The Adventures of Cindy Lake

- by Alvo Torelli, 2019

Chapter One

Friday, March 31, 2000, 8:00 PM, Laura Jenson's house.

Cindy Lake waved good-bye to Laura Jenson from the doorway as the single mother and her handsome date pulled out of the driveway. She cradled Laura's cute little Schipperke in her other arm and returned to petting his lovely black fur. His name was Frisky, which fit his outgoing and bossy personality, but he was a wonderful family dog and Cindy was very fond of him. As Cindy turned to close the door, the little rascal squirmed in her arms and licked her rapidly on the mouth, his tongue penetrating her lips and scraping its roughness against her own tongue. "Oh, Frisky, stop that! Bad boy." But the pretty little dog looked so upset at being scolded that Cindy cooed at him, telling him it was okay. She even rewarded his forward, bossy behavior with a quick little peck on the mouth. He was just too cute.

Setting Frisky down, Cindy strolled back to Annie's bedroom to check on her. The pretty seven-year-old girl appeared to be sound asleep. Laura Jenson wouldn't be home for hours. With relief, Cindy realized she would have some time alone to try to understand what was happening to her.

Back in the living room, Cindy perched on the couch. Why did she have these urges to touch herself all the time? Why did she get all sweaty and panicky every time the girls at school started talking about boys and about the things that they'd heard a girl might do with a boy? Those things were disgusting, but hearing and thinking about them made her feel so strange, like she was embarrassed, outraged and excited all at the same time. Cindy was so confused, but even as she tried to unravel these strange feelings, she pushed her hand up under her bulky blouse and stroked gently at the tiny nipples on her small breasts. It felt so good. Why did it feel so good? What was it that made her gather up her long skirt and pull it up around her waist, scooting forward on the couch until her small butt was right at the edge, with her white panties exposed.

Cindy needed to think. She needed to understand what was happening to her twelve-year-old body. It was long since Cindy had first noticed she'd developed small but very shapely breasts. And they had become so sensitive! They drove her crazy. Her nipples were so easily aroused and they became sharp little points that showed through any blouse unless it was very heavy or covered with a bulky sweater. She was horribly mortified by the idea of anyone, especially one of the boys, noticing her new breasts or seeing her ill-behaved nipples pushing through her blouse. So Cindy only wore heavy, shapeless tops. She also wore long heavy skirts and sensible shoes. She was ashamed of her small body, terrified that anyone would notice her. She was completely unaware that her frumpy and unstylish clothing hid an incredibly sexy and curvaceous physique. Cindy was convinced that her body was something to hide, something that would only earn her ridicule from her peers.

To make matters worse, Cindy was convinced she should wear her long blonde hair in pigtails, with bangs that hung down and covered half of her face. It was a ridiculous style that contributed to her looking much younger than she was. But the bangs gave her insecure subconscious something to hide behind and her pigtails kept her thick blonde curls in check, so that no one would notice her. Since she was such a petite girl, standing only four and a half feet tall, people were constantly mistaking her for a nine or ten year old. More than once she'd been embarrassed when some adult asked which elementary school she attended. And the kids at school teased her without mercy, calling her shrimp, freak or even four-eyes, referring to the thick-framed glasses she also hid behind. Cindy was too young and inexperienced to understand that the more she tried to hide behind her bangs and her shapeless clothing, the more she stood out from her peers and the more negative attention she brought down on herself. If she'd really wanted to disappear she should have acted and dressed just like everyone else.

Cindy was the most unstylish and unpopular girl in her school, but it was all a lie. Even as a sixth-grader, Cindy could easily have been the hottest girl at Harding Middle School. Instead she was an outcast - a freak.

And now things were even worse: poor Cindy Lake had fallen in love.

Cindy's blue eyes grew heavy as she slipped her fingers into her panties and tentatively stroked and fingered the puffy bald mounds around her tingling little cunt. She bit her lip as the sensitive flesh swelled with warm blood and juices lubricated her for an activity she could hardly imagine. Cindy stretched her pretty legs wide and involuntarily thought about David Barrett. For days the boy had appeared in her thoughts, distracting her from her schoolwork and her chores. He was so gorgeous and so much more mature than the boys her own age. He had real muscles that rippled and flexed and he was the star of the varsity football team at the High School across the street from Cindy's middle school.

