http://www.mrdouble.com From great@3-cities.com Wed Nov 26 04:27:29 1997 Linda's Dog Chapter 1 My name is Linda. I'm a petite 35 year old blonde. I stand 5'3" and weigh 107 lb. (this morning). My measurements are 34C (helped by silicon), 22, 34. If you looked in the Junior Miss section of the 1983 catalogs of a very well know department store, you saw me modeling panties, bras and two nice satin night gowns. I always thought I looked like the girl next door with a wicked gleam in her eye. So did the modeling agency. I guess that's what landed me that job. My hair was then, and is now, baby fine and so blonde it is almost white. It is and was shoulder length. My eyes are a vivid light green and that wicked gleam comes from my nasty secret. I love having sex with dogs! There, now I've said it. I only let two other people know before this. One was a man I met in collage...and man did we have fun! The other was my last husband. He divorced me immediately. Now everyone who reads this knows. It is true! I've wanted to tell the world. I even tried to show the world, but it's hard to video and participate at the same time. And I can not risk my career by letting anyone else be able to prove who I am and what I do...what I LOVE to do. I don't think it's dirty. I don't think it's nasty. For me it is all very natural. You see, nearly all my sexual "firsts" were with dogs. Really! It all started one Sunday morning the week before my eleventh birthday. My family went to church, but they let me stay home because I was having tummy pains. They thought I would be OK on my own since Thor, our two year old golden lab was there to protect and take care of me. Boy did he ever take care of me! I was lying on the livingroom floor with a pillow under my tummy, watching cartoons. I was only wearing a tiny cotton jumper and cotton panties (it was a hot day). Suddenly I felt Thor's cold nose between the backs of my thighs. It tickled, so I pushed him away. A couple minutes later he was back. This time the first thing I felt was his soft nose bumping directly into my cunny. It gave my a thrilling, tingling jolt like I never new. I jumped and rolled over. Now sitting on the floor facing him, I tried to push him away as he continued to try forcing his nose into my crotch. The whole time I pushed him back, my little cunny still tingled. He was stronger than me and he bolled me over. He stood over me liking my face and neck as, weak with giggling, I tried to push him back. When he finally did step back his nose went to my crotch again. This time his long, hot tongue shot out and made a big wet swipe right up my cunny. I squealed with shock and absolute delight. That tongue had given me a pleasure my virgin mind could not comprehend. I put both hands on his head to push him back and he licked again. The jolt he gave me this time was even stronger than the one before. "No, Thor! No!", I squealed, trying to push him away. But he just kept licking. Each time his hot tongue soaked the crotch of my little flowered panties, I lost even more strength. Each time he licked, electric jolts surged all over my body. I completely lost control. My spindly legs quivered so hard and fast that my whole body vibrated. My tiny tummy spasmed so hard it lifted me off the ground again and again. Every single pour in my body, especially those deep in my tummy and cunny and tiny titties, tingled with heavenly, happy, funny zings. Everywhere, all at once! Then it felt like my very soul blasted out of my belly! I had cum. At almost eleven years old., on a Sunday morning, on the livingroom floor, because of my dogs wonderful, soft, big wet tongue, I found heaven. And that was only the beginning. So, you see, I'm not a pervert. Most people gravitate to the things that made sex wonderful for them. Many, many people stay close to the things that introduced them to the joys of sex. I'm no different. I just have to be able to keep it secret. To live with the guilt and shame society (run by corrupt politicians and prudish old hens) tries to force on me. And now, I can tell you. That Sunday morning left me feeling guilty. But the guilt was not as strong as the need to get that wonderful feeling again. And the next time would be no accident. Not three days had passed since that incident, before I was plotting when and how I could get Thor alone. And, naturally I succeeded. Don't worry. I'll tell you about that. I have to. Confession frees the soul.... and sex with dogs frees the body, the mind and the heart! Linda's Dog Chapter 2 It was six weeks before I was able to be alone with Thor again. My mom learned that my tummy ache was part of "becoming a woman" and she kept me with her nearly everywhere she went for weeks. When I finally did get to be alone with Thor, it was only for a brief period. My dad was out of town on business and Mom had to run to the store. It was about 7:30 PM on a Tuesday night. The little guilt filled urges to feel that wonderful thrill of Thor's big wet tongue on my cunny had grown steadly over the long period since my first experience. Everytime that big, beautiful dog would lick my hand or try to nuzzel my cunny mound, I literally quivered. By the time that Tuesday night arrived, I was so filled with need that I was willing to take a chance. Just like the first time, I put myself tummy down pillows in fornt of the TV. I was wearing exactly the same panties, but this time I had on only a night shirt. I even hiked the shirt up over my butt so Thor could get