Those Dog Days of August

By Rachael Ross (rache696@yahoo.com)
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My life changed just after turning eighteen and moving into a new life at Community College. That’s how I liked to think of it. After leaving the modest village where I’d grown up, I moved to the modest town where I was attending college. I wanted to be a graphic artist or something, but I wasn’t sure. But I liked art, and I was good at it anyway. So those were the kind of classes I took while I worked part-time at Sears, dressing mannequins and putting up decorations and displays.

It was a good job, even if it only paid enough for my rent and just enough food to keep me from starving. My parents sent me a little every month, and I’d be okay, except I was lonely. It was a new town, and I didn’t know anyone except my landlady. She was an older woman, divorced and renting out the small apartment above her garage. It wasn’t much, but I could afford it. The hard part had been convincing her to let me have the place because she was one of those religious prudes.

“You’re not a hussy, are you?” she’d asked me, and I’d blinked and reddened and wondered how anyone could be that rude.

“N-No, ma’am,” I’d told her. “I’m, uh… I’ve never… I don’t…”

“Hmph,” she’d snorted, looking me up and down.

I’d found myself wishing I’d worn something other than my rough cut-offs and the little pink t-shirt that showed off my belly button. It had been summer, though, the dog days of August, and just standing in the shade of her front porch had been hot enough to make me sweat. I sure wasn’t going to walk around town dressed in my Sunday best, and it wasn’t my fault that I’d grown up beautiful. My landlady, the old widow Mrs. Perkin’s, was the old woman who found that suspicious. Like beautiful was just trouble waiting to happen.

“I’m still a virgin,” I confessed that afternoon, blushing all the more because a thing like that wasn’t anyone’s business but mine. Not hers anyways, but the way she looked down her nose at me made me nervous. “I don’t even have a boyfriend anymore.”

“What happened to him?” she asked me, peering down her nose with old, grey eyes like I might have buried the boy in my backyard.

“He joined the army,” I’d told her truthfully. “They closed the mill, and there aren’t a lot of jobs back home, so…”

“Well, you look like a hussy to me,” the widow had sniffed.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not,” I’d looked down and frowned at my rather large, firm breasts and kicked myself mentally for not wearing a bra. I began to walk away, thinking she would never let me stay there.

“Hold on now, Missy,” Mrs. Perkins said, making me turn back, “I’m prepared to give you a chance.”

“Thank you so much,” I smiled and went inside to sign the simple rental agreement giving Mrs. Perkin’s very nearly all the cash I’d brought with me. I wouldn’t be moving in yet. I’d go back home and get my things first, but I was moving for sure, and I felt somewhat relieved.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you,” she’d warned me as I left. “And you best keep an eye on some of the boys around here.”

“Ma’am?”

“You might want to cover yourself up some,” she’d said with a cluck of her tongue, looking up and down my long, tanned legs, which were well-toned like the rest of me.

“Yes, ma’am,” I’d nodded thoughtfully, pulling some blonde hair out of my blue eyes.

I won’t pretend any false modesty because I know I’m attractive, but I’ve learned to deal with boys and even men. My old boyfriend, the one in the army, had often tried hard to get into my panties, but I’d managed to fend him off. A little kissing was lovely, and occasionally his hands would wander to find my breasts, but that was as far as we’d gone for the two years we’d dated.

My sex drive had never been much to brag about, unlike some girls I’d known in school. Doing more than kissing didn’t interest me a lot, although I’d been sorely tempted to give my boyfriend a little more than that as he’d gotten closer to shipping off for the army.

I’d ended up giving him a hand job in the back seat of his daddy’s car. That had been the first and only time I’d seen an erection in my life and, indeed, the only time I’d ever touched one! I hadn’t done a good job of jerking him off probably, but he hadn’t complained, and I did kiss him nice and let him play with my tits through my sweater. When he came, it surprised me, just because I’d had no idea what to expect. It seemed disgusting, and I’d wiped that stuff off my fingers in a hurry. That was the full extent of my sexual expertise, as I’m afraid.

As I walked home from work late one Friday evening, I stopped walking as a large, shadowy figure crossed the sidewalk in front of me. “Oh!” I said, getting a fright.

It was a dog, I realized, and a large one too, although I couldn’t say for sure what breed or anything. I’d never owned a dog, but I knew people who did, and I wouldn’t say I was afraid of them or anything. At least, not the nice ones, you know. This dog seemed nice enough since he was mainly ignoring me. He’d crossed the path in front of me and found an old maple tree, sniffing around it while I watched and relieving himself the way dogs do.

I stood there for a moment and then started walking again. I’d seen a few dogs around the neighborhood in the few weeks I’d been living there, but I didn’t remember seeing this one before. Not that I should have, I mean. He was just a dog. So long as he wasn’t rabid or anything, I was pretty content to let him go his way while I walked the last couple blocks to my apartment above the garage.

“Nice doggy,” I said, suddenly nervous as he approached me. “Good boy. Uh. Go home now. Go on.”

When I’d started walking, he’d lifted his head at the click-clicking of my heels on the sidewalk. Even though I was just an assistant in the Sears art department, I still had to wear the uniform that all the sales girls wore if a customer saw me. That wasn’t so bad anyway, being a modest blue skirt and matching blazer with a white blouse. I wore a pair of sheer pantyhose and my underwear, of course. And cheap, close-toed shoes from Pay-Less in black leather with two-inch heels. I had my purse, and it was still early autumn, so the evening was cool but hardly cold.

Anyway, the dog had noticed me, and then he’d come walking over as I’d stopped once again. I seemed to remember hearing that you shouldn’t run from a dog for some reason. So I stood still, and when he came close, I extended my left hand slowly, trying not to show any fear. He was a big dog, though, as I said, his shoulders reached my hips and his head nearly to my breasts as he stood there. His legs were long, and he looked healthy, very strong and muscular beneath his dark fur, and his eyes seemed to glow amber beneath the streetlights.

“Nice doggy,” I repeated as he bent his nose to my fingers, sniffing at them and giving my hand a cautious lick. I swallowed hard as I saw his teeth, long and sharp as his rough, wet tongue slipped between them.