Thinking about David made Cindy remember the nasty things the other girls had been giggling about earlier on Friday. Would David want to do those things? Surely not. David was a nice boy. But Cindy couldn't help but wonder what David would want to do with a girl, maybe even a young girl, like herself. She parted the lips of her young pussy with a quivering finger and gasped softly as she imagined that it was David who was touching her in such a personal and sensitive place.

Oh! It felt so good to finger herself. But it was a bad thing to do! It was nasty and evil. Cindy's daddy would kill her if he knew she was using her babysitting time to masturbate like this. Cindy had learned the word masturbate while eavesdropping on Linda Simms and her court of followers. Linda always thought she knew everything just because her seventeen-year-old sister Amanda was a cheerleader and told her all kinds of stories and stuff. Cindy was pretty sure half of everything Linda said was wrong, but she couldn't really be sure. Like, there was no way a girl would really put a guy's thing her mouth, ew! That just had to be wrong. And she didn't really believe that you would grow hair on your hands if you touched yourself like she was touching herself right now, but it did sort of scare her.

Cindy thought back to last Friday, right here at the Jenson's house. That was the first time she'd ever found enough courage to actually rub and fondle her own cunny. It had felt so good and she did it for quite a long time, but she knew that it wasn't working quite right. She just knew that something was missing. But why? Was it because she had such strong pangs of guilt for doing something so forbidden to herself? It was such a bad thing to do, but it felt so good! Despite her guilt and shame, she'd been waiting all week to try again, to try to do it right. She'd even asked Samantha Eggers, one of the few girls who wasn't usually so mean to her, if she knew anything about it. But Samantha had turned bright red at the question and wouldn't talk to Cindy. Later, Linda Simms and the girls in her posse, including Samantha, had giggled out loud when Cindy walked by them in the hall. Then Linda had called out so everyone in the hallway could hear, "Hey Cindy, maybe you should ask Mrs. McCarthy to show you how." Then they all burst out laughing as Cindy turned bright red and fled down the hallway. Mrs. McCarthy was an elderly social studies teacher, but everyone mostly thought of her as the woman who taught their useless once-a-month sex education classes. As Cindy fled the scene of her humiliation, she realized that Samantha had used her to gain points with Linda, the cruel queen of Harding Middle School.

"Oooh, oh, David, ohhh." Cindy moaned as she worked her little pussy more and more, experimenting to find the best places to rub, getting more and more desperate and not really understanding why. The little spot at the top of her slit was particularly sensitive. "Oh god, David, yes." It felt so good and the more she thought about David the wetter she became. She was getting her panties all wet. It was time to pull them off, imagining that it was David who slid them down her smooth legs, trailing his finger along the inside of her thighs. He would be kneeling in front of her as she scootched down on the couch with her ass and pussy wide open to him. "Oh, oh David, please, please ...!"

Friday, March 31, 8:15 PM, David Barrett's mustang

"Oh yeah, Amanda, oh fuck, just like that, yeah. OH." David Barrett's head was thrown back on the back seat of his mustang. He knew that bringing Amanda Simms up to romantic lover's point would be a good idea. Now he gripped the dark black hair of the pretty cheerleader who was bobbing her head up and down on his cock, sucking hard and taking as much of his long pole into her throat as she could without gagging.

Amanda had never done this before, and she was frightened to death of doing it wrong, but whatever she was doing it seemed to drive him crazy.

"Oh man, oh man, Amanda, oh shit, I'm gonna cum, any second, oh man, don't stop."

Oh no, Amanda thought, he's going to squirt his gunk in me. Sally said it was terrible. Amanda wanted to stop. This was out of control, but he was holding her head so tight. He wasn't going to let go of her. Oh no! Amanda tasted the hot liquid that spewed from David's thick cock. It was vile, but she couldn't raise her head to spit it out.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, here it comes, oh fuck, yes, yes, aaghhh, aaghhh, OH!" David came in the hot cheerleader's mouth as he held her head down on his cock. It was exciting to think that she would have to swallow his sperm. "Man, oh man, Amanda, that was great. Oh fuck, that was great."

Amanda tried to hold the horrible, cloying jism in her mouth. It coated every surface of her mouth, flooding her senses with a strange taste the frightened and confused her. Was it always like this? God! She was terrified at the idea of swallowing it, but she realized that was what David wanted her to do and so she finally let the thick cream go to the back of her throat and she forced herself to swallow. She nearly gagged, but his thick cock was still hard and hot in her mouth. As she swallowed, she sucked the last drops of his evil seed from his dick and David sighed with pleasure.