too me easier. After nearly ten minutes of waiting and coaxing, he still had not come over to do any more than nuzzel my face and try to play. I didn't want to play. I wanted him to lick my cunny! The anticipation was burnign at me. I really NEEDED it! I rolled over on to my back and wrestled with him, trying to force his muzzel between my legs. But he wasn't interested. I finally gave up and went into the kitchen to fix myself a glass of chocolate milk. He followed me in. When I poured the chocolate syrup into the glass, some of the dark brown goo from the can got on my fingers. I let Thor lick it off. As his long, warm pink tongue lapped hungrily at my fngers I hit on the answer. "Thor will lick this! If I put a little on my panties?.....". Tenatively I dabbed some of the syrup form the top of the can and touched it to the crotch of my flowered panties. "I can always tell Mom I spilled it", I reasoned aloud, as even the touch of my own fingers brought me thirlls.. "Here, Thor. Here, boy. Lick this. Come on". His nose found the scent and his tongue found the spot! My knees practically buckled when that wonderful, wet thing ran up my crotch. Again and again he lapped, carrying me away to the place I wanted to go. "Oh, yeah, Thor!" I squealled. "Lick it! Lick it all up! Oh, Thor! Lick more! Oh Pleeeese!" My knees gave way and I slid my back down the kitchen cupboard while my lovely lover lapped hard trying to get every taste of the goo. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, back against the cupboard, bent knees spread wide, flushed all over and qivering like jelly on a vitrator with my big doggy's magic tongue working it's miracle on my pussy, when I heard the front door unlock. "Linda, honey, I'm home", Mom called. I bolted to my feet and ran to the bathroom. It was over five minutes later that I finally regained my composure, washed up and came out. My cunny, my tummy and my titties were on fire still. I ached for releif and, at least now, I new how to get it. Later that night, when Mom was in the bathroom, I snuck back to the kitchen and got the chocolate syrup. Hiding it in my nightstand, I knew that, once Mom was asleep, Thor would "love" me again. There was one additional thing that made the anticipation even worse. I knew I couldn't mess up another pair of panties. I also new it was wrong to let anyone see my "private place". That night, while watching TV and waiting for the endless minutes before bedtime to pass, I must have looked at Thor a hundred times and each time I quivered with the thought of exposing my naked cunny to his tongue. That night, after what seemed like forever, Mom fell asleep, and I had an experience so thrilling that that I quite literally became addicted. Linda's Dog Chapter 3 It was after 1100 PM when the house fell quite. I could hear Mom's purring snore coming from her room when I tiptoed into the hall. "Come on, Thor", I whispered. "Come on, boy. I have a treat for you. Two thumps of his big golden tail on the livingroom carpet told me my lover heard me. "Come on, Thor. Pleeeese!", I literally begged (at that point I was so horny I would have done anything anyone asked just to feel Thor's hot tongue on my cunny). Two seconds later he came trotting down the hall. I took him by the collar and led into my room, quietly closing the door behind me. "I have something yummy for you, big boy", I barely croaked through my dry throat. "You'll really love it... and so will I". I knew what I had to do; what I needed to do...and it was SOOOO NASTY! To get my big puppy to lick me I had to pour the chocolate syrup on my cunny and I couldn't pour it all over my panties, so I would have to expose myself. I was going to show my naked pussy to someone; something my prudish Mom made very clear a "good girl" would never do. I NEEDED Thor's tongue on my pussy and to get it I would have to be a naughty, nasty girl. Once Mom caught me watching some late night detective show that had a scene in a stripclub. When she saw that she went ballistic; slamming of the TV and practically screaming a lecture at me about, those "sluts and whores" and how only nasty, filthy women would do such a thing. I was about to become one of those "nasty, filthy sluts". My cunny demanded it. I had no choice. Besides part of me thought those strippers had fun teasing the men in the audience and I secretly wanted to try it. With my big doggy sitting before me, I slowly began to peal down the waistband of my yellow cotton panties. Here I was, eleven years old, doing a striptease for a horny male. Looking straight into his big golden brown eyes, I tried to imitate the moves those strippers in the show made. I swirled my narrow hips like a hula dancer and licked my lips like I remembered the strippers doing, continuing to very slowly lower the waist band. With the hem of my cotton undies pulled down just far enough to expose the tiniest part of the very top of my swollen little mons, I swayed back and forth before him. "Do you like it, baby", I purred, pretending he was a hot guy. "Do you wanna see more?" I turned with my back to him and bent slightly at the waist, giving him a great view of my little round buns. Looking over my shoulder at him I pulled at the back of the waistband, yanking up the panties until they fit like a thong. The cotton material of the crotch slid into the crack of my butt, leaving the round firm cheeks completely bare. "I bet you like that, don't you, baby", I purred like the nasty stripper