After a few seconds, he stepped even closer, and I felt a small jolt of adrenaline, a shot of genuine fear, as the dog pressed his nose to my left leg just above the knee. He sniffed me there and lifted his head, dragging his nose up my stocking until he reached the hem of my skirt.

“Stop,” I said, but not forcefully, and I cleared my throat as his nose went under my skirt, lifting it slightly as the animal continued to explore my leg.

“No!” I said, taking a step and then another as he stood there. “Go home!”

He ignored me, and I looked over my shoulder as the animal circled me slowly. He sniffed at the back of my knees and the under my skirt, with his long snout reaching for my butt, and I swatted at him nervously. I started walking away, and the dog watched me for a moment and then turned his head as if looking around. The night was quiet, though, and there was little to occupy his attention except for me. He started following me, not quickly, but matching my pace and staying perhaps a dozen feet behind me to my apartment.

Naturally, I was pretty nervous by then. A strange dog was following me home. A huge one and I wasn’t sure why. I’d never been the sort of girl who collected pets or anything. I’d had a cat, but she hadn’t been much of a pet. Cats rarely are, in my opinion. I’d had a goldfish too, but it isn’t much you can do with a fish except forget to feed it once too often and then give it a tearful burial down the toilet. So this was a new experience, being followed by a dog, and while I was nervous and even a little frightened perhaps, I think most people would understand when I say that seeing stray pet tugs at the heartstrings.

There’s a natural affinity between humans and certain animals, like dogs, for example. I suspected that he was probably lonely, hungry, and maybe lost. A large dog like that must belong to someone. He was undoubtedly healthy enough and didn’t stink of garbage or anything like that. The dog was reasonably clean and well-groomed. So I figured someone was probably missing him, and he hadn’t barked at me or even growled. I wouldn’t say he was overly friendly, definitely not playful or anything, but he wasn’t mean either.

So, I did what most people would do under the circumstances. I climbed the stairs to my apartment, unlocked my door, and looked down to see the dog sitting patiently on the paved driveway, staring up at me. He even wagged his tail when he saw my face, I swear, just a little wag, nothing too enthusiastic, and I smiled at that. He seemed to smile back at me, but he didn’t. My loneliness asserted itself because it was hard living alone in a strange, new town.

“Okay,” I patted my thigh. “You want something to eat?”

That invitation seemed to be all the dog was waiting for, and he climbed the stairs slowly, bobbing his head up and down, and his tail wagged from side to side. He was undoubtedly well-trained, I thought, or maybe well-mannered, is a better way to say it. Do dogs have manners? I guessed they did, judging from the way this one was acting. He didn’t run or bark, and I was glad of that because I wasn’t entirely sure if I could have a dog in my apartment or not. I’d have to check my lease, but I wasn’t keeping him anyway. This would be a one-night deal, and then I’d find his owner and get him back where he belonged.

That was my plan anyway.

“You’re going to be a good dog, right?” I asked him, closing the door after he’d walked into the apartment.

He wagged his tail and looked around, sniffing the air.

I had a small place, no doubt about it. One large room served as my living room, dining room, and bedroom. The place had come furnished with old but comfortable furniture. I slept on a hide-away sofa, except it was annoying to pull the bed out and put it back every day, so mostly I slept on the sofa and left the bed folded up inside it. I had a couple of end tables with lamps and a coffee table that I used for a dining table since I was using that for a desk and all my homework was on it. A small television on a small stand, a bookcase with old, worn paperbacks and magazines from twenty years before completing the room.

The place had a full bathroom with an actual bathtub which surprised me, but I was glad to have it. I like baths more than showers. And I had a tiny kitchen with a refrigerator and stove and just enough counter space for my toaster oven. It was a present from my only brother. A toaster oven. I guess it was probably a good idea, and I did use it, but that had been about the last thing I’d ever expected to get for my eighteenth birthday the previous June.

“No collar, huh?” I frowned at the dog as I kicked off my shoes. “Okay, let’s see what we’ve got. Are you hungry?”

That was a silly question. All dogs are hungry, right? I was a little hungry, too, and I didn’t have much food in my refrigerator, but I had some pot pies in the freezer, and I figured one of those would probably make him happy. They aren’t that tasty, but they are cheap, so I turned on the oven to preheat it, which would take ten minutes or so.

“Hey! Uh. Okay, nice dog.” I blinked over my shoulder as the animal startled me, pushing his nose once more to the back of my knee.

He gave my leg a lick through the sheer pantyhose and then surprised me with a soft growl. I frowned and turned around to face him. He was huge, and his presence made the kitchen seem even smaller than it was. I felt my heart beating a little faster, and I hitched a sharp breath as the dog’s nose pushed its way between my thighs and under my skirt.

“Stop that!” I told him, scolding the animal and reluctantly pushing my hands against his thick neck. “Be nice! Good doggy, remember?”

I really hoped he wouldn’t bite me, and I didn’t try to grab him but only pushed the dog back. He surprised me by not resisting at all. He let me push him away, giving me his amber eyes and a curious cock of his head. He licked his lips and stood there while I tried to figure out what I would do with a dog that was nearly as big as I was. The dog was probably bigger than me if you thought about it practically.

He must have weighed somewhere around 125 pounds, maybe even more than that, while I was all of 110 soaking-wet. If he’d stood on his hind legs, the dog probably could have looked me in the eyes or close to it. I’m about 5’6″ tall, and just because I stood on two feet instead of four, I didn’t feel superior to the animal. Not at all.

I was somewhat intimidated by him simply because he was large and very muscular, very healthy. I could see his muscles ripple beneath his short, black fur when he moved, and I imagined this was the sort of dog bred for hunting or something like that. He didn’t seem to be the sort of pet who would be content to lie down all day at his owner’s feet, put it that way. And not only because he was so strong, but the look on his face, the steady gaze of his amber eyes. He had some strange confidence. It seemed to me. The dog wasn’t afraid of me, he wasn’t intimidated, and I got the sense that he was just observing me, if that makes any sense.