David finally let the girl sit back up on the seat of his car and he went back to kissing her before she could even think. She kissed him back, still reeling from her first blow job, but glad that she had made David so happy. She could just imagine how great it would be to have the senior football star as her steady boyfriend. That's why she had done the revolting act, she reminded herself. What better way to get her claws around David? Everyone would know she was with him; she'd be the hottest girl on campus, like she should be. She told herself it hadn't been that bad, sucking his huge dick. It was sort of humiliating, but it wasn't so awful. Really, it wasn't. Swallowing the hot stuff that came shooting out of his thick cock was gross, but she told herself she could get used to it if that's all it took to keep her hooks into the hottest and most popular boy in school. She could already see herself as this year's prom queen, and she was only a sophomore.

But now David was kissing Amanda and playing with her ample tits again. He never seemed to get tired of her knockers. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to the navel and her bra was pulled down below her breasts, pushing them upwards and squeezing them together. They looked magnificent - huge perfect globes of smooth young flesh with fantastic nipples that loved to come to attention. David moved down and began licking Amanda's nipples and she moaned with pleasure. But she stiffened when she felt his hand go under her short skirt and slip into her panties.

"Oh, David, no, please."

"Come on, baby. You made David all happy. You gotta let me make you happy too. Don't worry. It's fine. Ooh, doesn't that feel good? See, you're all wet. You want me to return the favor baby, I can tell."

Amanda really was enjoying the feelings rushing through her from David's fingers playing with her pussy. She'd let boys touch her before, but only on the outside of her panties. This was different. This was really different. "Oh, oh David, yes, yes."

Amanda's panties slid down her leg without further protest. She moaned louder as David stroked the inside of her thighs and then fingered her clit. "Oh baby, yeah, you are so hot. I'm gonna make you real happy," David crooned as he maneuvered Amanda onto her back on the back seat and then lifted her hips to put his face between her legs. Amanda nearly screamed as David's tongue found her hot box and he expertly licked at her vulva, parting the thick lips and plunging into the beautiful pink flesh. He knew exactly how to tease her clit, running his tongue around it and trapping it between his tongue and his front teeth. Amanda was writhing on the car seat. This was far beyond anything she could have imagined. The humiliation of sucking David's cock and swallowing his hot cum faded into the background as she got higher and higher on his tongue.

The muscle probing at her love box drove Amanda insane. A wild buildup of energy was coursing outwards from her snatch. "Oh my god, yes, yes, oh, OH!" she wailed. So this is what the other girls meant by an orgasm. This was incredible, unbelievable. Amanda's entire body shook violently under David's expert tongue. It went on and on, until she thought she would explode.

Friday, March 31: 8:50 PM, Laura Jenson's house.

Cindy couldn't believe that a boy would really lick a girl's pussy like Linda had said, but the thought of what it would feel like if he did was driving her crazy. Cindy closed her eyes and imagined David's handsome face between her legs, his perfect sky blue eyes looking up at her lovingly as he he took his first lick at her throbbing hot cunt. "Oh, oh! Please! Lick me!"

It was an amazingly real and overwhelming fantasy. Cindy could actually feel David's rough little tongue flicking expertly at the little pleasure center in her gash, the spot Linda called a clit. "Oh, oh god, yes, David, yes, yes!" This wasn't anything like the last time she'd tried to masturbate. This was so much better! Cindy felt herself trembling and a strange warmth was beginning to spread outward from from the place where David's little tongue was alternating between lapping at her small clit and sweeping through her enflamed wet pussy. Cindy hardly had to imagine to feel the rough little tongue that so perfectly fit in her preteen love box. "Oh, oh, oh! David, yes, yes, oh my god!" Her fantasy was so complete! Cindy twisted about on the couch. Her arms stretched out from her body and she gripped the soft cushions with a strong grip as she writhed in pleasure.

This was what it was supposed to feel like. Now she knew. It was incredible. Cindy's snatch got wetter and hotter as she imagined each pass of David's rough little tongue along one side or the other of her inner pussy lips. She groaned as she imagined the small rough muscle attacking her clitoris; the sensations got more intense by the second as the little clit engorged with blood and stood out for more of the wonderful abuse. Cindy was shaking all over, gripping the fabric as hard as she could. Something incredible was about to happen to her.