I was pretending to be. His response was a big wet lick on my left butt cheek, causing me to let out a little squeal. I stood bolt upright, bit down on my own lip, held my breath and listened to hear if I woke Mom. Thor stood, moved up behind me and licked my but again. I turned, sat on the edge of the bed, clamped my knees together. "Not now, Thor!", I whispered. But the big dog would not listen. He stepped forward and forced his big head between my legs. I tried to close them, but he was too strong. I grabbed him by the ears to push him back just as that wonderful tongue lashed a big wet lick up my panty crotch. "Oooooh, nooo!", I whispered in a protest I only half meant. Again he lapped and, like they had a mind of their own, my thin little thighs spread wide. My hands were still on my Lab's ears to push him away, but my arms would help with the push. Again his marvelous tongue came out, this time actually sliding under the loose, worn legband of one thigh and brushing it's hot wetness directly against the tender skin of my cunny. When Thor had licked me through my panties it drove me wild, but this new sensation was so hot, so intense, it made me scream. "Linda!", Mom's urgent yell rang out. I could hear her feet hit the ground. I snapped of the light and dived under the covers. In the two seconds it took me to yank the covers up around me neck and look like I'd been sleeping, Mom came bolting through the door. The light flashed on and the next second Mom was sitting on the bed next to me. " What's wrong, Kitten!?", she nearly shouted. Her hand shot to my forehead. "Your face is all red and you're all sweaty...and your so hot! What's wrong, baby?" "I...I just had a bad dream, Mommy", I panted. "Honey, you don't look to good. Maybe I'll have to change my plans. You might need a doctor!" "W...what plans, Mommy?", I was sincerely confused. "Well, Kitten, I was going to fly out and spend the weekend with your father since he can't come back here for a couple more weeks. But now I think I should stay home". The very idea of having the house to myself...with Thor, made my cunny jolt lightening. "Oh, Mommy, please. I'll be OK. Honest!". "Well, baby", she said calming down, "let's see how you feel in the morning". With that she gave me a peck on the forehead, a long concerned look, stood up turned out the light and walked to the doorway. "Come on, Thor," she commanded. "Linda will sleep better without your help". Obediently my big puppy followed her out. I hardly slept at all that night. My tummy and cunny literally ached. I would have masturbated, but I didn't have clue how and, as silly as it may seem after what I'd already done, I was afraid it was wrong. You see, shortly after my tenth birthday my Mom caught me touching myself there and she wailed the living daylights out of me, screaming the whole time about the terrible things that would happen to me if I ever did such a thing again. All night long, asleep or awake, I could still feel that hot, slippery tongue against the soft, hairless, tender skin of my mons. What Thor did to me when he licked through the cotton of my panties just couldn't come close to feeling his tongue on my naked cunny and I knew, if Mom went on that trip, I might get plenty of chances to feel it again. That next morning arrived very slowly, but it brought with it the chance for a kind of erotic freedom my young mind couldn't even imagine. Linda's Dog Chapter 4 It was barely sunrise when I hear my Mom's alarm clock go off and, after a nearly sleepless night, I didn't care. Shortly after that (I don't know how long) I awoke to the feel of the back of her fingers on my forehead. "You don't seem to be feverish this morning, Kitten", she almost whispered, "but I think you should stay home from school today and rest up anyway". Then, slowly should stood up, gave me a long, concerned stare and said, "Honey, since you seem OK, I'm going to join your father like he asked. Your Aunt Sue will look after you while I'm gone. Now you know she has college classes during the day and has to work at night, so you'll be on your own most of the time, but you're a big girl now and you can almost take care of yourself, right?". Through burning, sleepy eyes and the fog of half-sleep I mumbled, "Sure, Mommy". "OK, then, Kitten. I'm already packed and the plane leaves soon, so I'm going to leave. You just stay in be and get your rest and....oh! I almost forgot!". She rushed from the room and was back before I could prop myself up on my pillows. "This is for you", she said, handing me a book titled , "So You Are Becoming A Woman". "Maybe it will help you understand some of the changes you're going through". Before I could completely read the title she kissed my on the forehead and was out of my room. Still in sleep-haze, I paged through the book. It had lots of words and quite a few pictures of the female anatomy. The words it used were things like "vagina" and "vulva". I'd heard them whispered before...along with a lot of other words and I was a bit confused. Only a week before Gina, my best friend and next door neighbor showed me a secret hide-away where her brother, Roger, who just got out of the Army, hid all kinds of nasty books and magazines he got in Europe. Some of the words and pictures I had a few seconds to look at (before someone coming chased us out) came to mind. I was still waking up when Mom came back in, kissed me on the cheek and said, " Good. You're reading it. I hope it helps. Kitten, I'll be