It didn’t make any sense to me, and I dismissed my thoughts immediately, walking around him and out of the kitchen. I wanted to change clothes as I’d been wearing my Sears outfit for some six hours already, and my bra was annoying, and my feet hurt, and I wanted to take a bath. Once I got the pot pies in the oven, I’d have forty minutes to relax in the tub, and then we could eat and watch some television maybe and just go to sleep. That seemed like a good idea to me anyway.

“What’s your name, boy?” I wondered, looking at the dog as he sat down on the thin carpet, content to watch me as I removed my blazer. “I have to call you something, huh?”

He looked at me, his heavy tail thumping on the floor as I spoke. He seemed to like the attention, as anyone would, I supposed. “How about Jack?” I wondered with a smile. “You’re black anyway.”

The dog didn’t care, and I draped my blazer over the sofa and started unbuttoning the blouse.

“I guess it doesn’t matter, does it?” I said. “We’ll get you home tomorrow.”

The next day, Saturday, was a day off for me. I didn’t have school or work on the weekends, and that would have been nice, but for the fact that I had nothing better to do. At least my first few in that new town, Weekends were rather dull. I guess that’s obvious, though, since I was spending my Friday night cooking chicken pot pies and talking to a dog. Too much of that, I thought, and I’d be ready for the funny farm.

“Don’t look, boy,” I laughed lightly, getting another wag as I removed my blouse from my slender shoulders.

He did look, though, and strange as it may seem, I felt somewhat self-conscious standing there in my bra. Of course, I still had my skirt on and my pantyhose, but from the waist up, I wore only the thin white lace of my bra, and the dog was staring at me with his curious amber eyes. Intelligent eyes, I thought for no particular reason, except he reminded me somehow of some of the men who’d stared at me as I’d grown up. I’d never been comfortable with that sort of attention, the looks and hungry gaze of the boys in school and their fathers in the small town where I’d lived.

The dog reminded me of them, but I didn’t know why and tried to laugh it off. He was only a dog, an animal, and perhaps he wanted some dinner and a scratch behind the ears later, a warm place to sleep on the floor. But he was only a dog, and I felt silly worrying over his watchful interest. I reached behind me to find the clasp of my bra and undid it easily so that the shoulder straps were immediately loose and the cups fell away from my breasts slightly.

He licked his lips and cocked his head in that curious way I’d seen before, and I realized his eyes weren’t on my face. They had been while I’d spoken to him, but now he was looking lower, staring at my partially exposed breasts. They’re not overly large, just C cups, but they look larger than they are with my naturally thin build. My breasts are firm too, proud and topped with dark nipples pointing up as much as out.

They’d certainly earned me more attention than I’d been comfortable with back home and even around college and at the store where I worked. I’d seen the looks from strangers, ignoring them, but I couldn’t have expected such a thing from a dog!

He was looking at my tits, I was sure of it, and I had no idea why. I’ll admit I’m no expert on dogs, but I’m no dummy either. Perhaps it was just my bra, the way it was loose and odd-looking to the animal. I thought the movement probably caught his attention, but even so, I felt myself warming all over. I turned my back to him without really thinking about it, except no man had ever seen my breasts naked. I reminded myself that he wasn’t a man, just a dog. All the same, I felt timid suddenly, and I didn’t like his eyes on me, so I turned and considered undressing in the bathroom.

The silliness of my mood is what stopped me. It’s one thing to be embarrassed, but quite another to have no reason for it. I felt stupid, actually, and I rolled my eyes at myself. The dog was looking at me, so what? Was I some sort of male-phobe, or whatever the correct word for being afraid of males might be, did I fear men so much that it extended to dogs? No. I wasn’t scared of men. I merely had little interest in them, aside from my boyfriend, and he’d been what?

“Expected,” I sighed, trying to forget the dog behind me as I pulled my bra off my arms.

“You’re the prettiest girl in school,” my mom had told me more than once. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”

“When are you going to get a boyfriend?” my dad had wondered, having mixed feelings on the subject.

He’d been happy enough that I’d shown no interest in dating until it became peculiar. People wondered about me, being sixteen and very pretty and without a single date to my name. And so I’d gotten a boyfriend, a nice one, and a boy I knew to be harmless. It had been fun, and I’d enjoyed our two years together, our junior and senior years in high school, but I’d kept him at arm’s length. He’d talked of marriage just before leaving for the army, and I’d shook my head.

Someday, sure. I wanted a husband and children, but not yet. I didn’t know what I wanted. I had to figure out who I was. First, that’s what I was thinking and why I’d left home and found my place. My job and a new school. I didn’t feel like an adult, you know? I was still waiting for the lightning to strike, the big idea that would tell me who I was supposed to be and what I was supposed to do with my life. The waiting was the hard part, the frustrating part, and I shook my head as I reached for the clasp of my skirt.

Silly me.

I unzipped my blue skirt, stepping out of it and folding it carefully so I could wear it again on Monday. I only had one outfit, and I needed to buy another one, but the skirt and blazer were expensive even with my associate’s discount. Sears had docked my first paycheck to cover the clothes, and I still frowned at that, as most employees I’d met.

“Woof!” the dog spoke up for the first time since I’d met him, and I looked over my shoulder.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, standing now in pantyhose and nothing else.

He merely wagged his tail, watching me from the floor.

My pantyhose were of a cheap sort, hardly fancy, and if you’ve seen one pair, you’ve seen them all. The waistband was rather tight, but otherwise, they were comfortable enough. They were sheer enough that my receding tan could easily be seen. I liked wearing shorts during the summer, so my legs were bronzed up to a point on my thighs, just a few inches shy of my butt. The color gave way gradually to my ordinarily pale skin tone, and then I was brown again on my tummy and back and shoulders, except where my bikini top had covered my breasts. The bottom of my swimsuit I’d always covered with shorts, but the top was alright, and I’d done most of my sunbathing in the privacy of our backyard anyway.