Wait! Rough little tongue? Why would Cindy imagine David's tongue to be so small and so rough? And why did she imagine something cold and wet touching her? Cindy's eyes snapped open and she looked down past her chest. There was a little black head between her legs, with perky little black ears covered in soft fur and two small black eyes staring deeply into her eyes. "Frisky! Frisky! Oh my god! NO! NO! OH!" But Cindy couldn't do anything to stop the small dog from continuing the amazing things he was doing to her pussy. She could only grip the cushions even harder and arch her back. The sight of the small dog licking her vagina sent her over the edge and the first orgasm of her young life crashed over body. "OH. OH. Frisky! Frisky! Please, please, please, oh god! OH, OH, OOHHH!" The tormenting wonderful spasms of pleasure rolled through Cindy's small body over and over. For ten minutes the girl could do nothing but thrash on the couch - a prisoner to Frisky's amazing tongue.

Friday, March 31, 9:10 PM, David Barrett's mustang.

Finally David left off tonguing Amanda's juicy love box and let her orgasm slowly subside. He slid up along Amanda's voluptuous body, grinning at her as she lay panting. "Not bad, huh? Pretty damn hot. But baby, I'm ready now. You ain't felt nothing yet. Just wait until my big cock is deep inside you. It'll be ten times better than that - I guarantee it. Oh yeah, baby."

Amanda realized almost too late what was happening. He was going to fuck her. "Stop, David, no, no, you can't. David, please, I'm a virgin. I can't. Stop. You can't. I have to wait until I'm married. Stop. I'm saying no, do you hear me? No."

"What the fuck? You get me all hot and ready. You get me to go down on you and then you won't go the distance. What the fuck kind of tease are you?"

"Please David, please, don't."

David Barrett wasn't about to rape somebody. He knew there were lines you didn't cross, no matter how angry you were. But this girl was ridiculous. Everything about her screamed fuck me, fuck me, but now she was telling him no. He had a raging hard-on, ready to spew a second healthy load of semen. At least that wasn't going to go to waste.

Before Amanda knew what was happening, David scrambled up on top of her, straddling her lower chest with his powerful legs and pinning her arms to the car seat with his knees. She was suddenly terrified.

"So, you don't want to fuck, huh, you little tease. Fine. I guess we'll have to just make do with these fucking big tits of yours."

"David, what are you doing? Please."

But David was going to have his fuck, one way or the other. He grabbed the big tits and pushed them together. They were really huge, perfect for tit-fucking. His cock slid into the deep cleft, disappearing between the two perfect orbs of flesh. He started thrusting his hips forward, hard and rapid, fucking the big breasts and staring down into the frightened girls face. He liked her face. She was very pretty, with striking green eyes to set off her raven black hair and the perfect small nose her father had gotten her for her fifteenth birthday. But when her eyes were wide in fear and confusion, when she was biting her lip to keep from screaming, he liked her even better.

David fucked and fucked into the space between Amanda's tits. It was tight and warm and her skin was smooth enough to keep from abrading his massive pole. He was still angry and his anger drove him to ram into her harder and harder. Then he felt the hot semen boiling up from his balls. He knew exactly when he would begin to squirt and he pulled his cock from between her breasts, handling it like a fire hose. The cum boiled out of his cock and squirted onto Amanda's face. He sent it flying into her hair, squirt after squirt of thick yellow-white jism. Then he aimed it downwards, at her chest, and made sure that the last few massive eruptions landed on her pretty silk blouse, staining the fabric unmistakably.

Amanda was stunned. She could hardly think, but then David did something even worse. He unhooked her bra and tore it out from underneath her, tossing it into the front seat. Then he carefully tore all the buttons from the front of her thin blouse. Then he waved her panties in front of her before throwing those too, into the front seat.

"Get out!" David said vehemently as he got off of Amanda and zipped his pants up.

"What?"

"I said, get out, now. Get the fuck out of my car."

Amanda Simms stood in shock, trying desperately to hold the front of her blouse closed over her large cold tits as David Barrett drove away, spinning out his tires on the dirt road. Her father was going to kill her.

Friday, March 31: 9:30 PM, Laura Jenson's house.

Finally, the small dog Frisky stopped tonguing Cindy's clit, but her orgasm continued for several minutes, leaving Cindy panting. She lay trembling on her back, breathing hard and unwilling to move. As she recovered, her mind reeled from what had happened. She stared at the ceiling trying to make sense of it all. It was terrible, disgusting! What if anyone ever found out! Oh god, that would be the most horrible thing ever! What if David found out? No! No! But it had felt so good. Nothing in Cindy's twelve years of life had ever come close. Nothing could compare to the amazing feeling. Already she was thinking about whether or not she would ever feel that good again.