back in four days. Your Aunt Sue will be here around four. You just rest and take it easy. I love you.". Almost before I could recover I heard the front door lock as she left. For a moment I was dismayed, then I looked back at the book. Then I remembered where my thoughts were and recalled the nasty words and pictures I saw in the box behind the tools in Gina's garage. As I looked at the sterile illustrations in the book Mom gave me and thought about the sexy colored pictures in the ones Gina's brother had, and idea formed. "If I'm going to learn about sex, I'll need more than this boring stuff". At this point I was actually waking up. A sudden jolt lashed at my cunny when the memory of Thor's hot tongue against my bare cunny exploded in my young mind. I was still a bit sleepy and confused so images twirled and merged. The plan that was germinating in my mind before the memory of Thor came back..... "Go to Gina's. Nobody will be home. Grab some of those 'nasty books'. Bring them home and 'learn'", came back. Almost like a zombie I walked from my bedroom into the kitchen. I made up a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats, went into the livingroom, turned on the TV and sat down. Some old movie I would have never watched was on, but before I could change the channel, one actress, dressed like some very wealthy lady of the '20's said to another, dressed similar, "Oh, Darling, don't you think that a martini for breakfast is the perfect way to start the day?". Looking back on it, I think those words from that show at that time had a profound effect on my life. I knew Aunt Sue wouldn't be here for hours, besides, she was a "Hippie-type" anyway. She might never notice. On top of that, she worked nights at some club, so she wouldn't be here long and she wouldn't get back until late. I put down my bowl, boldly walked into the kitchen and went directly to my dad's liquor cabinet. I didn't know one thing in there from another, but I new my Mom like this stuff called "Bailey's". Finding it, I tried a sip. "Wow!", I thought, "this tastes kinda like chocolate milk!". I poured a big glass took it back to the livingroom. I can't tell you how long it was. I can't tell you why I never remembered to change the channel. I can tell you that by the time all the contents of the glass was in my eleven year old stomach I had a vision....no, a nasty, exciting, fun little plan about sneaking throughout the woods between Gina's garage and our house completely naked, stealing that sex-stuff and sneaking back. I was tipsy, laughing to myself and getting turned on just by the thought. On wobbly legs I went to my room, removed my nightshirt and panties and put on socks and tennis shoes. I was going to do it! We lived in the country. None would be home. It would be sooooo naughty! I was laughing and giggling and getting excited in everywhere imaginable when I opened the door and peaked around outside. It was only at that moment, when his hot muzzle sniffed my naked little butt, that I really even thought about Thor. Here I was, thin, blonde, just turned eleven; my skin, all but the parts my little bikini covered, was golden. My baby-fine hair had so many sun highlights that, at a distance, it looked almost white. Here I was standing in the open door, in bright sunlight of an early Spring Georgia morning wearing nothing more than white cotton socks and tennis shoes. Here I was all freckles and energy, quite tipsy, very horny, and on the verge of a big, risky, nasty adventure. Here I was with my slanty green eyes already glazed by alcohol and lust when the very thing that started my sexual awakening hits me. Somewhere between reality and a dream I twisted and slouched against to open door to face Thor. Somewhere between my strongest fantasy and my biggest fear, his long hot tongue shot out and lapped my bare, hairless mons. Again and again, like some hot dream, his hot, wet tongue lashed out. It separated my puffy cunny lips. It lapped at my virgin hole. "Ooooooh! Damn! Oooooh! Shit!" I gurgled. My knees began to buckle. I was slowly sliding down the door. My pussy was opening wider! "In me! It's in Me!!!", I blurted. It was! I was so open his hot tongue was in my hole...in my virgin hole! Again and again it lapped. Each time my knees buckled further, my knees open wider, my cunny spread more; each time his tongue went deeper! Suddenly a loud car came down our long , dusty driveway. It was all I could do to crawl out of the doorway and close the door. I was facing the door, on my hands and knees, a bit of my mind in the real world trying to figure out what to do and most of the rest of my thoughts in the "land of lust", when Thor tried to mount me. (Maybe some girls had the chance to romantically discover dog sex. I'm glad for them. For me, it was like some kind of battle. Only you female readers might be able to identify the turbulence and confusion of female puberty...how romance and adventure and risk and excitement all work together. Only you ladies who have known the sweet softness of a dog's tongue on the tender tissues of your swollen, needy pussy can really understand. To the rest I can only tell you, this is not a sex story. This is one woman (among many) who openly and honestly enjoys sex with dogs and honestly wants you to understand how and why. I'm not ad-libbing. I WAS eleven years old, all but naked, alone in the house, when our family dog first jumped up behind my naked butt and started humping! That lead to a lot