The Virgin’s Dog

By Unknown.
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“Oh wow, am I ever sweaty,” Gayle sighed, tossing her tennis racket on the bed and stripping her t-shirt off. Her small, firm tits were white in contrast to the tan of her chest and belly, and as she wiggled out of her shorts, she admired her slender body in the mirror. She’d just had a terrific match with a friend on the big clay-court that belonged to Gayle’s father. The two of them had gone at each other without letup until finally Gayle’s opponent, Tricia Worley, had tired enough to let Gayle get a few just over the net and win. Gayle enjoyed violent exercise. It made her skin flush and her heart pound. She was sure it had something to do with sex too. Because when she was fatigued like this, she always became aroused. Slipping thumbs over the elastic of her panties, she skinned them down and, with a graceful movement of her small foot, kicked the musky undies across the room.

“Oh boy, this shower will sure feel good. Or maybe I’ll have a bath today.” She was looking at her naked body in the mirror. The sheen of drying sweat on her skin made a thrill go through her cunt. “Yeah, a good long soak in a hot tub and then…” She bit her lip. Since she’d turned sixteen, it was hard to take a bath and not touch her delicate, most feminine places. Tricia, who was a few months older, told her that if she did it just right, something wonderful would happen. The word was ‘orgasm.’ But Tricia swore too that what actually happened was far more interesting than that rather clinical word. Tricia made it out to be almost religious. And since she’d learned the knack, Tricia did it every day. That’s what she told Gayle.

The jingle of a collar tag told Gayle that Prince, her sleek Doberman, was looking for her. The jingle grew louder, then stopped.

“In here, Prince,” she called, clapping her hands. The black dog rounded the corner, tail nub wagging. He came to her for a thorough scratching, and Gayle obliged. Then she went to her bathroom to start her tub running.

She was leaning over the tub, adjusting the faucets when she felt something brush her exposed cunt mound. The rub came harder, hard enough to part her sweaty cuntlips. The strangest tingle she’d ever experienced rippled through her. As the shock set in, Gayle realized that her dog had just stroked his tongue along her crevice. He’d licked her clit!

“Prince! Bad boy!” she turned, still crouching, her cute round face set in a frown. Prince just panted as happily as before and seemed to be looking for another opening. She lifted a hand as if to smack him, and the dog dove forward. His tongue wet her right tit, bringing the small pink nipple up out of its dimpled areola. Shocked, Gayle looked down to see the dog’s saliva glistening there.

“What’s gotten into you?” She was squatting, facing her pet, and the stretching of her cunt mound had opened it. She could feel the heated membranes exposed to the air, and her heart picked up speed. But she was in a mild state of shock too. Her large, blue eyes were fastened on what was taking place under her Doberman’s belly. His furry sheath bulged at the end, and something pushed his dark-pink cock slickly into view. It was as streamlined as a rocket ship with only a slight ridge where the cockhead was. Gayle had learned that much about anatomy, but since Prince was such a well-behaved dog, she rarely glimpsed his sex organ at close range. Her emotions were mixed. She still had the urge to punish him for being so unruly. But the way his cock grew fascinated her. It was throbbing. It was glossy with the animal’s lubrication. She stared, ashamed to be interested in the secrets of a mere dog. Even if he was her loyal and loving pet.

“I really should thrash you, you wicked dog!” But Gayle was smiling. And blushing. She gave him a playful push and made him leave the bathroom. As she closed the door behind him, Gayle noticed that her hands were shaking. “What would make him want to lick a human girl?” she pondered aloud. “I don’t smell like a dog. I don’t have fur like a dog. I must not even be very pretty to a Doberman like Prince.”

Gayle turned the water off and climbed into the tub. She sank back to let the sweat melt from her skin, her eyes closed as she tried to think of other things. She wanted to go shopping if Daddy would lend her the Mercedes. There was a cute little dress she’d seen in a shop window in Paxton Springs. She didn’t dare tell her older sister about the dress because Cindy would beat her to it if she did. Cindy was eighteen and wore almost the same size clothes as did Gayle. Cindy was bigger breasted, but she usually chose frocks that tended toward tightness to show off her perfectly rounded tits.

“Mine are perfect too,” Gayle said aloud, “they’re just smaller.” She splashed hot water over the nipple that had been licked by her Doberman, and a thrill went through her. She soaped a palm and began to stroke the nub with circular movements until the tingle in her cunt had grown more intense.

“Hmmm, that’s nice.” She soaped both palms now and let her other nipple share in the excitement. The pleasure in her cunt was becoming very strong now! She could feel that little clit-bump growing. It grew tumid and plump when she rubbed her nipples. Once, she’d even squatted over a mirror and watched it push out from behind its fleshy hood. For some reason, she thought of Prince and the way his red cock had exposed itself.

