerful. Her slippery flesh was stroking the dog's cock in a
devastatingly sexy way. She could hear him puffing and when she pulled her cunt back
from his stiffness, then pushed it down over him again, the animal trembled and tried
to start fucking again. Sandy's trembling hands stopped him.
"He really wants to finish you off," the blonde said.
"Ohhhhh then let him! Cause I'm gonna die if I come another time'!"
"Here goes, I'm counting to five. Then I'm turning him loose."
As Karen pulled her cunt forward and back along the dog's cock she realized she had
more room to move now. Tight as she was inside, the slippery flood of her juices had
given her freedom. She pulled her dancing ass up, then thrust it down. She slid her
pussy away from the dog's throbbing erection until her muscled opening was squeezing
down on his tip. That was when she felt Sandy let the dog go.
With a yelp of excitement, he slammed his powerful haunches forward. His ten-inch
cock went into her to the hilt, forcing juice out from around the edges of her cuntlips.
"Wowweeeeee!"
Karen's thighs hardened and her toes fanned apart as she took the dog's blows. Every
time he skewered her, her breasts quivered. Every time his cock bumped her womb, she
gave a gurgle of ecstasy. She hardly had the strength to hang onto the thrusting beast,
but she did. Because her first two climaxes had been nothing compared to this last one!
"Nhhhaaah, ohhhhh God! Yuuuhhh!"
The bed swayed as the animal fought to keep his balance. He was still supporting
Karen's full weight. She dangled under his belly as he fucked her into a twisting,
squirming paradise that she'd never visited. Then her arms gave out and she dropped
down onto the bed. But her pussy was caught again, snagged on that enormous cocktip
that the Great Dane was grinding against her deepest, most secret place.
Hung up on the dog's hot prick, Karen bucked, her legs kicking high in the air. She
rolled over, her back squirming, her ass rocking from side to side.
She was coming gloriously. The convulsions rolled through her like great tidal waves of
itchy, maddening pleasure. And the huge beast continued to slam his haunches
forward, then jerk them back, – fucking her into a babbling state of total surrender.
Then came the hot gush of his cream.
Sandy was staying close to watch every second of the erotic spectacle. Karen could hear
her friend panting as if wishing it was she who was caught on the dog's cock. Karen's
own spasms were acutely pleasurable. She thought for a moment that she might faint
from the thrill that seemed never to end. It surged through her body from head to toe
until at last she was babbling insanely, her mind blown completely away by the
intensity of the hot fuck.
But now that the Great Dane was coming, his rapid humping made Karen give one last
effort. She reached down to grab the slippery shaft and worked her ass up and down in
a frenzy. For one last time, the tickling exploded and she screamed and lost what little
control she'd maintained.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh! Whhhuuuhhhh!" Tossing wildly, Karen bucked herself free of the
Great Dane's swollen tip. Flopping under his belly, it sprayed her with hot cum. She
could feel the spattering stuff, feel it leaking down her belly and breasts. She rubbed it
into her skin with bothhands, giggling as if she'd lost all hope of returning to sanity.
"Are you okay, Karen?" Sandy asked, grabbing her arm. Her friend was trying to pull
her out from under the whimpering dog but Karen was too weak to help. She was
intent on rubbing in every last speck of white froth that had erupted from Duke's cock.
"Ohhh, let me have more," she groaned, pushing the weakened animal onto his side.
Grabbing the beasts's prick, she sucked the head into her mouth. It had a strange shape
and taste but as she ran her tongue alone the underside, another jet of cum hit the back
of her throat.
"Let me have some too," Sandy groaned, excited by this display. of sensuality. Pushing
Karen to the side, Sandy fastened her soft lips around the dog's burst cocktip and
sucked greedily.
Duke pawed the air with all four feet, his eyes glazed over, his tongue hanging out of
his mouth. His great chest heaved with spent energy as Sandy nursed over his red cock.
Karen rolled onto her belly and trembled. She couldn't move a muscle now that it was
over. She could feel a steady seeping of dog cum from the stretched opening of her
cunt. She smiled weakly then, for what reason she wasn't entirely sure. Except that she
knew she'd been thoroughly, completely fucked. Wasn't that enough to make any
young girl smile?
It was the following morning when Karen began to realize just how far she'd finally
gone. Her experimental games had turned into something that now obsessed her.
Though her young cunt was sore from the fucking the Great Dane had given her, she
was already thinking of when she could play with a dog again. After she'd come three
times, Karen had watched as Sandy had excited the dog again and repeated Karen's
energetic techniques. They'd cleaned everything up very carefully before the Browns
had returned. Now they could only hope that their baby-sitting talents would be asked
for soon again. But what would they do until then?
Karen got on the phone immediately.
"Hello? Bridget? Hi, this is Karen. I was wondering if..." Karen sighed with relief.
"Then you know why I'm calling. I could come out to see you? Your father still doesn't
suspect anything?"
When she hung up, Karen's hands were trembling. She took a shower, dressed as
quickly as she could and dialed Sandy's number. The two girls made a date to meet on
the road that led towards Bridget's house.
"You certainly have been away from home a lot," Karen's mother commented when she
saw her packing a lunch.
"After all Mom, it is summer."
"Yes, I suppose you young people do like to get out on your own. Just be careful,
darling. There are a lot of unsavory characters around. And I want you to be careful of
dogs. Why just the other day a youngster was bitten while she was riding her bike."
Trying to conceal her blush, Karen ginned back. "Oh Mother, I won't let a dog bite me.
You worry too much."
Karen rode fast on her way to meet Sandy. Then the two girls hurried on to Bridget's
place. The plumpish redhead met them at the door, her eyes excited.
"Come on in, we've got the whole house to ourselves. And I've got a new dog, too!"
Karen stopped short when she saw the tawny Great Dane. So did Sandy. But Bridget
rambled on, still not suspecting the irony of the situation.
"I read about him in the paper and my father gave me permission to buy him. Some
people named Brown ran the ad. They told me they couldn't afford to feed him any
more."
"That's because they don't know what he likes to eat!" Sandy squealed, breaking into
giggles.
Then Karen was telling Bridget the whole story while she jerked off her clothes. In a
moment all three girls were naked, running upstairs with Duke a few steps behind
them. But it was Bridget's first honor. And as the beast's slick red cock entered the
writhing girl's plump pussy, Karen smiled and fingered herself and thought eagerly of
her turn with Duke.


THE END