Of course, the pantyhose had a cotton panel, and I didn’t wear panties with them. There was no reason to, so my butt was completely exposed through the thin nylon with only a long, dark seam running along the center of my ass, up the crease between my cheeks to the waistband. I felt vaguely uncomfortable then, showing the dog my butt like that, and his mouth was open, his long pink tongue lolling between sharp, white teeth as he stared at me.

“Woof!” His bark confused me, and I wasn’t sure what it meant.

Approval? I giggled at that idea, but that was the thought that crossed my mind. I’d removed my skirt and bent over to remove it, showing the animal my pert, round butt, and he’d barked then. It was bizarre, and I honestly didn’t know what to think of it. A dog couldn’t care about my butt, no more than he could about my breasts or anything else. He just wanted attention, I was sure. I’d been looking the other way, turned around and ignoring him, and the dog just wanted to remind me that he was there. That he was hungry and waiting patiently for his dinner. That’s all.

“Let’s check that oven,” I said, leaving my pantyhose on and just running my thumb along the inside of the waistband. I had a little ring around my waist, a pink indentation that itched how such things inevitably do. But I wasn’t going to get completely naked in front of him, silly or not. I just wasn’t comfortable with the idea for some reason.

He followed me, and I paid him little mind as I saw the light was off. The oven warmed up to 350 degrees. I got the pot pies and found an old cookie sheet, long blackened by use and clean enough anyway. It was a simple enough task, and I opened the oven, bending over to slide the cookie sheet inside with two pot pies on it, you know when I suddenly felt something poking me in the butt.

“Hey!” I shoved the cookie sheet inside and closed the oven quickly before turning around. “Stop that!”

The dog had pressed his nose low between my butt cheeks, against the cotton liner that covered my vagina and a little more. I turned around, finding him right there, and he immediately shoved his snout between my thighs, sniffing at my crotch as I tried to push him away.

“Bad dog!” I scolded him, sidestepping and pushing at his neck with my hands. “Don’t do that!”

I left the kitchen, looking over my shoulder as I moved towards the bathroom, and he followed me closely. The dog still tried to sniff my butt, and I slapped at him, but not hard or anything. I walked quickly to the bathroom, closing the door in the dog’s face and taking a deep breath. I hadn’t been frightened, not really, but just annoyed, and I thought it was because he was hungry and I was a little sweaty after a long day. I didn’t think I smelled bad, but dogs have much better noses, right? So he probably smelled the salt on my skin or something, which caught his attention.

“Arf!” he barked loudly. “Arf! Arf! Arf!” His claws scratched the door, and I frowned.

“Shhh! Stop!” I told him through the closed door. “Be quiet!”

“Arf! Arf!” he replied, and the dog wouldn’t stop as he scratched the heck out of the bathroom door.

“Great,” I sighed.

His bark seemed very loud, and Mrs. Perkin’s would notice soon. I didn’t imagine she’d be too happy to find out I had a big dog in my apartment, not without checking with her first, especially if he destroyed the door. How would I ever be able to afford to buy a new one?

I had little choice but to open the door, and as soon as I did, the dog stopped barking.

“What do you want?” I asked him. “Go lay down or something. I want to take a bath.”

Instead of obeying me, the animal went right back to sniffing my crotch. He pushed his nose against the panel covering my pussy so hard I had to take a step back as I tried to deflect him with my hands.

“Grrrr…” he growled as I struggled to push the dog’s face away, which made me blink.

“Stop! Shoo! Go away!” I told him, wondering if the dog would bite me and afraid to find out. “Hey! No!”

I felt a knot of fear growing in my tummy as the dog did bite me! Or not me, exactly, but instead, he was biting my pantyhose. He grabbed the nylon in his teeth, and I could feel those sharp canines as they moved across my barely covered skin. It frightened me terribly, and only his deliberate and surprisingly gentle efforts kept the dog from hurting me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the animal didn’t mean to cause me any harm. He just didn’t like my pantyhose for some reason.

He had the nylon in his teeth, and he shook his head, ripping into it, and then yanked me forward as he pushed himself back. I gasped and nearly lost my balance, and I tried telling him “No!” and “Stop!” in a loud, trembling voice, but he paid me no attention. The dog kept pulling, and while the nylon had ripped some of the cotton liners, it was powerful stuff, and I found myself being dragged out of the bathroom by my hips.

To say I was confused and nervous would be an understatement. My heart was pounding, and I could barely breathe. I had an idea to try and fight him off, but even if I’d been brave enough to try it, and I wasn’t, there was little chance of that as I struggled just to stay on my feet! Once he had us in the living room, where there was substantially more space than what he’d had in the bathroom, the dog gave my pantyhose a good tug!

“Ohhh!” I gasped as I lost my balance completely, the huge dog pulling my hips out from under me so that I fell heavily
onto my butt.

At that point, I was kicking at him out of instinct more than anything else. I’d been lucky not to crack my head on something, and I was laying on my back for the moment, kicking uselessly and trying to push myself back up with my arms. However, the dog ignored my protests, and now he shook his head back and forth vigorously, tearing into my pantyhose, so they tore much more quickly. Within seconds, the dog had exposed my pussy completely, nylon and cotton hanging ragged around my crotch.

“No! Stop! Please!” I roared, scrambling backward like a crab on my heels, but he had no intention of letting me go so quickly.

The dog pressed his body between my legs even as I tried to close them. His nose went to my sex, and I clamped my thighs to his head to keep him from getting any closer to what was undoubtedly my most private and sensitive place. All I could imagine was his sharp teeth biting into my pussy, which was enough to push me over the edge into a blind panic!

“Grrrr…” he growled as I squeezed his great head between my legs, and the sound terrified me.

I felt his teeth digging at me, and they were sharp across my soft skin, not biting me but feeling like sharp pinches in the swell of my mound. He was telling me to relax my thighs and let him go, I dimly realized, but being frightened as I was, that was no easy thing to do. I was afraid to hold him, and I was scared to let him go, but I was fearful of his teeth more than anything else!

“Ohhhh…Please!” I whimpered, spreading my thighs and putting myself at the dog’s mercy.

