The Neighbour’s Dog Took My Virginity

by Bestiality Stories

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By Anon (Edited with Ginger)

 

Several years ago, when I was a freshman in college, something happened that I’ve never felt entirely comfortable with until now. Thanks to other stories I’ve read recently about bestiality I’ve been able to come to grips with a dark secret I’ve held since the spring of 1995.

At the time I was a giggly school girl hanging out at the mall with friends and eyeing cute guys, but never daring to venture beyond flirting and the occasional furtive kiss. Although I was a virgin and extremely naïve, I was a well-developed young woman, as my mother would say. I had long auburn hair, I wore a ponytail down my back, and breasts capped with nipples that stood out half an inch when erect. I mention this because as a freshman in college, they often caused me much chiding and embarrassment when they protruded from my blouse.

Anyway, one afternoon as I’m walking home from school and my neighbour calls me over to his fence. Mr. Platki is of Eastern European descent and spoke with a heavy accent.

“Heather, you come here,” he said, waving his ancient arm to me. Mr. Platki is an old man who has known me since my fifth birthday when we moved into the neighbourhood. We rarely talked, but my parents liked him. He asked me, “You will watch my dog for a few days, no?”

Mr. Platki owned the most feared dog in the neighbourhood. It’s a mix between a Great Dane and a Wolf Hound, or something. He’s huge, and stood about even with my chest flat-footed. Needless to say, I’m also frightened by his dog whom he called Groucho due to his temperament.

“Ah… I don’t think so, Mr. Platki,” I said. “Ole Groucho and I don’t get along.”

“Phfff,” he said, shaking his shoulders. “All you do is toss food into his pen and leave him be, what more is there to do? Plus, I give you one hundred dollar. One week, one hundred dollars, it’s a deal, no.”

Tempted to say no, I relented and agreed to feed Groucho.

*****

The next day as I walked home from school I walked past Groucho’s yard. I’d nearly forgotten about him when a deep bark reminded me of my responsibility. “Sorry, Groucho,” I said as I nervously slid a pan of dry dog food into his pen.

Then I noticed that his water bowl is lying upside down in the middle of his pen. “Oh great,” I muttered under my breath and slowly opened the gate.

Groucho stepped back from the gate and let me in. I watched him carefully as I reached for the pan, then nearly screamed as he leapt forward and licked my face from chin to eyebrows in one giant, slobbery slurp.

Momentarily shocked, I jumped back, but realised Ole Groucho is really a Teddy Bear. I patted his head and scratched his chest for a few minutes before closing the gate and leaving. As I left, Groucho let out a deep howl that could have woken the dead. Let me tell you, it’s the blasted howling that led to my ruin.

*****

After dinner I helped my mother clean up, then watched a bit of baseball on TV with my Dad. About the time I’m ready to head upstairs to my bedroom, Ole Groucho starts with the howling in earnest.

My father gets up and looks out behind the blind of the front window. He asks, “What the hell is that?”

“It’s Groucho, Mr. Platki’s dog. I think he’s lonely,” I said.

Groucho kept howling for fifteen minutes straight before my mother begged me to go and get him. “You know Mr. Platki always brings him in at night,” she said. “I don’t like the idea of a dog in my house, but if you keep him locked in your room, maybe the neighbourhood can get some sleep.”

I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. “OK,” I said to mom and went to fetch him.

 

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Groucho nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement when I opened the gate to his pen. Pretty soon he bounded up the stairs and bee-lined it to my bedroom as if he’d done it a hundred times before. Groucho seems a pretty well-behaved dog, and curled up next to the foot of my bed while I took a shower.

As I came out of the shower, I let my towel drop to the floor. Groucho’s head perked up as he stared at my naked body. I had never been looked at by a man, beast, or otherwise, like that before and self-consciously leaned over to retrieve the towel.

I’m sitting at the vanity brushing out my hair when Groucho rested his chin on my bare thigh. I patted his head and went back to my hair, but I could not help but notice the panting hot breath from Groucho. His nose is only inches from my virgin pussy. With a half guilty glance to make sure I had locked my bedroom door, I opened my legs just a little, enough to let Groucho’s breath caress my slit.

For several minutes Groucho lingered in a position many boys had tried and failed to approach. I had heard stories from older girls about oral sex and am suddenly caught with an insatiable desire to try it on my innocent house guest. Slyly, I shifted in my vanity chair, allowing the towel to fall back to the floor, as I turned to face Groucho. I’m naked now with my legs slightly spread and my slit open to Groucho if he wants it.

Groucho is a champion of male domination and immediately shoved his nostrils into my pussy. I squealed, but cupped my hands over my mouth to prevent alerting my parents who are still downstairs watching TV. Groucho’s tongue lapped at my pussy in rapid succession as I spread my legs wider for him and leaned back in pure heaven.

He licked frantically for several minutes before my body is wracked with a crushing orgasm. I had experienced orgasms before, but the self-initiated ones of my innocence were minor compared to this toe curler.