more. It lead to the fact that I'm over thirty now and have enjoyed the wonderful feel of being locked up with the burning knot of a big dog caught in my shaved cunt more times than may of you have ever had sex with any other living being...and that is a fact! Linda's Dog Chapter 5 I was on my bony eleven year old knees, drunk out of my mind and so horny I was about to go insane. Thor, my beautiful golden lab, not two seconds before was lapping at my hairless cunny like it was the best food on earth. He even pushed his long thick tongue up my virgin pussy!..not once, but many times! Then the car came, right while I was standing in the open door way getting my pussy loved by a dog! That I was able to crawl around and close the door was amazing. That I screamed aloud when that big dog jumped on my tiny backside is only natural. His dew claws raked at my sides and I screamed, "Thor! Ouch! Get down!" The pitch and volume of my screamed must have scared him because he jumped back immediately, but he tried to jump back at me again. I rolled on my side and ended up sitting and facing him. I could hear voices and steps coming up the sidewalk when Thor shoved his big nose into my crotch. I tried to push him back, but I was too weak. His wonderful tongue lapped out, slopping its hot softness up between the still open folds of my tiny pussy lips. That wonderful hot monster lapped right up inside my virgin hole again and I couldn't stop him. I could hear the footsteps getting closer, but I couldn't stop him. I didn't want to! I was on fire! I'd never ever felt like that! My narrow little hips were thrusting to meet his tongue. My whole body wracked with lovely, hot, tingly electric jolts everytime that wonderful tongue touched my pussy. He was attacking my pussy! My little butt was banging a soft fast drumbeat on the wooded floor. My hands were not pushing him away; they were pulling him closer. I could hear little whimpering noises, fast and loud, echoing in the hall way. There was a strong knock on the door. It vibrated the floor, but I couldn't stop. I was cumming! I was cumming and cumming all over my big puppy's sweet tongue! The room was spinning! I was getting tunnel vision and all I could see was my hairless pussy and that sweet tongue! It felt like my whole body was going through one hot electric explosion after another, each stronger than the last. I was biting my lip to keep from being heard, but loud squeals came through my nose. I heard the car driving away and I let go. "Ooooooooh, Aaaaaaaah!" I screamed nothing that made sense. I just kept exploding all over that super tongue! It got hotter, harder, worse! I was the nastiest girl in the whole world and loving it. I was sex! Nothing but sex! I was an eleven year old, flat chested, bony legged, freckle-faced ORAGASM MACHINE!!! I passed out. It was nearly noon when the hot sun coming through the skylight above woke me up. I was sticky all over. I was in an absolute daze when I made my way to the bathroom and filled the tub. It was over an hour after that before I fully comprehended what had happened. ...And I felt no shame! That night, before my Aunt got home, and every morning and night for the next three days I let Thor eat my naked pussy. I had welts on my side to remind me that he might try to mount me and it would hurt a lot. That probably kept me from going further with a dog until about two years later, but it didn't stop me from enjoying my new found pleasure. I let Thor eat me every chance I could. And it wasn't just Thor. Later that year, in the Summer, I went to stay with my Uncle Ron and Aunt Kay at the cottage at the lake. They had a Doberman named Icon who I couldn't take my eyes off of. I used to sneak out in the woods with him and let his tongue give me the doggy fix I'd become addicted to. To this very day, when I see a big pretty dog I get sexually excited. I've "seduced" more dogs, strays, pets of friends and relatives, any dog, any size any kind, than I can even remember...and it all started with Thor's tongue. Linda's Dog Chapter 6 From that fateful summer of my eleventh year forward to this very day I've loved the feel of a long, hot dog's tongue on my pussy. That year I must have let Thor lap my cunny into orgasms at least once a week. That year I "trained" my uncle's Doberman, my next door neighbors' Collie, and my Grandma's Toy Poodle to lick my tender pussy. Each one of them had their own "style." The poodle licked very, very fast little strokes that mostly hit my clitty. That drove me absolutely wild before I even knew what hit me. I was there sitting on the floor of my Grandma's bedroom letting that lovely little licking machine make me into a lust blinded sex maniac. Everyone was gone but me and the house is way out in the country, so I felt free to make all the noise I wanted. That nearly exposed my secret. My Grandma's scream calling my name broke me from a tremendous multiple orgasm just in time to dive under the covers on her bed. When she burst into the bedroom I made up a lie about a bad dream. Sh e bought it, but that was a close call! The time I taught Lazy, the neighbors Collie, to lick my demanding little cunny was a hot August night. I was "camping out" in the backyard, because my other Granny had come to visit and was sleeping in my room. I was going to ask my parents if I could have Thor out there with me (he normally slept in the house) when my Dad said, "Linda, I think you keep Thor out with you tonight. Then you won't have to