Cindy felt a scratching at her leg, distracting her from her confusion and angst. Pushing herself up on her arms she saw Frisky humping at her lower left leg. He had a tight hold on her just below the knee and he was rapidly rubbing his stomach along her shin. What in the world was the little dog doing? There was something wet rubbing her leg. Oh god, it was probably his cock!

Having no real friends at school, Cindy was a master at eavesdropping on the conversations of the other girls, especially Linda Simms and her crew of Linda wanna-bes. It seemed like they hardly ever talked about anything but boys. Boys and all the things that girls and boys weren't allowed to do together. So she knew that boys and men had something called a cock, or a dick, instead of a vagina. She knew it was supposed to be just a little nub most of the time, but then it was supposed to fill up with a bone that slid out of the man's body and made it get exactly as big as the guy's ring finger. Then the boy was supposed to try to put it inside the girl's vagina and some stuff called sperm shot out and if he managed to get any of the stuff inside her vagina then she had to have a baby. Many of Linda's stories seemed really stupid and wrong, like the one about boys trying to put their cocks in a girls mouth. Why would they do that? But Cindy was very sure that the stories about the size of a boy's cock and having a baby were exactly right, because Sandra O'Malley said she'd asked her mom about it and her mom had assured her that it was correct. When Cindy heard the sperm story she swore she was never going to let any boy do anything like that to her.

But now Cindy realized that a boy-dog must also have a cock. Suddenly Cindy was very curious. Maybe Frisky needed to shoot the stuff out of his cock just like a boy. Maybe he was trying to do that on her leg. Ew! Yuck! Cindy quickly scooted back on the couch and pulled her leg away from Frisky. The little dog looked up into her pretty blue eyes and yipped with frustration. He barked again and grabbed at Cindy's legs, which she quickly pulled up onto the couch and crossed underneath her.

But the little dog was so cute and he looked so frustrated and hurt. He also barked again, noisily and Cindy suddenly worried that he would wake Annie up. Besides, something in his insistent little bark made Cindy shiver. She couldn't resist his demanding tone or the unhappy look on his sweet little doggy face. So Cindy reached down and scooped Frisky up onto her arms, holding him like a baby cradled in her left arm.

"Oh, look, Frisky! You really do have a little cock. It's all red and wet." Frisky whined insistently and squirmed in Cindy's arms, trying to get back to where he could hump some part of the pretty girl. He'd done all that work to get her ready and now she wouldn't do anything for him? He barked at her, demanding her to his will. "Frisky, hush! Okay, okay, I'll try to help you." A strange electric thrill ran up Cindy's spine as she agreed to the canine's insistent demands, followed just as quickly by an almost overwhelming moment of panic. But it passed quickly and the little girl bent to the task of getting her courage up to touch the small red penis poking out from the sack of furry skin on the dog's stomach. Gathering all of her willpower, Cindy began to stroke the small wet appendage. "Oh, there! See Frisky, I told you. Does that feel good? Am I doing it right baby?"

Frisky stopped barking when he felt Cindy's touch on his dick. His dominance over the young bitch was established.

Cindy's hand trembled as she put one finger on Frisky's small dick. It wasn't very impressive, only about an inch and a half long and not much bigger around than a pencil. Her curiosity helped overcome her disgust and she stroked the little red shaft with one finger. "Oh, Frisky, it's getting longer. Oh, wow, it's much longer." She used two finger now to stroke the little prick. She leaned down to get a better look at it. It was about three inches long now and it was getting thicker too. She seemed to be doing it right, because Frisky was panting and letting out little doggy moans, but he wasn't yipping at her any more. Cindy made a little circle around the cock with her thumb and first finger and Frisky started frantically thrusting with his hips, fucking his cock through the make-shift pussy. Little squirts of liquid kept shooting out the end of the dog-cock. Just a few drops with every forward thrust. Cindy kept her fingers tight around him, fascinated and repulsed at the same time. As she stroked it, the cock swelled to over twice its initial diameter.

Then something different happened. Frisky rammed his cock as far forward as he could and near the base an area of his cock swelled up much bigger than the rest, the size of a walnut. It was amazing to look at and Cindy leaned even closer to see it. The entire cock was swollen so tight that all of the veins stood out and throbbed. Cindy realized that the swollen knot at the base couldn't go back through the hole she made with her fingers. Frisky was still thrusting rapidly, but unless she opened the circle up, he couldn't get his cock back out. The swollen red member was so fascinating. She leaned in even closer.

