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   Note: This is the original, sort of true story about my first time with
a dog.  I wrote this under the pen name Lisa P.  and I was unsure how
accurate I really wanted to be and how I wanted to portray my real feelings
on the subject.  The story "My True Story" which I wrote summer of 2004 is
as close to the truth as I'll ever come, at least so far as strangers are
concerned.  So this is kind of lost in limbo thing.  But, I'll make it
available here anyway, in case anyone should ever care.  Interestingly
enough, there are truthful elements in here that didn't make it in the
other version.  I should probably just combine the two.  -rr
   Beginning Bestiality by Rachael
   Everyone always asks, so this seems like the best place for me to start.
I love to write and have kept a diary faithfully since I was 12; much of
what I have to say in these pages will be drawn from there.  And my memory
as well, of course.  There have been many things I've never tried to
express before, even to myself I think, so this will be interesting - At
least to me.
   I'm 21 this coming July, which seems to surprise a lot of people
although I've never really understood why.  In the beginning I used to say
I was older, but more out of necessity than any real self-consciousness. 
It was awfully hard to hang out in "Adult" chat rooms and forums and tell
people I was only 16 or 17.  And that was where I wanted to be.  It was
exciting and stimulating and I loved every moment of it.  I still do.
   Another thing that surprises people is when I tell them I'm Asian. 
Though I consider myself American and I am a naturalized citizen, I wasn't
born here.  Perhaps that was one reason I enjoyed chatting so much: on the
Internet - I'm just a person, not a race.  It sounds silly, I know, but
when you're in 8th grade and someone calls you a "gook" or when you're in
high school and some asshole tags you with a nickname like "LBFM" - Little
Brown Fucking Machine - Because you wouldn't put out for him, well, it
makes you a little sensitive.
   But I'm over it now.  I think...It is curious I feel the need to explain
it though, isn't it?  Oh well.
   That's probably enough boring stuff.  What I really want to write about,
and hopefully you'll want to read about is bestiality.  Specifically dog
sex right now, because that really is my most favorite thing in the world,
and I have a lot of favorite things.  This really isn't meant to be a
masturbation kind of story, though it might get that way and I have been
known to write those in the past.  I get on this subject and I just can't
seem to help it I guess.  This is more just a chance to talk about it, to
put down once and for all how I got started and why.  Heaven knows I've
explained it enough in chat rooms, maybe I'm just tired of repeating myself
over and over and never really being able to take the time to do it right.
   So here goes nothing.
   In the beginning I was a young girl of 14.  My hair was long and black
and straight, pulled back into a perpetual ponytail.  My breasts were still
growing, although at the time I didn't know I'd never need a bra much
bigger than the A-cup I was wearing then.  I was all of 4'11" and more than
a little worried about my height, and my figure.  I was a skinny teenager
with narrow almost boyish hips, but my butt was nice; I knew because more
than one guy had told me so (much to my embarrassment at the time) and my
legs toned like most teenage girls' and my natural color was a buttery
caramel that lightened in the winter and turned darker in the summer.  I
never wore pants.  I think for 3 years, from the time I was 12 until my
15th birthday all I ever wore were a tight pair of white denim shorts and
this terrible pink halter top with a rainbow arching from one hip, over my
budding breasts, to the other.  I probably wore something else once in
awhile, but you get the idea. 
   I've always had the same dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, and small
button nose.  I think it's too wide, but everyone says its cute...so who
knows.  My lips are full, almost pouting before I smile, which I do
perpetually.  Luckily I have a great smile.  That's how I always describe
myself: Black hair, brown eyes, cute little nose and a great smile.
When I was 14 I had just a hint of pubic hair between my legs.  It
covered my sex not at all; it was fine and wispy like silk.  I keep it
shaved now, I like the way it looks and feels and besides when my pubic
hair starts growing back it itches like crazy.  I hate that.  The only
downside is that I look like I'm 12 again when I'm naked - A 12 year old
with 32B boobs, but 12 nonetheless.  Some guys like that though, my
boyfriend does, and for a while that worried me.  Maybe it still does.