I didn’t know what to expect. If he would bite me or simply smell my raw, uncovered pussy and satisfy his curiosity, whatever he would do, I couldn’t stop him. I felt helpless. The entire episode had happened so quickly that I felt overwhelmed by it. Everything between opening the bathroom door for the dog and finally surrendering as I spread my legs seemed like a blur. It had only taken a few seconds, half a minute perhaps, and I somehow found myself dominated by the animal.

I couldn’t reason with him. I couldn’t ask why or make any appeal to his better judgment, just as the dog couldn’t explain what he wanted from me. Everything had become physical, even my emotions. The fear was in my blood as much as my mind. My body trembled, and I fought for every breath I could muster beneath my heaving breasts. My fingers scratched at the carpet nervously, and my eyes were wide, my nostrils dilated as I could smell the dog’s musk. It was an odor I hadn’t noticed before, but now his scent seemed to fill my nose and mouth so that I could even taste it. A strange flavor fell upon my thick tongue, and I realized my mouth was dry. And I licked my lips as I watched and felt the dog’s tongue slip from his terrible jaws.

“Ahhh…” I shivered as his tongue found my pussy taking a long lick from the bottom of my virgin slit to the very top.

There was no pleasure in it for me. My pussy was dry with fear, and my tummy knotted up with almost painful cramps. I forgot to breathe as he licked me again, and despite my dread, I pushed myself away from him.

“Grrrrr…Arf!” he growled and barked, but a different sort than before. Different meaning, and I froze, blinking into the animal’s unwavering stare as he looked me in the eyes.

“Okay,” I whispered, understanding that he’d just warned me not to move. One sort of bark meant open the door or give him my attention, or something almost conversational, but this other kind meant to stop and obey him. It wasn’t a request, it was a command, and I understood that plain as day.

After a long three or four seconds, I lowered my eyes. I was afraid to stare into his, and I instinctively swallowed hard, knowing that there was something submissive. The simple act of lowering my head, not challenging his authority over me, is as old as nature itself, and we’re all born with an understanding of it. I was giving myself to him, struggling to control the fight or flight instinct that filled me. I couldn’t fight him. I’d lose. It was as simple as that. I had no weapons, no skills at such a thing, and he’d hurt me if I tried. Likewise, I had no chance of escape. I was slow and clumsy by comparison to the dog. He’d be on me in an instant.

I had to lay there and control my fear and hope that he’d be reasonable with me. He’d be gentle and explore my body or whatever it was he wanted to do and then leave me alone once the dog was satisfied. What else could he want from me? I was a human, a girl, and he was an animal. I had nothing he could want but food and shelter, and I was willing to give him those. The pot pies were cooking. He was already in my apartment. If only I could explain that to him, I thought; only he could tell me why he wanted to lick my body.

“Uh-hmmm…” I whimpered and closed my eyes as the dog went back to licking my vagina.

He seemed to enjoy that for some reason. That’s the only explanation my confused mind could conjure. The animal licked to lick me, but I had no idea why. My pussy was dry. Whatever flavor my skin might have had from sweating must have been quickly removed by his long, rough tongue. But still, he licked me, dragging his tongue up my slit repeatedly. I could feel him getting deeper, slowly and gradually splitting my labia, and the tip of his tongue would curl at the top, flicking over my hidden clitoris.

What was he doing? I tried to ignore the sensations, the feel of his tongue moving across my skin like wet sandpaper. Ultimately, the experience was new for me as I’d never allowed anyone to touch me there. I’d never even touched myself down there except to wash. I’d felt pleasure before or something like it, but not by design. Not by intention. But this was different, and despite my fear, maybe even because of it, I found myself growing hot inside.

“Mmmm…” I groaned softly as my pussy seemed to come alive, slowly but surely being awakened beneath the animal’s endless attentions.

He seemed tireless and patient and oblivious to my discomfort. The dog lapped at my sex with a measured pace, a calculated and deliberate pace. It seemed to me. His tongue moved deeper, splitting my labia easily as his saliva covered my tender flesh. My pussy lips were swollen and darker than their usual pink color. I stared at them as if seeing my sex for the very first time, and my glistening lips seemed to cling to the dog’s tongue as he dug between them.

My tummy was still tight, but for a different reason altogether. My breasts ached the way they hadn’t since I’d started puberty. I realized my nipples had grown stiff, and they seemed to burn with a cold fire. I shivered and spread my legs even wider without conscious effort. My clitoris had grown stiff, and I could see it stiff and pink as the soft hood gave way. Every touch of the dog’s tongue was delicious torture, and I felt an electric jolt as he’d flick across my clit, coaxing it to throbbing life.

I didn’t want this! I felt confused, almost dizzy with disbelief, as my body betrayed me. I couldn’t possibly enjoy what the animal was doing. It wasn’t right. It was unnatural to be aroused by a dog, to shiver with unmistakable pleasure beneath his instinctual attentions. It had to be instinct and nothing more, I thought. He could taste me now. The dog could smell my arousal. Its tang had become even strong enough for my poor human senses. He tasted something new, and he was licking for no other reason than he was a dog.

But what was my excuse? I moaned and found my breasts with my hands. I had no choice. I squeezed my tits and felt my swollen nipples against my palms. I hated myself for that, feeling good and allowing some part of me to enjoy what was happening. This was a dog! He was licking my virgin sex, making me hot and tight and almost desperate in ways I’d never imagined possible. It was disgusting to be aroused by a dirty animal. What kind of woman would allow such a thing? Why wasn’t I fighting him? Why wasn’t I trying to get away from the beast?

“Ohhhh, God!” I gasped loudly, arching my back, and my thighs closed once more. I couldn’t help it. Something was happening, and I didn’t know what it was.

My first orgasm ever, the very first of my life, exploded deep in my belly with a pleasure that seemed nearly unbearable. I had no way of expecting it. The signs that I’d been getting close meant nothing to my inexperienced body, my confused mind. My orgasm simply happened as if I’d been struck by lightning out of a clear blue sky, and I very nearly sobbed beneath the glorious weight. My ass came off the carpet as I clamped my thighs to the dog’s head, trapping his snout against my pussy as a flood of juice erupted from my sex.