From the pointed tip of Frisky's bloated red cock a stream of thin clear liquid suddenly exploded outwards, arching through the air and slamming against Cindy's face and into her mouth. "Oh! Frisky, don't! OH!" A second huge rope of dog-cum spurted onto Cindy, half of it going straight into her mouth. She reared back as a third squirt of warm liquid arced out and landed all over the front of her blouse. Cindy tried to put Frisky down to avoid any more of the frightening ejaculate, but the fourth big squirt landed on her collar and quickly ran down inside her heavy blouse, coating her left breast. As she desperately tried to get disentangled from the dog another squirt of thin hot fluid erupted from Frisky's cock and landed in Cindy's hair and on her forehead. Cindy was covered with dog cream.

Friday, March 31: 9:45 PM, David Barrett's mustang.

David Barrett roared down the highway heading out of town. He had nowhere to go, but he was angry with himself. He needed to drive, to feel the wind whip through his thick black hair and blow away the stench of Amanda's expensive perfume.

God, I'm a prick, he thought. Why can't I just have a normal girlfriend? Why do I always fuck things up?

But David knew, at least subconsciously, that the girls were just using him. He knew they were mostly attracted to him for the prestige and popularity that he could lend them. They didn't love him or really care for him. It was all such crap. He could get a hot piece of ass almost anytime he wanted, but none of the girls were really fucking him. They were fucking his good looks and his popularity.

David thought again about Amanda Simms. What a crappy thing to do, throwing her out of his car like that. He should probably go back and look for her. He was pissed at her, but he didn't want her to get hurt. He pulled off at the exit and looped around to head back into town.

Even if Amanda was one of the girl's who was just trying to use David, she didn't deserve what he'd done to her. And he had to admit, he'd certainly wanted to use her too. But damn it, why couldn't he find a girl who just wanted him for who he was? He wasn't just a ticket to being prom queen or the most popular girl on campus. He was a real person.

There was no sign of Amanda when David pulled back in the dirt lot at lover's point.

Friday, March 31: 9:50 PM, Laura Jenson's house.

Frisky landed on the floor and rolled over to regain his feet. Cindy choked in horror, but she still swallowed most of the watery liquid in her mouth. The taste was salty and gamey. It was vile, the most disgusting thing she'd ever tasted. It smelled funny too and she could feel it all over her. Cindy grabbed the blouse of her dress and held it away from her body as she jumped to her feet and ran for the bathroom. She could feel the thin fluid running along her breast and dripping off the nipple onto her stomach. She stood in front of the mirror and was horrified to see the cum in her hair and all over her face and blouse. What was she going to do!? "Oh, oh, no! Oh god!" Cindy was paralyzed, disgusted to touch the nasty sperm stuff, but desperate to get it off of her body and clothes. Finally she got a hold of herself. She pulled her bulky blouse up over her head, unable to keep it from dragging through the fluid on her her breast. Ew! It was everywhere.

Cindy stood in the bathroom, naked to the waist and still uncertain of what to do. She desperately wanted the loathsome ejaculate off of her body, but it was so disgusting and smelly she didn't want to touch it. She grabbed some toilet paper and tried unsuccessfully to wipe the biggest gob of the vile stuff out of her hair. She managed to get some of it, but at the cost of spreading it around and making an even worse mess. Cindy was about to start working on her face when she suddenly heard Frisky barking at her from behind. Cindy whirled around, startled senseless. An intense wave of embarrassment crashed over her as she realized that the small male dog was staring at her naked breasts. But Frisky barked again, insistently, demanding the little girl to do something. But what?

"Frisky, hush. Shush!" But the dog kept barking at her, so she scooped him up and looked into his face, scolding him again to be quiet. But Frisky wanted to be in control and he lashed out with his long rough tongue across Cindy's cheek. Cindy realized that the dog was licking up the fluid on her face! He was helping her. She held him closer and let him get to all of the ooze on her face. His rough little tongue was perfect for taking the sticky stuff off of her skin without just spreading it around. When Frisky was done with her face, Cindy sat on the edge of the tub and put Frisky into her lap. He put his little paws on her chest and quickly licked the cum from her collar and then worked his way down her breast.

Something happened to Cindy as the little dog licked her tit. What was going on? Why did it feel so good when he licked her there? He ran his coarse tongue across her nipple and she reacted immediately, arching her back and closing her eyes as she moaned uncontrollably. He licked her other nipple and Cindy lost all control. "Oh, oh, yes, Frisky, oh god, yes!" Cindy melted into a puddle, sliding down to lay back on the bathroom rug. She quickly gathered up her skirt and reached for her enflamed pussy, dipping a finger into the wetness and spreading it around her engorged little clitoris. "Oh god," she moaned, unable to control her herself.