worry, 'cause he'll take good care of you." He had no idea how right he was! The old folks went to be around 10:30. The lights went out and Thor went to work. I was lying in the little pup tent, on top of the old flannel sleeping bag with my head out of the tent (so I could see if anybody came) and Thor inside...between my wide spread, skinny little thighs, driving me into "Lovelyland." I'd folded my pillow double and put it under my little round butt to give my lover better access. His hot tongue was lapping the full length of my puffy little slit, and the stars I was seeing were a lot more than just those in the deep blue sky above me, when I heard trotting footsteps. Almost the moment I heard them, the one who made them was standing over me. It was Lazy. He lapped my face with a tongue that felt like wet, hot sandpaper (Thor's tongue was like satin). I giggle and tried to push him away. He came right back, lapping my face and throat. Thor stopped his wonderful "duty" between my legs and came out to meet Lazy. They circle one another, sniffed each other and bounced around the yard playing for a few minutes. This whole time I'm feeling like I was left high an dry. As I watched them play, the fingers of both my hands were diddling my pussy like crazy. I needed to cum! I wanted Thor back at his duty and I needed him immediately. It was like he could read my mind. Before I even called him he and Lazy trotted right over to the tent, right past my face and inside. Looking into the dark tent I couldn't tell what was going on, but in a few moments I felt Thor's silky tongue on my hairless cunny. I jolted...naturally. Then I felt Lazy's sandpaper tongue. "Eeeeee!" I squealed softly. Suddenly it was like an eating contest. Both dogs were lapping at my mons, my inner thighs and my pussy as if each one wanted to eat all of me before I was all gone. First silk then sandpaper. The alternating sensations were driving me into helpless tremors, jerks and spasms. "Good doggies! Ooooh Good doggies! Lick me! Lick me! Oh, god! lick my pussy! Oh, shit! Oh, damn! Oh, fuck!" (I just learned those "nasty" words and loved saying them). My body was bucking and squirming completely beyond any control. I was a lightening storm inside. Lovely, powerful electric thrills shot through my pussy, my tummy and my tiny teacup titties. The licking kept up. It felt like it was all over my body. My thighs, my tummy and my tiny pink nipples. I was biting my lip hard to keep from screaming. The dogs were dancing all over in there, changing positions, fighting for positions. Paws scratched at my sides sometimes as they moved around and the sudden pain only seemed to enhance the pleasure. I didn't have to feel guilty. I was being raped...tongue raped by two dogs. I was lost in wonderful, thrilling sensations. Satin was lapping at my titties and throat and a hard, very hot pointed tongue was rubbing up and down my wet, opened slit while Lazy lapped my chest, too. "What!? Three tongues," my confused brain asked. Through the daze I thought, "What kind of tongue is that?." Then I realized my position. Thor was lapping at my throat, but Lazy was standing over me. It wasn't his tongue at my virgin cunny. It was his cock! He wasn't in me, but that hot poker was rubbing its full length against my little slit and that was driving me more crazy then his licking. I tried to lift my head against the wonderful tongues. Looking under Lazy's tummy into the darkness I could see nothing. It was too dark, his hair was too long, but I knew that wet, very hot thing rubbing my cunny had to be his cock. I was a virgin, a child, and a dog was really trying to rape me! In shock and fear I screamed and threw the big dog off. Lights came on in the house. My Dad came running out. I barely got into the sleeping bag before he was there. This time I made up a lie about Lazy coming into the tent when I was a sleep and scaring me. I barely got away with that one and I avoided Lazy for the rest of the summer, but that moment did have it's effect. From that time on, when Thor would lick his cock after licking me to so many delicious cums. I would sit close to him and watch. Mast of the time I would sit on the floor very near him and watch as that marvelous tongue that had just given me so much pleasure lapped at the furry sheath. Sometimes I would sit mesmerized, with my little heart pounding as an inch or two of pink tip exposed itself . "Is that your cock, Thor?", I whispered. "Does it feel good when you lick yourself like it makes me feel good when you lick my pussy?." It got so that, even in the livingroom with my parents around, when Thor would lick his doggy dick I would just stare. One time my mom even caught me staring and she yelled at Thor (Like it was his fault I was so fascinated with his dick!). By the second month after my twelfth birthday, I was beginning to feel sorry for him. By this time a lot of my friends were whispering about things they heard or read or even saw concerning sex with boys. One of my friends, Conny, even let me borrow this book about growing up her parents got for her brother. Care to guess the title? How about "So You're Becoming a Man."