When her parents go out of town for the weekend,
twelve-year-old Stacy finds out that her family's eight
dogs are more than she can handle. (g/beasts, ped, nc)
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Hi, my name is Stacy, I'm 12 years old and in 5th
grade. I am rather tall for my age, at five foot five,
and have green eyes and red hair that flows down to my
well-shaped butt. My mom and sister likewise have long,
matching hair.
My family has four large wolfhounds, a lab, a
Rottweiler, a huge great Dane, and an absolutely
massive Saint Bernard, all male, and all not neutered.
You could say my family collects dogs. The reason we
don't neuter them is because my mom believes that it is
immoral and unnatural. When my daddy was here, he tried
to convince her to neuter them, but to no avail.
My family has always been very open about sex, and I
mean very open. My own mother showed me how to
masturbate, with the reasoning that I wouldn't be as
inclined to have sex with guys if I knew how to
pleasure myself. She also signed me up for a full
sexual education course, despite protests from the
teacher. She even bought me and my sister vibrators on
our tenth birthdays, and showed us how to obtain
maximum pleasure from them. In my family, it isn't
uncommon for me to be admitted into my sister's bedroom
to find her masturbating. We don't mind watching each
other, and sometimes even helping.
Despite this knowledge of sex, I had never broken my
hymen, and remained a complete virgin. Even when I
masturbated, I only rubbed the outside, or put the
vibrator to my clitoris. Nothing bigger than a finger
had even been more than a quarter-inch inside my
vagina, and the regular doctor's checkups hurt like
crazy.
The doctor, a nice young man by the name of Jack, and
whom I had a slight crush on, would often press me to
let him break my hymen with his finger. "You'd feel a
lot less pain that way," he'd explain. But I always
said no, that I wanted to lose my virginity the real
way, with the right boy on our engagement night.
So on this particular weekend, my big sister, Karen,
and my mom, Julie, were heading out of town.
My mom was saying, "now be a big girl for mommy, and
don't throw any wild parties, you promise?"
"I promise," I said.
She handed me a list and said, "Here's the emergency
contacts, as well as Greg's number if the dogs are too
much for you, and Jack's number in case you need
medical attention." I blushed slightly, took the list,
and mumbled a quick goodbye.
I waved until they drove off, then, with a sigh, walked
back into the house. I took off my socks, shoes, and
shirt, leaving me with only my panties on, as I didn't
wear a bra yet. I absent-mindedly stroked my nipples,
feeling the wonderful feelings going through my body. I
sat down on the bean bag chair in the living room and
began to masturbate. Just then, I heard a loud sound
behind me, and whirled around. It was only Buster, the
Labrador Retriever.
He yapped again and put his paws on my shoulders. He
then began to hump the air, and his penis began to come
out of its sheath. I stared at it, horrified, and
pushed him away, yelling, "Bad Buster! Down boy!"
He gave me a wounded look and went over to the corner
of the room to slowly lick his engorged member, every
once in a while shooting me another wounded look. I
sighed and said, "I know what you want, buster, but I'm
not a girl dog! I'm a girl human, and we are not
sexually compatible."
Later on that night, shortly after dinner, I took my
vibrator and thankfully turned it on. Putting it to my
clit, I moaned with relief. I hadn't been able to
masturbate all day, because the dogs kept bothering me
whenever I tried. I had already put them in the large
converted garage we used to keep them in at night so
they wouldn't keep us up with barking.
I moaned again and pressed the vibrator harder. Just
then, I heard a loud crash from downstairs. I stifled a
shriek and turned off my vibrator. I hurriedly put on
my nightshirt, and walked downstairs cautiously, one
hand on the railing to steady myself.
Halfway down the stairs I stepped on a CD case and lost
my balance. I crashed over the railing, landing tummy-
first on the bean bag chair. The impact took my breath
away. I heard a sound behind me, but was unable to
look, as I was still temporarily paralyzed from a
combination of my fall and the fear I now felt. I felt
the shape sniff my crotch, and then I almost laughed
out loud with relief. I would have, if I could have
caught my breath.
It was only Buster. He and the other dogs must have
busted out of the garage into the house again. I
started to push myself up, but my arms gave way, and my
legs were still numb from the impact of the fall. I
decided to lay there for a minute and regain my breath.
Just then, I felt something wet and soft caress my
crotch, and I shrieked.
