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Submitted by Sam on 25/Nov/2004 in reply to Beastiality Stories posted by Alan on 24/Nov/2004
Eric and Sam had driven up to their favorite climbing area on Friday night. It rained all night and into the morning. The weather report was predicting more rain, so they decided to bag it and headed for home. Eric came in the back door and dumped his climbing gear in the kitchen. He opened a beer and went upstairs to shower. Hearing peculiar noises from Karen's room, he peeked inside. He was momentarily startled by what he saw...
Karen knew it was going to be an awful summer. Her mother sent her to an exclusive girl's school each year. Summers were spent with her father. Things hadn't been to bad when her father had an apartment in the city. At least she had some friends around. Then two years ago her father had met Jenny. Karen assumed Jenny married her father for his wealth, and she was probably correct. Jenny had a son Eric. Karen and Eric hated each other, and their fights were wicked. Last summer her father had spent a lot of time at Jenny's place in the country leaving Karen at the apartment alone. Last winter her father had given up the apartment and moved out to Jenny's place. Karen had no choice but to move out to Jenny and Eric's house for the summer. She hated Jenny. She hated Eric. Her father ignored her. She had no friends. Life sucked the big one.
Jenny was a dog breeder. She raised an exclusive breed of Great Danes that fetched big bucks at sale. She had some thirty dogs in a huge kennel on her property. At first Karen showed no interest in the dogs. But after a few knock-down-drag-out fights with Eric and Jenny, Karen decided to use the dogs for some measure of entertainment. She would take one or two of the huge dogs on long walks each day. One dog she started to like a lot was named Duke. She and Duke became fast friends, spending more and more time together. Duke was loyal and unquestioning. He never got mad or made Karen do things she didn't want. One day a bitch in the kennel next to Duke went into heat and made Duke very horny. On their daily romp, Duke came up to Karen when she was sitting down and began humping Karen's leg. It scared Karen and she scolded Duke and took him back to the kennel.
That night, Karen had an erotic dream. It started with a boy she had met just before school let out, but the boy morphed into Duke. The dream-Duke licked Karen all over her body. He licked her neck, her breasts, and her belly. He licked her feet, tickling them. He started licking his way up her legs, and when he reached her dream pussy, she awoke. Karen's sheets were soaked in sweat, her pussy was swollen and wet. Her nipples were stiff and hard. Her hand was between her legs, stroking. She remembered the entire dream, and felt disgusted. She didn't stop rubbing, but couldn't bring herself to an orgasm. She smelled the juices on her hand and thought of her boyfriend, then she thought of Duke. Thinking of Duke scared her, she thought it was perverted. But the image of Duke kept coming back. At last she slept.
She avoided the kennel for a few days. The dream kept recurring, several times a night. Soon the dream became a waking fantasy. She found herself drawn to the kennels again. She took Duke on a few uneventful walks, and calmed her fears about herself. Then one day on their walk, Duke sat down to rest and began to lick himself. Just the tip of his penis protruded from its sheath, enough for Karen to see. She stared at it, fixed. She couldn't take her eyes off of his doghood. She knew at that moment, she wanted Duke inside her. But she had to feel safe about it. This weekend would be perfect. Her father and Jenny would be off to a dog show for four days. Eric was going climbing with that geek, Sam. She had volunteered to stay home and tend the kennel. She could be alone and private with her Duke.
Friday night her dream/fantasy was intense. It went on and on, she barely got any sleep. Her hands rubbed her pussy constantly. Sometimes she curled forward, tongue out, trying to lick her own genitals like the girl dogs in the kennel. But she had to lick her wet fingers to satisfy that urge. That morning she tended to all the animals, feeding and watering them, cleaning out all of the cages. Her guts were trembling in anticipation and fear. Then she decided to do it. She went to Dukes cage and called him out. Duke obediently followed. She took him to the grooming area and bathed him thoroughly, paying close attention to his scrotum and sheath. She then led him into the house and up to her room.
She took off all her clothes and sat on the edge of her bed. Karen put her hair up in a ponytail off the top of her head. She glanced in the mirror to examine her fifteen-year-old body. She held her breasts and examined the length of her now exposed neck. One hand slid down to her swelling pussy and began to rub. "I have a great body!" she said out loud, "Duke, you are going to love this." As she spoke to Duke, he came over to her. He instinctively put his nose between her legs, she instinctively spread 'em. He wasted no time licking her legs or belly. No, he went straight for the pink. His long, wet licks sent shudders through Karen's virgin body. She laid back, holding her breasts, feeling her nipples grow. The dog saliva dripping from his mouth mixed with the pussy juices she drooled, forming a wet spot on the bed. She began to blush. A healthy pink bloom surrounded her sex, spreading up her belly and down her legs. Her young breasts swelled and blushed. Her neck turned pink, from her collar to her ears. Her skin began to feel hot and she started to sweat. Duke began to crawl onto the bed, but Karen wanted to do it "doggy style", like she had seen on the nature shows on TV.
She got off the bed and knelt on the carpet, raising her ass into the air. Duke got behind her and tried to mount her. But Karen was still a small woman, though, and Duke was a big dog. Her raised ass was too low to make connection. Karen decided to get a footstool. She walked down the hall to the sitting room. Duke followed her closely, and stuck his nose between her legs and licked.
Karen froze in her tracks. Her body did not respond to her conscious will. Her body reacted as though some new wiring had taken over. She started to arch her back and push her ass out backwards to him. Her legs spread wider, then she dropped to her knees. This sexual access behaviour was quite compelling, she could not control it. She put her hands on the floor, arched her back more, offering her pert little ass and her pink, virgin pussy to Duke. He stopped licking and tried to mount. She regained control, staggered up, and continued to walk, knees stiff with excitement. Duke pressed his cold, wet nose against her anus, simultaneously licking her sex with his long tongue. Again she stopped and spread her legs. She dropped to her hands and knees. She lifted her butt into the air, completely offering herself and accepting the dominance of his maleness. When he stopped licking and tried to mount, she stood up to walk. A third time he licked her, taking control. She found herself on all fours, back arched, ass in the air. Duke was over her trying to get low enough to make entry. Again she stood up. This time, when Duke tried to lick her, it tickled. She squealed in delight and jumped away. Duke gave chase and the two of them made a game of it. She ran about the house trying to out run him, laughing and shrieking. He followed closely, licking what ever he could get his tongue on, aiming for her ass. Finally she made it to the sitting room, got a stool and returned to her own room.
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