..no kidding! I did learn a bit from that dry dull literature, though. For instances "Males are driven to desire sexual gratification by very strong hormones" and "If sperm is allowed to build up too much and too long it can damage you (males)" . Although the book intended that last piece of information to make boys avoid things that made them horny, I read it differently and I felt guilty. All this time I had made Thor suffer. Whenever he tried to mount me in the past I would beat him down and scold him. The poor puppy! It was true that he licked himself. But, if cumming for a dog was like it was for a boy, then he should have squirted his "seed" and I never saw him do that. I knew I had to help and, thanks to Jenny, another friend of mine, telling about what she saw when her older sister jacked of a guy in their livingroom, I had a very good idea how to help. Now don't get the idea that I rushed right out and jerked Thor off. It was no where near that easy. Last Sunday, while jogging, I saw a girl that reminded me of myself at that age while I was going through the torture of that decision. She was a skinny little 11 or 12 year old, with budding breast and tiny nipples quite visible through the T-shirt she was wearing. Her long strawberry blond hair (mine was/is white blonde) fell in long cascades down her back. What reminded me of myself most was the look on her freckled face. She had a small wrinkle above her button nose and her wide blue eyes had a very distant stare in them as she sat in a park swing and watched the big Rottwieler at his feet lick himself. I wondered then, and still do, if she wasn't thinking the same things I was when I went through that decision. "Touch it? Should I really touch it? Will he get mad and bite me? What does it feel like? Does it get really big? How big? Will it really make him feel better?." I must have watched him lick himself two dozen times trying to make up my mind. I didn't even let him lick me during that period. I was considering doing something very, very nasty. It wouldn't be a case of him introducing me to pleasures and me being helpless to avoid them. I would be the one initiating this...IF I did this. As the weeks went by, and I got hornier by the day, I grew bolder. Sometimes when petting him I would "accidentally" let my thin fingers brush down his flank to his under belly, just grazing the hair covered sheath with my finger tips. It felt firm and warm...almost inviting. A few times he rolled on his back so I could scratch his belly and I scratched down low, just over the top of it. He seemed to enjoy this, but his penis never came out. I had been considering stroking his sheath many times, but the first time I touched his penis was a shock to me. It was Saturday night. both my parents had gone to my uncle's house for an all night party and my hippie aunt would be coming to take care of me after she got off work at one AM. I was sitting on the floor watching television and absent mindedly rubbing Thor's tummy when I felt something wet and hot against the back of my hand. I froze. In the dim light of only the TV I could see the pointed pink tip of Thor's penis touching the back of my hand. I kept that hand right where it was and started rubbing tiny circles, keeping my hand in contact with that Hot thing. "Oh, it's so hot!", I thought. "It feels good, like a tongue. Ooooh, it's getting bigger!" As I continued the motions the pretty shiny dog cock pushed further out, over two inches of it rubbing against the back of my hand. I couldn't believe what I was doing! I was actually touching "it."..and I loved it. My temperature was rising fast. The whole room felt hot. My belly rubbing became firmer and more vigorous all by itself. My eyes were fix on the site. "A dog cock! A dog cock on my hand. A hot, big wet dog cock!" and it just kept getting bigger. My little butt was squirming into the carpet in excitement. My thin tanned thighs were jiggling open and closed in a flutter, trying to quench the fire building in my cunny. Thor tried to roll on to his side, but I pushed him back over. I had to see! I had to feel! "I'm doing it! God, I'm touching a dog cock! I'm doing it! I'm doing it!." He rolled over on his side again and tried to put his head down there to lick himself. I tried to roll him back again, but this time he was too strong for me to move with one hand. Reluctantly, but quickly I removed the hand from his tummy and tried to throw him onto his back. He rolled all the way over and on to his feet. Then he trotted of across the room and lay down in front of the TV to lick himself. I looked at him, then at the slime he left on the back of my hand, then back to him. It was more curiosity than lust that made me bring that had to my nose and sniff. It smelled kind of earthy, a little like copper. My hand quivered as I slowly stuck out my little tongue. I knew I was going to taste a dog cock...even if it was second hand. A "good girl" would have jumped up and washed her hand. But a good girl would have done that the very instant she had touched that hot thing. I knew I was not a good girl. I was a nasty girl... a very nasty girl. My tongue touched the slime on the back of my hand. It had the texture of light cooking oil and the taste of a combination of metal, salt and something quite sweet. It was like eating my moms non-sugar coffee sweetener, only oily. To my suprise I liked it. I stared at Thor licking his still exposed cock while I lapped again and again at the doggy goo on my own hand. The tension in that room was like a primitive jungle heat, a passion between two wild animals was building. I wanted to touch his cock again; this time on purpose. I wanted to feel that thing in my fist. There was no more question in the decision: I WANTED to jack off my dog! On hands and knees