Frisky stood on her tummy and continued to lave her titties with his magnificent little tongue as his pretty new bitch moaned and writhed. Once again his strong dominance gave him confidence and a renewed sexual urge. He jumped off of her and pushed his little nose between her legs. Cindy moaned and opened her sex up to her unexpected lover, unable to resist the feelings coursing through her young body. Suddenly her vagina was the center of the universe again. She gripped the bathroom rug in both hands and arched her back, pressing her heels into the floor and opening her pussy as wide as possible for her wonderful lover's amazing tongue.

Cindy moaned and squirmed. The dog controlled her completely. Her second orgasm crashed over her and she had to bite her lip for a moment to keep from screaming out. Then she panted quickly, with her tongue hanging out like the dominated little bitch she had become. Frisky kept licking and licking at her clit as Cindy twisted mindlessly on the floor. But then Frisky pushed forward between Cindy's wide-spread legs. He placed his little paws up on her stomach. He thrust his aching loins at Cindy's engorged snatch. At first Cindy was oblivious. But then she looked down between her swollen breasts as she felt the little dog humping against her engorged vulva. "Oh Frisky, no," she moaned weakly. "You can't, oh...!" Frisky's little cock was rubbing up and down through the swollen labia. He was frantically searching for the right position to enter her, desperate to tie his little bitch and prove to her that she was his to do with as he pleased!

Suddenly Linda's words popped into into Cindy's mind like a stroke of lightening. "If his cock shoots the stuff and it touches your pussy then you have a baby. That's the way it works." Frisky was pointing his cock at her pussy! In fact he was trying to put it inside her pussy! He was going to shoot his stuff out again, she knew it. She was suddenly more horrified than she had ever been. "No Frisky, no!!" Cindy grabbed Frisky and wrestled him away from her crotch, slamming her legs together as quickly as possible. She sat up and pulled Frisky on to her lap, trying to hold him there.

Frisky was beside himself. He had nearly mated the pretty little bitch. What was wrong with her? He barked indignantly and then he growled at her and nipped at her hand.

"Ow, Frisky, that hurt. No, no, don't." Frisky barked again and growled. "Frisky, please, I'm sorry. You can't do that. I don't want to have a baby. Everyone would know! Oh my god, it would be awful. Ow, ow! What do you want? Ow." Cindy couldn't hold the dog and she tried desperately to fend off his vicious onslaught. How had he changed so quickly - one minute making her feel wonderful, the next making her terrified? She tried to stand, dropping the dog to the floor, but he nipped her ankle. Cindy screamed, lost her balance and slipped on the rug. She fell backwards and shrieked, throwing one arm back and making a grab for a towel bar. She missed. As she fell the back of her head hit the bathtub, hard. Her glasses went flying across the room. The world swirled around for a moment and then Cindy lost consciousness.

Frisky jumped victoriously onto Cindy's chest. Her head and shoulders were propped against the bathtub. He tried to make eye contact with her, to stare her down and force her to his will, but her eyes were closed. Frustrated, he yipped angrily, commanding her. It was time for the little girl-bitch to mate with him. He knew what to do. He quickly scampered forward on his tiny nimble feet, placing his front paws directly on top of her head and his rear paws on her upper chest. He was in position. He barked out his orders to her but she paid no attention. Too bad for her, he would just have to force himself on the little girl-bitch.

Cindy came back to consciousness slowly. Something was terribly wrong. She couldn't see anything but a black blur and her head was throbbing. Her mind cleared some more. Something was in her mouth. It tasted bad and it was moving, rubbing against her tongue. Then she understood that the blur she was seeing and what was tickling her nose was Frisky's dark black fur. Oh god, he had his little cock in her mouth. No!

Cindy tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea and dizziness kept her on her back. She realized that her right arm was pinned underneath her. She tried to shoo Frisky away with her left hand, but he twisted and nipped her painfully, then growled at her. When he moved around he dug his tiny claws into the tender flesh of her upper chest. She tried again to shoo him away, but it was no use. The idea that he had his cock in her mouth was revolting. Cindy wanted to gag, but she seemed powerless to stop him and every move she made caused her more dizziness.

