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"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 sex and satisfy his curiosity. Whatever he would do, I knew 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 opened my legs seemed like a blur. It had only taken a few seconds, half a minute perhaps, and I found myself completely dominated by the a****l somehow.

There was no reasoning with him. I couldn't ask why or make any appeal to his better nature, 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 the scent of him 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 sex, 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. Like when he'd been frustrated by the bathroom door? This bark, too, had a different meaning and I froze, blinking into the a****l's unwavering stare.

"Okay," I whispered, understanding that he'd just warned me not to move. One sort of bark, the lazy woof sound, meant he wanted my attention. The other kind meant he wanted me to open the door, or maybe just ... come? And now this other kind demanded obedience. Submission? 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 gaze. I was afraid to stare into those intelligent amber eyes and I swallowed hard, knowing instinctively that there was something submissive about it. The simple act of lowering my head, of 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 and 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. That he'd be gentle and explore my body or whatever it was he wanted to do, and then leave me alone once he'd satisfied his curiosity. What else could he possibly want with me? I was a human, a girl, and he was an a****l. I had nothing he could want but food and shelter, and I was more than willing to give him those. The pot pies were cooking. I'd invited him into my apartment. If only I could explain that to him, I thought. If only he could tell me why he wanted to inspect my naked body.

"Uh-hmmm..." I whimpered and closed my eyes as the dog went back to licking my sex.

He seemed to enjoy that for some reason. That's the only explanation my confused mind could conjure. Pure enjoyment. The a****l liked 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 over and over. 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. The experience was new for me, completely new as I'd never allowed anyone to touch me there. I'd never even touched myself down there for any reason except to wash myself. I'd felt pleasure before, or something like it, but not by design. Never intentionally. But this was different and despite my fear, maybe even because of it, I found myself growing warm inside.

"Mmmm..." I groaned softly as my pussy seemed to come alive, slowly but surely being awakened beneath the a****l's endless attentions.

He seemed tireless and patient and oblivious to my discomfort. The dog lapped at my sex with a measured pace born of a calculated and deliberate intent, it seemed to me. His tongue slipped between 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 worked the tip against my hymen.

My tummy was still tight, but for a different reason altogether. My breasts ached the way they hadn't since I'd started puberty. My nipples had grown stiff, I realized, 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 as well and I could see it swollen and pink as the wrinkled hood gave way. Every touch of the dog's tongue seemed a 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 a****l 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, the tang of it had become strong enough even for my poor human senses to detect. He tasted something new, something interesting, and he was licking me 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, for 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 a****l. 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 b**st?

"Ohhhh God!" I gasped loudly, arching my back as my thighs closed once more. I couldn't help it. Something was happening and I didn't know what it could be.

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, or my confused and innocent 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 of it. My ass came off the carpet as I clamped my thighs to the dog's head. His muzzle and teeth and tongue were trapped beneath the flood of girl juice erupting 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 deep in my belly. 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 so 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 grew flushed and damp with perspiration. 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 stupidly.

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's all, and perhaps he somehow understood that I'd been helpless to do anything but cum. He was looking at me as I lay on the floor, licking his chops 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 really did. Even though we were alone in my apartment, I felt a deep sense of humiliation and shame. A dog had licked my pussy and made me cum, and that seemed so completely wrong. Nobody could ever know! I decided on 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 had 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 was going to 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 retch on the caret if I had to. I needed the bathroom. I had to try and clean myself. I couldn't believe I'd actually cum and all those good feelings were gone as if I'd only dreamt them. I felt disgusted with myself 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'd gotten 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 a****l. He felt impossibly heavy. My body sagged beneath his weight even as I squirmed and bucked my hips, but the a****l only held me tighter.

"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 really was bigger than me. His front legs were strong, too strong, and he held me in a tight hug. His claws burned into my soft skin and I felt the pain of them 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. I struggled, I swear I did, but there was nothing I could do, no place to go. He was too big and too heavy; I strained with every muscle in my body just to hold myself up beneath his weight. I wanted to drop to the floor and just lay there, but then I'd have had no chance at all. At least on my hands and knees I might crawl away, but no, that was a complete lie. I screamed when I felt the a****l's penis splitting the fat lips of my cum soaked pussy.

He must have felt it too because in that instant the dog lunged forward with his hips. His cock found my hymen, the thin membrane protecting the virgin channel leading to my womb, and tore through it easily. 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 very first time.

"No! Oh No! No! No..." I cried over and over, repeating it like a mantra as the dog ****d me with powerful, rapid strokes.

There was nothing gentle about the experience 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 even less than that, before I became aware of a 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 innocent pussy.

I felt the tip of his penis driving into my guts like jackhammer, over and over, stabbing into the very bottom of my sex until I could take him completely. He'd made me deeper somehow, elongated my vagina with his prick, it seemed, and now there was something else coming. My whole body jerked with the dog's violent 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 ached as something even bigger than the dog's cock was thrust inside me and a second later yanked back out. It gave me a spasm of pleasure that I didn't understand or want. I tried to fight it. The sensation of being ****d 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 a****l's efforts to plunder my clasping sex. My clit thrummed and then screamed as the dog's knot was forced inside my pussy again. At the time I'd had no idea about such things, 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. He was locked inside me. The knot was lodged just inside my pussy and it continued to grow. It became 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 refused to come loose. Perhaps if I pushed myself forward at the same time ... But no, I didn't want to hurt myself, did I?

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, I was feeling wonderful. My pussy seemed to ripple with pleasure, the waves of ecstasy washing through my body.