The walls of my pussy seemed to spasm with sharp, rapid contractions. I’d never felt empty before, but it was there like a shadow in the back of my mind. I wanted something inside me, something long and thick that my hungry sex could hold onto while I came. I pinched my nipples hard, heedless of the pain because it felt wonderful. I needed to pinch and pull them, to fight the pleasure with something else, and it seemed as if I burned everywhere. My body was flushed and damp with sweat, and I had no idea how long my orgasm lasted. A few seconds or minutes or hours, it was all the same to me. A brief eternity lost in the ecstasy of my first orgasm.

“Ohhhh no…Oh…” I blinked at the tears in my eyes and giggled.

I felt drunk and giddy as I relaxed my thighs, spreading my legs to let the dog go. He’d been growling softly, but that was all, and perhaps he understood that I’d been helpless to do anything but cum. He looked at me as I lay on the floor, licking his lips and staring at my face. I looked back at him, but I couldn’t meet his eyes, and I didn’t even try. As my orgasm fell slowly away, I felt something like guilt taking its place.

I’d just had an orgasm. I’d had sex with a dog, and I’d cum. Not real sex, I told myself, but some kind of sex. It made me blush. It did. Even though I was alone in my apartment, I felt a deep sense of humiliation and shame. A dog had licked my pussy and made me cum, which was utterly wrong. Nobody could ever know! I decided that immediately and it wasn’t a hard decision to make. I’d never speak of it, never even think of it. I had to forget it ever happened, and I needed a bath.

The dog’s saliva was on my skin. His mouth had been on my sex, and I felt suddenly dirty. The worst sort of dirty too, as if I’d never be clean again. This was bad, and I felt like I would throw up. A wave of nausea filled me, and I gagged on the bile in my throat. I coughed and rolled over, getting on my hands and knees and ready to hurl on the caret if I had to. I needed the bathroom. I had to try and clean myself. I couldn’t believe I’d cum, and all those good feelings were gone. I felt disgusted, and I prayed that nobody would see my face and somehow know that I’d had sex with a dog.

“Uggh…Wha…No!” I gasped and groaned and protested loudly as the dog suddenly mounted me.

I was on my hands and knees, wondering if I wasn’t going to puke at the thought of what I’d just done with that dog when he pushed himself up and wrapped his powerful forelegs around my waist. I felt something sharp jabbing at the back of my thighs, jabbing at my butt, and finally, my sex. I knew what it was, what it had to be, and I tried to get away. I groaned and started crawling, twisting my hips and shoulders as I tried to dislodge the animal.

“Get off!” I yelled. “Get off me! No! Noooo!”

But it was useless. The dog weighed more than I did, and when I was on my hands and knees like that, he was bigger than me. His front legs were too strong, and he held me in a tight hug. His claws burned in my soft skin, and I felt their pain scratching me low on my belly. His chest lay across my back, warm and soft with his black fur, and his bony chin pressed into my shoulder as he dropped his head. I could smell his breath and feel it on my face as we were nearly cheek to cheek that way.

He growled softly, and I sobbed, my eyes filling with tears as I knew what he intended to do. I struggled. I swear I did, but there was nothing I could do, no place to go. He was too big and heavy, and I was straining to hold myself up beneath his weight. I wanted to drop to the floor and just lay there, but then I would have no chance. At least on my hands and knees, I might crawl away, but no, that was a complete lie, and I screamed when I felt the animal’s penis splitting the fat lips of my soaked pussy.

He must have felt it, too, because, in that instant, the dog lunged forward with his hips. His cock found my hymen immediately, the thin membrane protecting the virgin channel leading to my womb, and tore through it quickly. The pain was sharp and burning, but only for a second, I confess. I wanted it to hurt more than it did, and I fully expected it would, but the truth is that it was rather like pricking my finger. A sharp ouch! And then the much worse sensation of my pussy being stretched around a cock for the first time.

“No! Oh, No! No! No…” I repeatedly said it like a mantra as the dog raped me with powerful, rapid strokes.

There was nothing gentle about it, and it didn’t last very long. I’d always imagined that sex would take a long time, at least between a man and woman, and maybe it does. But a dog isn’t a man, and he fucked me hard and fast for a minute, maybe more, before I became aware of growing discomfort. I was already in some pain. My pussy was being stretched around the dog’s cock, being pushed and forced to open in unfamiliar ways as the dog filled my pussy completely.

I felt the tip of his penis driving into my guts like a jackhammer, over and over, stabbing into the very bottom of my vagina until I could take him easily. He’d made me deeper somehow, elongated my vagina with his prick, and now something else was coming. My whole body was jerking with the dog’s motion, my breasts practically bouncing as they hung hot and heavy from my body. I braced myself with my arms straight and my elbows locked, pushing myself back just to keep the dog from driving me across the floor and into the wall a few feet in front of me.

But my pussy suddenly burned as something even bigger than the dog’s cock was thrust inside me and, a second later, yanked out again. It gave me a spasm of pleasure that I didn’t want. I tried to fight it. The sensation of being raped by a dog. Of being fucked by a long, thick cock. My pussy could take him now, not easily perhaps, but willingly nonetheless.

My orgasm had seen to that, the earlier betrayal of my body easing the animal’s efforts to plunder my clasping sex. My clit thrummed and then screamed as the dog’s knot was forced inside my pussy again. I had no idea about such things then, but that’s what it was. A bulb of muscle at the base of his prick, stretching my pussy as the dog shoved it inside my cunt and then pulled it out.

A half-dozen times, he did that, maybe more, and finally, it was too big. The knot was inside me, and as the dog tried to pull it back out, I gasped and shuddered with a heady mixture of pain and pleasure that completely stole my senses. He was locked inside me. That knot lodged just inside my pussy, and it continued to grow. It got even larger as the dog whined in my ear. He tested it several times, driving into me with his hips and pulling back, but the bulb could go no deeper nor come out of me, at least not without really giving it a firm tug, and I didn’t want that!