“Ugh, how awful. Imagine the poor girl dog who has to put up with that thing inside her.” Gayle was still a virgin, and she had not come to grips with the mysterious and somewhat messy facts of life quite yet. She was fascinated by the idea of sexual intercourse but scared at the same time. She’d heard stories about what happened when a boy got too excited.

Tricia, Gayle’s best friend, told of how she’d gotten into a wrestling match with her cousin when she was only fourteen. The boy had been a few years older, and Tricia had become curious as to why he kept wriggling around so much when he was trying to pin her. She had described to Gayle how the contest had become something very different. Her cousin had started kissing her, and his eyes had glazed. He’d moved his hips around in a funny kind of way, and Tricia had grown a little excited herself. She knew vaguely that her cousin’s strange behavior had something to do with sex.

She also knew that cousins weren’t supposed to do such things with each other, even if they weren’t all the way naked. Then Tricia had felt the boy jerk and gasp, and she’d become aware of something hot and sticky down where that hard thing had been rubbing against her crotch. The boy had collapsed then, and Tricia had had to push him off of her. She’d related in some detail exactly how slick that stuff was, how it smelled, and how it felt when she dabbed a finger into it and rubbed it against her thumb.

Wallowing in her warm tub, Gayle found these memories keenly exciting. She began to wonder just what a boy’s cum was really like. Tricia had hinted that the stuff was pretty awful. But Gayle thought her friend was saying that for her benefit. She had a strong suspicion that Tricia had enjoyed the sordid little scene with her cousin. And though Tricia had no other stories to tell, Gayle wondered if she’d played again with the boy.

Suddenly Gayle had the strongest urge to explore her cunt. Yet she felt somewhat guilty for having been licked by her own dog and then remembering with exquisite detail the lewd story Tricia had told her almost a year ago. No, she wouldn’t allow herself that pleasure. It would be a punishment for her naughty daydreaming. She stepped out of the tub, dried herself briskly, and searched in a drawer for a fresh pair of panties. She didn’t hear the jingle of Prince’s collar until he was in the room. Gayle was about to turn when his hot, damp nose was pressed between her thighs, and he nuzzled upward against the plump, white lips of her cunt. The sparse curls of brown parted, and her cuntlips opened with a wet sound.

“Ohhh!” Gayle clung to the edge of her dresser as she struggled with the conflicting forces of her own conscience and the jolt of pure pleasure that had shimmered through her belly. “You awful doggy! Get back, getaway!”

She fled toward her bed, the powerful animal in close pursuit. Sitting heavily on the edge of the mattress, Gayle shoved at Prince’s head with both hands. But he burrowed past her ineffectual defenses, and again his sharp nose opened the lips of her cunt. She tried to squeeze him out with her knees, but her strength was failing. She was staring down as his pink tongue flicked out. How long it was! How wet it was! And the heat of it… the heat sent tingles up her spine, made her thin shoulders shaking.

“No… don’t do the-th-that… bad dog… baaaaad!” cried Gayle.

Her cunt was blooming now, the delicate inner surfaces exposing themselves as her flesh swelled from the friction of the dog’s licking. Gayle felt as if she’d slipped into another dimension. Her small hands rested on the dog’s head, but she wasn’t trying to push him away anymore. She couldn’t. She didn’t have control of her will now. It was that damnable pleasure that had destroyed it, that and the lewd fascination that locked her eyes on what Prince was doing. He liked it, liked the way she smelled and tasted! This fact alone thrilled her past the ability to reason.

“Ohhh, ohhhh, wow! Ohhhh, that’s just too m-m-much!”

Hot tickles of fire brought her clit surging out, it’s sensitive and pearly headhunting for the source of the pleasure. Prince’s tongue found the glistening nub, and the most powerful thrill of all made Gayle suck her tummy in deeply under her ribs.

But she knew she couldn’t allow this to go on! She just couldn’t. She shook her head, her light brown hair flying out over her shoulders.

“Uhh, stop… ohhhh god, don’t do that, Prince! Bad dog! Very b-b-bad dog!”

It was no use. Her strength had been absorbed by the passionate waves of ecstasy that seemed to ride the surface of her skin. The soft, licking slurp of the dog’s tongue against her exposed cunt-flesh added to her excitement, weakening her further. Her nipples had budded too, and she longed to touch them. What had happened to her willpower? Her pet’s tongue had diluted it so much that it was useless, that’s what had happened to it. How could she resist pleasure so pure and breathtaking as she was now experiencing?

“Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, God, if you don’t stop… if you… ohhhhhh!” Gayle moaned passionately.

The dog nuzzled deeper. His black nose had opened her inner folds now, and she could feel his breath scorching her poor little clit. Well, it wasn’t so little as it had been. She saw the pulsing tip of it for a second, and then she could only see Prince’s tongue swathing it with hot saliva.