Frisky was enjoying dominating his little blonde bitch, but she still wasn't satisfying him. He wanted to do more than just rub his cock on her tongue. He growled at her, telling her to close her mouth around his magnificent pussy whacker. When she didn't immediately capitulate to his desires, he barked and then grabbed her pigtail in his little mouth and jerked it savagely.

"Oooww" Cindy mumbled around Frisky little cock. What did he want? Why was he being so mean? And then she realized what he wanted. She couldn't do it! But he was demanding her. A shiver of terror and pleasure ran up her spine. She closed her lips around his disgusting cock and sucked on it as Frisky rammed it in and out of her mouth as fast as he could.

The little dog was thrilled that his bitch learned so quickly that she had to please him. He knew that he would completely control her after he finally had mated her, even if he was mating her mouth.

Cindy couldn't believe what she was doing. Why was she so afraid of the little dog? Why did she keep doing these awful things? Surely she was bigger and stronger - she could throw him off of her and get up from the bathroom floor, but she didn't. She closed her lips and sucked on his small cock, tasting the drops of salty liquid that shot out of it with each forward plunge, feeling it slide the length of her tongue again and again. His cock was long enough to make her want to gag each time it hit the back of her mouth. What was wrong with her? Why was she doing this? Cindy slowly brought her left hand up and grasped the back of the small black fur ball. She could have grabbed him and tossed him away, but she didn't. Instead she pulled him tighter against her mouth, supporting him so that he was better positioned to fuck her hot pussy surrogate. She was mortified at the sound she made as she slurped noisily at Frisky's repellent cock, but she couldn't stop herself. She knew it was what he wanted, what he had demanded of her.

Now she was Frisky's little girl-bitch. The feeling of his cock being sucked down her throat was beyond anything his little dog brain could have imagined. If he hadn't already shot his cum once he couldn't possibly have lasted so long. But it was heaven to plunge his throbbing dick into her tight mouth again and again.

The inevitable moment came. Cindy felt the walnut-sized knot expand on Frisky's cock. It filled her mouth. He shoved his prick in one final time, as deep as he could get it and his loins quivered with unbelievable anticipation. Cindy's eyes went wide with horror. She knew what was going to happen, but she couldn't stop it. The hot sperm erupted into her mouth, filling it instantly. It was horrible and disgusting and Cindy gagged on the salty fluid that seemed to keep coming and coming. She forced herself to swallow, then did it again and again. The odious dog sperm wouldn't go away. The taste was going to make her vomit, but she had to swallow again.

Frisky was done with the little bitch. She was his now. He pulled his swollen cock from her mouth, surprisingly easily, then turned and trotted off to clean himself and take a well-deserved nap. It was good to be the master of your entire world.

Cindy lay dazed on the floor, tears streaming down her pretty face. Slowly and somewhat painfully she felt around the floor until she found her heavy glasses, then climbed to her feet, trying hard not to be sick. She looked at herself in the mirror again. The girl that looked back at her didn't seem remotely familiar - she had the haunted and vanquished look of a defeated slave. There was still jism in her hair and a small trickle hanging from the corner of her mouth. No longer so reluctant to touch the awful sperm, she dabbed what she could out of her pigtails and washed it off of her face. Nothing short of a shower was really going to help. She tried to rinse her mouth, but no matter what she did she could still taste the cloying gunk that Frisky had forced her to drink. She did her best to wipe the remaining fluid from her blouse, mainly just smearing it in to the fabric and spreading the nauseating smell of it around. She was just putting her blouse back on when she heard the garage door open.

Oh god, where were her underpants? Cindy looked desperately around the bathroom before she remembered that she had left them in the living room. She heard the kitchen door opening and she ran towards the living room as quickly as her abused body would take her. She got dizzy again and nearly passed out, but she scooped the panties up off the couch just as Laura walked into the room with her date. There was no time to put them on and she hastily jammed them into a pocket.

Laura said a quick high and went to check on Annie, leaving Cindy with her date, a man named Derrick Bullis. Having no panties on under her short dress made Cindy extremely aware of Derrick's presence and she blushed deep red. Derrick noticed the odd behavior of the little girl, and took a closer look, realizing that underneath all that baggy clothing and glasses she was probably quite sexy, for such a young girl. But she was noticeably disheveled and there was something gooey in her left pigtail. What had she been up to?

Cindy just dropped her eyes and blushed harder, terribly aware of the taste in her mouth and the smell on her clothes as the adult man in the room looked at her in a way that made her very uncomfortable. She was very relieved that it was Laura who insisted on driving her the four blocks home.

Please read on for Chapter Two.

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