Groucho didn’t know the meaning of stop, so I had to pry his face away from my soaked pussy. I’m surprised to find my vaginal lips swollen, red and open, like a rosebud ready to be plucked. Groucho relinquished his attack on my pussy and sat back on his tail, panting and staring at my pussy in obvious lust. I gasped, because between his legs is a red, poker-like stiff cock of at least nine, maybe ten inches in length. It isn’t real thick, but its imposing size held me spellbound for several minutes. Again, my curiosity got the best of me. Being careful not to make too much noise, I slid off my vanity chair and positioned myself beneath Groucho.

I had often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock, but of course lacked the courage to place myself in that type of position with one of my school friends. Now I had the chance, and I owed Groucho the favours he had bestowed on me.

Groucho hovered over me, his cock hanging down within easy reach of my mouth. I sighed, closed my eyes, and wrapped my lips around the red, pointy tip. Groucho responded immediately with a whimper, then he flexed his hips and drove a few inches of his meat into my mouth. I nearly choked, but hung on, sucking him the way I imagined a woman should.

Groucho’s hips began to pump furiously as I gasped for breath and struggled to keep control of the situation. At one point he succeeded in driving his entire length into my throat, gagging me and stretching my throat open. Then suddenly Grouch’s cock jerked in my mouth. In my ignorance, I had forgotten he may cum. Now a hot stream of doggy-jism shot down my throat, then another, as I struggled to free myself from his staff. Groucho pumped harder, jamming his cock into my mouth as he continued to feed his load to me.

I gagged, choked, then swallowed, then swallowed again as his pumping doggy-dick slowed, then stopped. Finally I pulled my mouth away from his cock just in time to see the knot mushroom in size bigger than my fist. My God, I thought. That thing would have killed me if I had allowed it to expand in my mouth. Several minutes passed as Groucho and I lay on the carpeted floor regaining our breath. I couldn’t believe I had just given a dog a blow job. The salty, almost sweet cum he had deposited so forcefully down my throat stuck to my insides like a thick bowl of oatmeal.

After a while I rolled over with the intent of going into the bathroom to wash, but Groucho knocked me onto my hands and knees. He quickly mounted me from behind like I was a bitch in-heat. Maybe I smelled like one, I don’t know, but I panicked and stifled a scream struggling to stand against his weight.

Groucho had me pinned, but I didn’t believe anything else would happen. Surely he couldn’t find his mark without my help, and there’s no way that’s going to happen. I had no intention of taking this any further. Groucho pumped his hips and I watched almost amused as his huge cock swung around my thighs, searching for its target.

“Enough, Groucho!” I commanded in a whisper, not wanting my parents to find me in this situation.

Groucho’s weight on my shoulders is becoming unbearable, so I relaxed my arms and rested my head on the carpet. I figured in a few minutes he would tire of this game and release me. Then I got the shock of my life as his cock brushed against my virgin pussy lips. It’s just a lucky stab in the dark, I thought, but it had shown me the impossible could happen. That’s when I began to get nervous and struggled harder to gain my freedom.

I swatted my arm at Groucho to no avail. Then, in animalistic determination to breed, Groucho wrapped his huge jaws around the back of my neck. He didn’t bite me, but he let me know I’m to sit still. Again, his cock brushed my pussy lips.

I shifted my ass away from his assaulting weapon, then shifted back the other way – straight onto his cock. The pointy head lodged between my pussy lips. I grimaced, preparing myself for the inevitable. I ‘m on the floor of my own bedroom, with my parents downstairs and I’m about to be raped by a dog with a cock the size of a baseball bat.

I squirmed again in a final effort to break free. Groucho gripped my neck tighter, then pumped his monstrous cock into me. I buried my face into the carpet and screamed as his entire length found a home inside of me. In one thrust this beast had stolen my cherry, splitting me wide open like a watermelon.

For several minutes he worked his cock in and out of my now well-worn pussy before I feel the familiar jerking sensation again. As he dumped another load into me, I felt his cock grow. I shrieked, thinking of the thick knot mushrooming inside of me.

Again, I lurched forward, but it was too late. Groucho had locked onto me. My pussy is now swollen with his massive cock and knot as it jammed against my pelvic bone. For over twenty-minutes he lay on top of me, his jaws locked around my neck, and his cock locked deep inside of me.

The next day Mr. Platki returned – mercifully early – and retrieved Groucho.

*****

I often thought about that night as I finished College, not sharing my secrets nor my body with anyone until now. Tomorrow is my wedding day and I wonder if my future husband will notice that I’m not a virgin. I plan to scream and let him think he has popped my cherry. I’m sure he would be devastated to know that a ten inch dog cock has already had done that.

The End.

 

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26 Comments on The Neighbour’s Dog Took My Virginity

26 Comments

  1. My wife and I own a five year old Great Dane and she jacks him off and lets him fuck her while I watch. So Hot!!!

    1. you have a great wife, my wife let our dogs lick her asshole and pussy,never been fucked by one yet.

    2. Damn, that is so hot ! Wish my wife was like yours . I’ve watch other men fuck her. That is hot too !Watching a dog fuck her and her , getting his knot stuck inside her, would be awesome !

  2. Holy shit i would love to be fucked by a doggie cock or any cock for that matter

  3. I take it 3x week me gaybottom love his big cock knot love feel his doggie cum in me.

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