Whimpering in defeat, Gayle sank back to lie upon her back on the bed, her slender legs hanging off the edge of the mattress as she gouged the carpet with both heels. Knowing he had won, Prince spread her thighs wider with his shoulders and lapped hungrily at her parted pussy. She could feel her juices flowing out and could feel them being slurped up by her loving pet. Shudders of glowing warmth spread upward from her cunt and sent electric thrills down her long, tan legs. Her toes spread apart from the constant friction against her cunt. Her nipples felt like rubies on her chest, and she gave in to the passion that had taken her, bringing her palms up to excite the tender bumps of tit-flesh.

“Oh, ohhh, my God! Ohhhh, this is awful…”

It was incredible too. She’d touched herself before but had never experienced the full flush of excitement that Prince was giving her.

“Nhhhaaaah, something funny is happening to me! I’m getting all shivery and hot! Ohh God, ohhhh God, God, God!”

The muscles in her thighs tightened. Her fingernails dug into her palms. She flopped her head back and forth on the bed as her hungry pet made a mess of her blossomed pink cunt. The itchiness was growing so intense that Gayle wondered if she could bear it much longer. Of course, she knew what was happening to her. She was going to have an orgasm. Her dog was going to lick her and make her come! That taboo word thrilled her as it ran through her thoughts. But she was so guilty! It was bad enough to listen to Tricia’s lewd stories, but to let her own pet lick her cunt until she came was unthinkably perverse!

Again, Gayle struggled against the Doberman’s hungry attack. She pushed at his head with both hands, whimpering weakly all the while. But the dog had a taste of her delightful young twat, and he wasn’t going to give it up without a fight. Under his belly, she could see his huge cock now. It seemed fully extended, and the tip had grown into a streamlined barb. Lubrication dripped from the thing as it swung back and forth when Prince dug his hind paws in to brace himself against Gayle’s flailing hands.

“Stop… ohhhh, stop, damn it, or I’m gonna… gonna… ohhh shit! Ohhhhh, no!”

The first excruciating tickle sparked through her. It was something like an electric shock, but there was no pain or discomfort. Only the most lovely pleasure she’d ever felt. Her fists dropped, and she fell back on the mattress again. Shouldering her squeezed thighs wide again, the Doberman growled and covered the entire length of her crevice with his open jaws. His tongue dug and gouged into the fleshy flower of her inner lips. His breath scorched her wonderfully!

Gayle knew now that she was beyond help. Her slim ass began to dance on the bed. With convulsive movements, she thrust her open cunt up and down against the dog’s licking. She didn’t want to move like that. She wasn’t even thinking about it. It was the maddening itch, the insatiable hunger that had suddenly overtaken her. She couldn’t get enough of that cursed tongue! She couldn’t rub back against the dog’s licking mouth quite enough! Her heart fluttered like it might fail totally, and her breathing was wild and ragged.

Gayle pinched both her tits, and her tummy heaved rapidly as the Doberman lapped more furiously than ever. It was as if he knew what was happening to her. Her excitement had excited him. Gayle looked down over her belly to see his hindquarters hunching in the familiar movements of fucking. Then another burst of pleasure exhilarated her so intensely that she couldn’t focus anymore. How could it get any better? But it did. The next explosion was the first erotic spasm of her climax! It made her give a squeal that lasted only seconds because another hot storm between her cuntlips choked it off. She reveled in the ecstasy. Her young hips leaped around on the bed. Her clit was a burning sun, throbbing, inflaming all her senses to the utmost sensitivity.

“Ahhhggg, ahhhhgggg, ahhhhhhhh!” she babbled, biting blood from her lip.

She’d never dreamed in all her life that coming would be like this! The tender spots between each toe tickled. Her armpits glowed and grew damp. Her earlobes felt extra-sensitive, and the touch of her ass against the bed was pleasurable. Even her tight little asshole throbbed with the passion she was experiencing!

“Ohhh, I’m gonna die… nhhhaaahhh!”

Then as suddenly as the shivering paradise had encompassed her slim body, it was replaced by pain. Now Prince’s tongue hurt! With a cry of pain, Gayle brought a leg up and back and drove against the dog’s body with all her might. He yelped and staggered back, and Gayle used the moment to clasp both her hands over her ravished cunt. She was surprised to feel how swollen it was! Never before had her dainty flesh exploded into such a plump, slippery flower as now bulged between her thighs.

She sat there on the edge of the bed, watching her Doberman. But he seemed to know that she wasn’t going to allow any more of his fun and games. He lowered himself onto his haunches and licked his chops. His cock was still very long and very shiny. Gayle stared at it, her tits rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

“Oh my God, I can hardly believe it happened.” But it had happened. And as soon as Gayle pushed her dog out of the room and closed the door again, she threw herself across her bed and began to sob with shame and disgust.

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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