a crawled over the gold shag carpet toward my lover. The light near the TV was much brighter than it had been across the room. With two hands I pulled Thor's big golden head away from his doggy dick. For a long moment I held his head and stared at that cock. I'd never see a dog's dick out so far before. It was out over two inches. It was pink at the very tip and pointy, like a little elves hat. As it got closer to the hairy sheath it got thicker and redder. Holding Thor's muzzle, gently and firmly with my left hand, I reached with my right toward his cock. Tentatively, with the tip of my index finger, I touched the tip of Thor's dick. It was wet and rubbery. As I wiggled the finger tip the tip of his cock wiggled under my gently touch. Thor let out a sound deep in his throat, but it wasn't really a growl. Maybe I should have paid attention to him, but I was not about to let what he wanted stop me from what I wanted...and I wanted to feel his cock! With the tips of two fingers I began to gently pet his cock like it was a tiny helpless animal. "It's kinda cute I thought...and so HOT!." Thor whimpered a bit and tried to move so I place my forearm on his neck and leaned in to force him down. I was growing bolder. I held his dick tip between my thumb and two fingers and began to slowly pump up and down the way a girl friend had described to me. "I'm doin' it! I'm jerking off a cock! A dogs' cock! I'm doin' it!" I was excited beyond words. My thighs were pressed tightly together, trying to satisfy my cunny. It need to have attention immediately, but I wasn't about to stop what I was doing. I tried to hold the whole tip in my tiny fist and it just fit. I couldn't stroke up and down without losing it, so I gave it lots of quick, little squeezes. Suddenly Thor applied his strength, rolled right over me and stood up. "No!" I shouted."Stay!" I grabbed his collar with my left hand and reached up toward his dick with my right. At this point I was lying on my back, looking up at his underbelly. This time I was desperate. I NEEDED to jerk him off. If not for him, then for me. "Please, Thor. Please. Give mommy your cock. Let mommy see your puppy cock." The tip had receded into the sheath, so a clamped my hand around that fur covered tube and started to pump feverishly up and down. There was no gentleness left I need that cock! I needed to see it, to feel it! I needed to make it squirt. Faster and faster I pumped. Thor tried to dance around, but I held fast to his collar with all my strength and beat up and down on that furry sheath like it meant the world...at that moment it did! Then it came out...and not to slowly. "Oh! Oh! There it is! There it is! Cocky! Doggy Cocky!." I was chanting as I was panting. "Oh more! Oh, more! It's getting bigger! Oh, goooood puppy! Gooood puppy! make it BIGGER!." I was jacking furiously. Beneath my hand the fur swelled and grew strong. Out of the sheath even more sweet, wonderful dog dick came. Thor began humping my hand. My face, some how , kept getting closer to that big red dick. I wanted to see it better...as close up as I could. I could smell the animal scent of his slimy cock, just inches from my face. I moved my hand from the sheath to that big red, wet prod. It was HOT! It nearly burned, but I was hot, too. Too hot. Instantly I started stroking that big red meat in my little fist. Thor was growling deep in his throat and humpi ng into my fist in strong short stabs. "Oh, do it! Do it! Do it for mommy! Good puppy! Good puppy! Cum! Cum! Cum for mommy! Cum! Cum! Cum!" And he did! A hot stream hit me right in the face. Then another and another. I couldn't move my face. My fist was a blur. I wanted it all! I wanted it all! And I wasn't gonna stop. Faster I pumped. Harder he humped. Hot continuous spray splashed my eye lips my nose and my open panting lips. I was still jerking on his dick in a lust controlled frenzy long after he stopped spraying. Finally he jerked away and my hands shot to my cunny. I literally ripped the crotch out of my old pink panties and went at my little pussy with both hands like I was trying to finger out a fire. My hips banged up and down to meet my fingers. I was pulling and tearing at my tiny pink pussy lip and digging at my clit with my nails. My screams echoed all over the place. For the first time in my young life I masturbated to an orgasm. I came and came and came, until I was nothing but a helpless mess on the floor. When the after glow finally burned down enough so I could think, I found myself lying on the floor on my side looking toward the hallway. In the reflection of the full length mirror there I saw a skinny blonde twelve year old. Her catlike green eyes looked glassy. Her fine blonde hair was in a total disarray. It stuck to her nose and eye lashes and cheeks. Her face, her hair, the front of her nightgown were soaking wet. As she slowly lifted her leg, I could see that her panties were torn most of the way off and shiny oil covered her thighs and bare pussy. I did managed to get up and get cleaned before my aunt arrived, but to say I "recovered" is a completely different matter. What happened that night was only a beginning. I knew, now, that, not only would I jerk off I dog, I LOVED IT! I also learned that, given the right circumstances I could masturbate to orgasm. From that moment to this very day "the right circumstances" Must involve a dog or many dogs. I also learned that night that the taste of doggy cum was good. And I wanted more. -Love, Linda-