Then I realized it was only Buster again, and I
relaxed. I reached back with a very weak arm, and tried
to shoo him away, but he licked my hand and went back
to licking my crotch. "I have to... get to the...
phone... to call doctor... Jack..." I panted to myself.
I tried again to push myself to my feet, giving it all
I had. I felt blackness close in and I fainted.
When I awoke some minutes later, I felt extremely
horny. I couldn't figure out why until I remembered
Buster licking my crotch. I looked back, and sure
enough, he was still there, licking from the base of my
vagina, curling his tongue up into my pussy, and
tweaking my clitoris with the end of his tongue. I
moaned with pleasure; I couldn't help myself.
I was slowly losing my will to leave, and I was only a
couple licks away from an orgasm. I realized that
Buster must have found me lying on the floor, smelled
the juices in my pussy, and decided that I was in heat.
That thought froze me; if he thought I was a bitch in
heat, he would probably try to mate with me again! I
struggled now to get up, but Buster growled at me, and
I flopped back down, scared. Buster had never been very
friendly, which was unusual for a lab. He always had
been very dominant, even with me and my mom and sister.
I knew he would bite me if I tried to get up again, and
desperately I tried to think of a way to get out of
this. Before I could, however, I felt his front paws
slide past my shoulders and onto the bean bag chair. I
could feel him humping and began to scream. This was a
very bad idea, because it brought the other seven dogs
running. They were growling, until they realized what
was happening, and then they sat on the ground, tapping
their tails.
I screamed again and again, not noticing one of the
wolfhounds, Warg, sneaking up on me. Suddenly he jumped
on my head, and began thrusting in my face. I screamed
again, and that was when two things happened at once.
The first was that Warg hit my mouth with his growing
cock, and thrust in hard and deep, nearly gagging me,
and causing me to involuntarily unclench my legs.
The second was that Buster took his chance and thrust
into my now-gushing pussy with his large cock. I cried
and moaned and thrashed around, making muffled screams
and shrieks, but it was no good. Soon I resigned myself
to my fate, and simply took it. The pain in my pussy
had been incredible at first, but now I was beginning
to feel a little pleasure mixed with the pain. I
thought to myself that if I had to do this, I might as
well enjoy it, so I reached under my tummy and, upon
finding my clitoris, began to rub it vigorously.
After a few minutes, I was having a great time, and the
tears leaking from my eyes were ones of pleasure
instead of pain and horror. After about half an hour, I
felt my orgasm building. Just then, Buster thrust in
hard, and I felt his knot enter me, and my world
exploded in a wonderful orgasm. I moaned, opening my
mouth wider, and Warg took his shot and thrust his knot
into my mouth.
I gagged, trying not to choke, and breathed through my
nose. His cock was now sticking down my throat,
slightly past my trachea, and his knot was rapidly
expanding in my mouth. I felt like I had swallowed the
world's biggest jawbreaker. Then Warg stopped thrusting
and began to pump cum down my throat, with Buster
orgasming in tandem.
I cried and cried, and tried not to choke to death with
the giant cock in my mouth. After what seemed like
ages, they both finally pulled out.
I gasped for breath, sucking air into my starved lungs,
until I felt something behind me and gasped. It was
Bernie, the saint Bernard. I felt him mount me, with no
foreplay, and knew there was nothing I could do.
Imagine my horror when his massive cock hit my asshole,
and he thrust in! I felt like my ass was going to
explode.
I cried out and moaned in pain, expecting and wishing
to die any minute. Then Big Mac, the Great Dane, darted
in and starting licking my pussy. I have masturbated
many times, but only once have I felt an orgasm like
the one Big Mac and Bernie gave me. It lasted until Big
Mac got his knot in my asshole, which hurt so much I
stopped in the middle of an orgasm.
When Bernie finally pulled out of me with a plop, shit
began to pile on the ground, simply gushing out of my
ass as if I had been given an enema. The pile of shit
and cum collected on the ground, and I sighed with
relief, until the next dog in line, one of the other
wolfhounds, mounted me.
I spent the rest of the evening like that, being
mounted one dog after another. Eventually I had to pee,
and I just peed while Big Mac's huge cock was inside
me. I spent the rest of the night cleaning up from
being the dogs' bitch.
I shall never forget that dogs' day.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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