My Gang Rape by Wild Dogs

By indianbitch.

My school was out for the summer, and I couldn’t wait to get home, bask in the sun, and do as little as possible. I stripped out of my shoes and basic white socks, enjoying the feeling of the grass and dirt on my bare soles. I still wore my plaid skirt and white blouse. For some odd reason, I felt compelled to cut through the woods to get home. Little did I know the trouble I was in for.

A path cut through the woods, sprinkled with pine needles and dead leaves. They clung to my bare feet as I walked through the woods. Pretty soon, I came to a creek. Usually, there is a bit of a current, but today, it is calm, and I can see my reflection perfectly. I look in the water like a mirror, pulling my long hair into a ponytail.

I’m starting to sweat, and the perfect outline of my perky b-cup breasts and nipples is evident through my thin white blouse. “Fuck!”

I hadn’t worn a bra intentionally but hadn’t counted on this. I felt practically naked. Yeah. I was hot shit for an eighteen-year-old. And I flaunted it every chance I got. But mom couldn’t see me like this.

I knelt, took my backpack off, and peeked inside. Usually, I keep an extra set of gym clothes with me. “Shit!” Not today.

Something rustled in the brush behind me. Startled, I fumbled with the pack and dropped it. A dog, a mangy dirty mutt, came forth, panting. I held out my hand for him to smell. He growled, sniffing the air. I lowered my head and tried to remain calm.

More rustling in the brush. Three more dogs came out. That was the gang of Great Danes. They looked malnourished, but all these dogs looked big. Perhaps they were wild dogs? I didn’t know and, at the time, didn’t care.

As I watched the one growling in front of me, another, a scraggly Great Dane, grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back. I lost my balance and fell backward. The dog released as another bit my thigh, tugging the plaid skirt. I threw my hands up to protect my face.

Suddenly, the one growling prodded my thigh with his cold nose, sniffing. I shivered. His long, raspy tongue snaked out and across my cotton panties. I could feel his tongue probing my vagina. I tried to close my legs, but a quick nip and I knew not to mess with him. I began to cry. Another nip and his teeth caught in the fabric.

He was getting aggravated, and foolishly, I thought perhaps if I tossed them aside, they would be more interested in them. I rolled them cautiously down my thighs and over my ankles. The dog followed them as I took them off, and as I tossed them as far as I could, I rolled over onto my knees, attempting to hurry off. Big Mistake!

The Greta Dane was on my back. Their teeth clamped on my ponytail as his weight was on my back. He was tugging, pulling my head back. Wait… He was hunching, humping against my exposed ass as my skirt rode up around my waist. Something warm and moist, a rubbery feeling, touched my thigh. I dared tug my head forth and looked back between my legs.

“Oh God, NO!” I screamed, shaking uncontrollably as the full scope of what was happening dawned on me.

He humped against me, his huge weight pinning me. I was sweating profusely now. His powerful forepaws wrapped tight around my tiny waist, and he fucked hard against me. His pointy red cock was so warm. I could feel it poking but not finding a hole. I tried to move, wiggling my ass to avoid him. But he seemed to catch on. He went still, readjusting himself on his hind legs, still with his forepaws wrapped around me.

He moved forward, causing me to tilt on my hands, my ass raised a little more, bare feet in the air behind me. And suddenly, he slipped inside and simultaneously began fucking me, pistoning in and out. It felt like a fiery hot poker. I didn’t care who came now, and I screamed.

It grew larger inside me. I could feel it swelling, stretching my tight cunt. I began to cry, sobbing hysterically, and my body began to respond. This seemed to upset me worse. I zoned out. I remember feeling pine needles on my legs, and I rested my head on my arms.

I remember seeing the other dogs and could not help but look between their legs, their cocks emerging from their sheathes. Red, pointy cocks, twitching as if in anticipation. I tried to think of something else. Anything. But I could feel it building in me. My hips arched, involuntarily rolling, bucking back to meet his jackhammer thrusts. My toes curled in the air, my cunt muscles clasping, tightening around him. Squeezing. I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

Something new. Weird. I could feel something new now, swelling against me. The Great Dane fucks me harder. “OHHH!!”

Now, it’s in me. Whatever it is, it’s swelling in me, stretching me further. This brings my clit up against his cock, and suddenly I’m shaking, racked with a series of orgasms. ‘Be somewhere else,’ I tell myself, not wanting to admit how good it feels. Suddenly, like a firehose, he explodes inside me. It’s so warm! I lower my head, moaning as I cum again. My vision blurs.

I can feel his cock twitch, sending more spurts of cum deep inside my womb. I scream again. He hops off my back, but he’s still in me. He turns around, hind leg turning over my ass as he turns ass to me. But he’s still in me. He drags me backward with his cock still lodged inside me. This hurt, and I began to cry again. Another dog laps at my underarms, nipping at my blouse. He licks the sweat from my skin. God. They reek. The dog inside me slips out, and I tuck my feet under my ass as warm doggy cum flows from me down my thighs, some dripping onto my soles. My cunt hurts. I don’t think I can move. I can feel the cum so warm, sloshing around inside me.

The mutt comes forth and leaps onto my back.

“NO!” I cry out, but it’s too late. He slips inside me easily, pounding away. My stomach hurts. With each thrust, more cum leaks out and down my thighs. God, they stink.

I’m crying. It hurts so bad and still feels so wonderful. He slips out, still humping. I lick my hand, reach back under me, and grasp him. He fucks my hand, his juices splashing onto my belly and over my bald-shaven pussy. He goes still exploding in massive spurts on my skin and my blouse, and some splashes onto my cheek.

The thought dances around, but I don’t dare taste it. Eeww!

And then, he, too, is off me. I roll onto my back. My cunt aches. Two more dogs. I grasp one by his hairy sheathe, stroking him. I can’t afford any more abuse on my battered cunt. The other is at my feet, licking the sticky dog cum off my soles.

‘They’re dogs. It’s their nature. They don’t know better,’ I tell myself. As I stroke the scraggly mutt left over, I rub the underbelly of the fourth dog with my bare foot. He humps back against my soft sole.

Before I even think about it, I extend the tip of my tongue and lick the tip of the mutt’s cock. Not bad. Kind of coppery tasting. A bit nutty. If that makes sense. I lose all care as I begin deep-throating the massive cock in my mouth. I continue jerking him with my hands. The other dog lets out a whine, and suddenly warm jets of dog cum flood up my leg. Still cumming, he completely covers my small foot in warm sticky goo.

The final dog continues fucking my face, and without warning, suddenly, he too explodes. With such force, it goes up my nose, and I gag. His cock twitches, cumming all over the front of my shirt and on my wrinkled skirt.

The last one licks my face, and they are all gone. I lie there a while. I try and take in what’s happened. It’s both fascinating and disturbing for me. I gather my strength, clean myself off in the water, and continue home. I look and smell horrible. Wet dog. Sweat. The thick, musky smell of sex. I walk without other cares. Dog cum leaks down my thighs.

I walk through the garden gate of my backyard. I’m at the back door.

 

The End.

 

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