I didn’t know what I wanted because I was too busy cumming. My body had surrendered completely, and the pain and discomfort of my first ever fuck had melted beneath an avalanche of pleasure. My body shook, and I became too weak to hold us up. My arms collapsed, and I fell onto the carpet with my ass high and my head down, whimpering and moaning, lost to the intensity of my second orgasm of the evening.

My pussy spasmed with contractions, and this time it was even better than before because I had something inside me. My cunt squeezed the dog’s prick, massaging it like a buttery fist, and I felt it. Whatever the dog might have felt, it was terrific for me, and my pussy seemed to ripple with pleasure, waves of it passing through my body. He’d raped me, and now that we were locked with his knot firmly planted inside my cunt, the dog pushed himself off my back and turned around.

We were butt to butt, and I barely knew it. I had one orgasm after another. They didn’t stop, and I had no way of telling them apart. My pussy burned, and I felt as if I had a bowling ball stuffed inside me, but there wasn’t any pain. It was all fireworks and cotton candy, and my skin itched all over. My hair seemed to stand on end, and my toes curled.

It was insane, and so was I, driven mad by the knowledge that a dog had raped me. An animal had taken my virginity, and now I had his cum inside me. I could feel it like a warm, indistinct stain spreading through my pussy and my belly. The dog was cumming while he stood there, and his knot kept all of his juices inside me. We were mixed now, his cum and mine, and I was too lost to feel disgusted by it. Too caught in the raw joy of multiple orgasms to understand what had happened. My mind was no longer rational, and there was what I could feel. Nothing else mattered.

“Ohhh ow! Ow! Ow. Owwww. Ahh!” I winced and shut my eyes tightly as the dog pulled himself free some while later.

It was uncomfortable as the bulb was still large, but not so big as it must have been. Still, the dog dragged me behind him for a few steps until the knot pulled free of my pussy with an audible, wet *plop* sound and a wash of thin juices that spilled down my thighs and onto the carpet. The smell of it immediately assaulted my nose. A rich, musky scent of dog and girl cum mixed. I shook my head as if to clear it, and my pussy ached at the sudden emptiness I felt. There was pain then, the burning of my muscles as they tried to remember their original shape and place inside my well-fucked vagina.

I ignored it and just collapsed onto the floor, closing my eyes and trying to understand what had happened to me.

Perhaps fifteen minutes later, the buzzer on the stove was going off, and I’d completely forgotten all about the pot pies. All of that had happened in less than minutes. Less than thirty because I’d been laying there for quite a while. I’d been licked to orgasm and then raped by a dog in less time than it takes to cook a pot pie. There was something wrong with that, and I giggled as if I’d gone insane, and maybe I was. I stood up weakly, feeling sore between my legs, and made my way on rubbery legs into the kitchen to turn off the oven and get the pot pies out,

My pantyhose were torn and shredded as they barely covered my legs and hung like rags around my waist. I took them off, leaving dinner to cool on the stove and not feeling hungry anyway. I threw my pantyhose away and looked at the dog. He sat on the floor, looking at me, and I frowned at him and dropped my eyes.

He’d fucked me. Raped me, and his cum was still leaking from my pussy. I touched myself there gently, feeling my sex swollen and soft. I thought he must have hurt me inside, torn something, and there was some blood, but it was from my ripped hymen, and that was all. The rest of me was fine as far as I could tell, but I was afraid to push a finger inside my sex.

“I’m going to take a bath,” I said to him, and he stared at me. “Okay?”

I wasn’t sure why I asked him, but I did. It was silly, and he couldn’t understand what I was saying. I did it, though, and I strolled, knowing he was following me, and I went to the bathroom. I started closing the door, but he growled softly, and I nodded. He wanted me to leave the door open, and I did.

I ran water in the tub and looked at my reflection above the sink’s mirror. I thought about what a girl looked like after losing her virginity, looking into my blue eyes. That’s what a girl who’s been raped looks like. A girl who’s been fucked by a dog and had an orgasm on his cock. A lot of orgasms, I reminded myself, because I knew there’d been more than just a few.

I couldn’t look into my eyes very long, and I sat in the bathtub before it was full, letting the water run over my feet as I leaned back against the cool porcelain. The dog watched me, sitting nearby as I soaked, and now and then, I’d glance at him, but that was all. I washed slowly, my body first and finally my sex. I did it without looking, fingering my pussy beneath the soothing water, and finding that I was soft inside and full of cum. The stuff flowed out of me in pale globs that sank slowly into the clear water.

When my bath was done, the water had grown tepid. I stood up and stepped out, reaching for a towel. Before I could dry myself off, however, the dog was pushing his face against my pussy, and this time I just stood there and let him do it. I burned with humiliation, but I can’t say why. He was a dog, an animal, but he’d raped me. He’d put his cock inside me and then his cum. He’d taken my virginity, and I was still afraid of him. Not that he’d hurt me, but something else. He made me nervous, and I didn’t want to anger him. I don’t know why.

He took three or four licks and then sat back down, keeping his amber eyes on my face while I dried my body. When I started to tie the towel around my breasts to cover my body down to my thighs, he barked sharply. I slowly removed it again, and his tail slapped the floor. He didn’t want me to cover my body, and I walked out of the bathroom naked with the dog following me.

I thought perhaps he’d let me wear something else, and I opened the closet near the door, the only closet I had, and found a folded t-shirt and a pair of panties. He looked at me, cocking his head, but as soon as I started to put a foot in the panties, he barked sharply once more. No panties. Same with the t-shirt. The dog wanted me naked, and I nodded my head, putting my clothes back where I’d gotten them.

“Woof!” he barked, standing between me and the kitchen, and I thought he meant he was hungry.

“I know,” I said. “I’ll get it.”

“Woof!” the dog moved to cut me off. He didn’t want me to go into the kitchen, and I swallowed hard.

“What?” I asked him.