He'd ****d 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 throbbed 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 fucked me. An a****l had taken the virginity I'd so carefully saved and now I had his cum inside me. I could feel it like a warm, indistinct stain spreading through my pussy, through my belly perhaps. The dog was cumming while he stood there and his knot kept all of our juices bottled up inside me. We were mixed now, his cum and mine, and I was too lost to feel disgusted by it. Too caught up in the raw joy of multiple orgasms to understand what had happened. My mind was no longer rational and there was only what I could feel. Nothing else mattered.

"Ohhh ow! Ow! Nyuuh!" I winced and gasped, and shut my eyes tightly as the dog pulled himself free some while later.

It felt uncomfortable as the bulb was still large, but not so big as it must have been a few minutes before. 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 smell of dog and girl cum mixed together. 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 as best I could and just collapsed onto the floor, closing my eyes and trying to understand what had happened to me.

Perhaps fifteen minutes later the timer on the stove went off and I'd completely forgotten all about the pot pies. All of that had happened in less than forty minutes? Not even thirty, really, because I'd been laying there for quite a while. I'd been licked to orgasm and then had my cherry popped 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 crazy and who knows, maybe I had. I stood up weakly, feeling sore between my thighs, 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, 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 very hungry anyway. I threw my pantyhose away and looked at the dog. He sat on the floor looking at me, not the least bit shy or embarrassed or guilty about what he'd done. I frowned at him and dropped my eyes. He'd fucked me. ****d me. And his cum was still leaking from my pussy. I touched myself there gently, feeling my sex swollen and bruised. I thought he must have hurt me inside, torn something, and there was some blood, but only from my broken hymen, that's all. The rest of me seemed realtively fine as far as I could tell, but I was afraid to push a finger inside my sex and make sure.

"I'm going to take a bath," I said to him, and the dog stared at me. "Okay?"

Don't ask me why I asked, but I did. It was silly and he couldn't possibly understand what I was saying. I did it though and I walked slowly, knowing he was following me as 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 in the mirror above the sink. That's what a girl looks like after she's lost her virginity, I thought, looking into my clear blue eyes. That's what a girl who's been ****d 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 opened the medicine cabinet to find some Tylenol. I sat in the bathtub before it was full, letting the hot water run over my feet as I leaned back against the cool porcelain. The dog watched me, sitting nearby as I soaked, and every now and then I'd glance at him, but that was all. I washed myself slowly, my body first and finally my sex. I did it without looking, exploring my vagina 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 didn't float or sink, but only drifted lazily in the clear water.

When my bath ended, the water grown tepid, I stood up and stepped out, reaching for a towel. Before I could dry myself off, however, the dog pushed 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 a****l, but he'd fucked 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.

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 so that it covered 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 at all 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 that 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 possibly want. Maybe he needed to go outside and that idea excited me. I'd let him out and lock the door behind him. 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 a****l 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 full length of his prick inside me. I hadn't seen his unsheathed penis yet, but I knew it had to be very large. The head found the bottom of my sex, just as it had before, and pain jerked my head upward as I arched my back against the sensation. I moaned loudly and tried to jerk away from it, to free myself from the canine cock upon which I was impaled.

"Grrrrr..." he warned, tightening his grip around my waist. When I continued to struggle, 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 actually 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 hard jaw against my wounded shoulder.

The a****l's cock 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 must have spilled precum steadily as he fucked me, easing the passage of his thick penis, but my cunt was becoming moist as well. I could feel the euphoria starting once more, despite my fear and loathing, my disgust at being used like a bitch and ****d for an a****l'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.

The pain was soon lost, within a minute or two at the most, 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 that polluted my blood with the energy I needed to accept the dog's swollen cock and push myself backward to meet it. I was fucking him this time, I dimly realized, grabbing the carpet with my fists and thrusting with my hips to take even more of the a****l's rigid penis.

The knot was there. I took it inside me and as before, the bulbous muscle quickly growing until it was too large to be pulled from my pussy. My entire body seemed to be 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 b**st, and yet 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 cums while we were locked together, much like before, and every 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 quivering sex, the knot dammed our fluids completely. It was the best. Even more than being fucked, the afterwards when we were joined and unmoving was the part I found myself enjoying most.

I reached between my thighs to feel my vulva stretched around the bulb hidden inside. I was hot and wet, and my pussy felt alien beneath my fingers. My clit had grown stiff and throbbing. 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 carpet. 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. It must have been ten inches long, I thought, 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 roughly the size of a lemon. That's after it had been pulled free with a sharp, uncomfortable tug. How much larger had it been inside me? I'd be afraid to guess.

We ate then, as the dog didn't want me to clean myself up. I'd tried to walk unsteadily to the bathroom, but he'd bared his teeth and growled at me. The kitchen was where he wanted me and we ate our 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, milky 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 finished 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 vulnerable sex, and he mounted me easily. His cock found my hole immediately and beyond the tenderness of being recently deflowered, there was no pain at all this time. He pushed all of his penis inside me and pumped me for a long while, at least compared to our previous fucks. It took almost five minutes this time before he locked me up with the knot, and I'd already cum twice by then.

He rewarded me afterwards, 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. Evidently that was exactly what he wanted and I was soon lost to the unimaginable pleasure of having my bruised sex licked clean by the a****l's long tongue. The sensations were even better than the first time he'd done that for me and I had one orgasm after another until exhaustion overtook pleasure and I could stand no more.

I came one last time on his tongue and then I fell asleep, naked and flushed and stained inside and out with the hot semen of the dog who owned me.