“Woof!” he barked again, and I looked around, wondering what he could want. Maybe he needed to go outside, and that idea excited me. I’d let him out and lock him out. I’d call the dog catcher in the morning and—

“Okay, um…” I closed the door again. He didn’t want to go out.

I got the idea soon enough when the dog finally lost his patience. He moved behind me as I stood in the middle of the living room and pushed himself up, wrapping his paws around my waist and using his considerable weight to pull me down to the floor.

“No! Please…Not again!” I begged him, but he wasn’t listening, and I shut my eyes as the dog mounted me once more.

Woof meant fuck.

I groaned beneath him, forced to support the animal as he stabbed blindly at my sex and quickly found it with the tapered head of his penis. The breath I’d been holding exploded from my lungs with a sharp gasp, and my already tender sex burned as the dog slammed the entire length of his prick inside me. I hadn’t seen his unsheathed penis yet, but I knew he had to be large. The head found the bottom of my sex, just as before, and pain jerked my head upward as I arched my back against it. I moaned loudly and tried to jerk away from it to free myself from the canine cock I was impaled upon.

“Grrrrr…” he growled and tightened his grip around my waist, and when I struggled, the dog nipped me on the shoulder with his sharp teeth.

I sobbed then, feeling the flash of pain and the thin rivulet of blood running down my pale skin. He’d bitten me, and that realization ended whatever resistance I might have had. He was going to fuck me, and I had to let him, or he’d hurt me. I bowed my head submissively, and the dog rewarded me with a quick lick of his tongue along my neck and cheek before pressing his stiff jaw against my wounded shoulder.

The animal’s cock quickly pistoned in and out of my sex, and I might have been surprised by how quickly I became wet for him. Of course, his cock was leaking precum steadily as he raped me, easing the passage of his thick penis, but my cunt was also becoming moist. I could feel the euphoria starting once more, despite my fear and loathing, my disgust at being used like a bitch and raped for an animal’s pleasure. My body was eager no matter what I thought or felt in my heart. My pussy couldn’t help but respond, and the familiar contractions began, the supple spasms of my vagina grappling with the cock that stretched it.

Within a minute or two at the most, the pain was soon lost, leaving behind only the misery of knowing I had to surrender. I couldn’t resist the pressure building in my gut for release. The adrenaline and endorphins polluted my blood with the energy I needed to accept the dog’s huge cock and push myself back to meet it. I dimly realized that I was fucking him this time, grabbing the carpet with my fists and thrusting with my hips to take even more of the animal’s rigid penis.

The knot was there, and I took it inside me, and as before, the bulbous muscle quickly grew until it was too large to be pulled from my pussy. I felt wrapped around it, and my cunt fell swollen and throbbed the way a finger will after being hit with a hammer. I was too small for the beast, but I wasn’t. I had him inside me, and I was cumming. I wept with shame and humiliation and gave myself to the dog with my orgasm raging in my belly. I rolled my hips and worked my ass to feel his cock touching every part of me inside, and I knew he was cumming as well.

I had several orgasms while we were locked together, much like before, and now and again, the dog would tug at our union, testing it to see if he could pull out. I would groan then and gasp and reach back blindly to keep him from moving. His cock felt so good inside me, like a steel rod stretching my trembling cunt, and just inside the mouth of my cunt, the knot dammed our fluids completely. It was the best. The part I liked the most was even more than being fucked, afterward, when we were joined and unmoving.

I reached between my thighs to feel my vulva stretched around the bulb hidden inside. I was hot and wet, and my pussy felt huge beneath my fingers. My clit was stiff and throbbing, and I rubbed it with my fingertips, biting my lip to keep from screaming with raw ecstasy. I came again and dropped my face to the floor, drinking cool air and rubbing my burning nipples across the rough carpet so much as I could. I was helpless that way. The dog dominated me physically and then sexually, and finally emotionally as I brought myself off with selfish lust.

He was changing me.

When the dog pulled out of my sex after some ten minutes of waiting, a fresh flood of pungent fuck juice stained the carpet. It seemed to pour out of me, as much of our mixed cum as I’d spilled before, and this time I saw his cock when it came free. It was huge! Wet and light in color but marbled with red and blue veins. I thought it must have been ten inches long, and at the widest point, I imagined it was as thick as my wrist.

I couldn’t believe I’d taken it inside me, but I had. Every last inch of it, plus the knot which had shrunk down to something slightly smaller than a baseball perhaps when it was pulled free with a sharp, uncomfortable tug. I’d be afraid to guess how large it had been inside me.

We ate then, as the dog didn’t want me to clean myself up. I’d tried to hobble to the bathroom, but he’d bared his teeth and growled at me. The kitchen was what he wanted, and we ate our long-cooled pot pies in silence. I sat on the floor and used a fork, eating off a plate, while he ate his out of the tin foil it had baked in. By the time I’d finished my dinner, I had a pool of thin cum on the linoleum between my thighs.

“Woof!”

“Ohhh…Again?” I frowned, but there was no fight left in me.

“Woof!”

He took me there, in the kitchen, as soon as I’d finished eating. At least he’d been that considerate, having completed his dinner before me. I knew now what that particular bark meant, and I slowly got on my hands and knees, presenting the dog with my ass. And he mounted me quickly, his cock finding my hole immediately, and there was no discomfort at all this time. He pushed all of his cock inside me and pumped me for a long while, at least compared to our previous fucks. It took almost five minutes before he locked me up with the knot, and I’d already cum twice by then.

He rewarded me afterward as I lay exhausted in a puddle of our cum. The dog nudged me with his nose, giving me a bark different from the others, and I spread my legs for him. It was what he wanted, and I was soon lost to the unimaginable pleasure of having my tender pussy licked clean by the animal’s long tongue. The sensations were even better than the first time he’d done that for me, and I had orgasm after orgasm until my pleasure gave way to the warm blanket of utter exhaustion.

I came on his tongue one last time with a whimper, a sigh, and a shiver, and then I fell asleep, naked and flushed and stained inside with the semen of the dog who now owned me.

 

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. Remember, even the limited editing done here doesn’t always mean the narrative/plot flaws in a story are fixed.

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