   Anyway, 14 again....  This was the summer of 1996 and I was spending it
with some relatives near Ocala Florida.  My Aunt Sara was single, having
never married.  She was an attractive woman, though I only knew her through
my Dad's stories and the family photo album.  Sara was really more like my
3rd cousin, but in our family everyone older than me was called Aunt or
Uncle.  It's a large family and even my Grandmother, who knows everyone,
has trouble keeping track of who's who.  My Aunt was in her mid 30's and
her business was running a small boarding ranch for horses that her father
had started when he immigrated to America.  She had two horses of her own
and 7 others that belonged to local people who didn't have the room to keep
them.
   I'd been reluctant to go down there at first.  I had friends, I had a
life, but the decision had been made and I was packed off.  I suppose it
was better than going to camp or something, but I still wasn't very happy
about it.  That quickly changed though; my Aunt's ranch was a marvelous
place.  I was soon riding an old mare named Hubcap every chance I got.  My
Aunt had had her forever and she was a sweet gentle horse who had a lot
more patience with an inexperienced little girl than many adult humans
might have.  There were also some other kids my age, a couple sisters whose
ponies were being boarded by my Aunt, and a boy named Thomas who was
probably my first secret crush, but it wasn't much of one really.  Before I
knew what was happening I was having the best summer of my life.
   My Aunt also had a dog.  He was an old bulldog named Mike and he was so
ugly!  God!  Every time I think of him I have to laugh.  He was short but
thick, really heavy with muscular shoulders and legs.  His face was flat as
a pancake and when he wanted to, which was often, Mike could lick from his
chin all the way up to his eyebrows with one long jab of his tongue.  It
was so cute I used to smear jelly between his eyes just to see him do it.
   Mike was also perpetually horny.  He would hump anyone who stood still
long enough for him to clamp his front paws around.  He was strong too! 
You'd almost have to get a crowbar to pry him off.  The first time I walked
into my Aunt's house, even before I'd set my backpack down, Mike had
squeezed his front legs around my thigh and begun jerking his hips in a
frantic in-out motion.  It frightened me at first; I had no clue what was
going on.  My Aunt must have had a lot of experience with poor Mike though;
she grabbed his forelegs and pulled him off with a pat on his rump and an
apologetic smile at me.  I didn't really know what to say so I didn't say
anything and that seemed to please my Aunt; I'm sure she'd been expecting a
scream of disgust if not outright terror.  "He's just really friendly." She
said.  I had to agree.
   As you can imagine it wasn't the last time Mike did that to me, not by a
long shot, and I quickly learned how to free myself from his desperate
attentions on my own, but it wasn't always easy.  We actually became good
friends, Mike and I.  My family had never had a dog so it was a pleasant
surprise to find I was a "dog person" as my Aunt Sarah liked to point out.
I wasn't really sure what a dog person was, but I really liked having him
around and he seemed to like me too.  He was always close by, probably
because I was always feeding him, or scratching him, or just using him for
a pillow when I watched TV at night.  He didn't mind that at all and when I
went to sleep in the spare bedroom Mike was always with me, at first
sleeping on top of the covers, but eventually winding up underneath with
me. It was nice and my Aunt didn't mind either, she'd had Mike forever and
loved him like he was her only child.  She told me more than once how nice
it was that Mike had a pretty little girl to play with for a change.
   The first time I saw Mike's prick unsheathed I was on my bed, lying on
my side and reading a book.  Mike had gotten better about trying to hump
me, but I'd only been there two weeks, so I was still fair game.  He jumped
up onto the bed, straddling my bare legs and gripping me with one paw
pressing into my tummy and the other in the small of my back, just above
the waistband of my shorts.  He started thrusting his hips, sliding his
body against me and my first reaction, as always, was to push him away. 
But this felt kind of funny, in a ticklish sort of way, his soft belly
against my thigh sliding back and forth.  And who knows, maybe I was a
little curious to see how far he'd go before he got bored, it didn't really
occur to me that he wouldn't stop in a minute or two if I pretended to
ignore him.  I was actually beginning to think he just did it for attention
really.
   After about a minute or so I gave up reading my book.  Mike weighed
almost as much as I did, really, I was a pretty thin girl and I weighed
maybe 75lbs then soaking wet.  I don't know about Mike, but I'd guess he
was close to 50lbs, even as short as he was; he wasn't really a small dog
at all.  So Mike was really rocking my whole body and it was making me
giggle a little because his face looked so desperate!  I can't explain it,
but I'm sure someone reading this knows what I mean.
   Behind that furry tickling sensation though, I started feeling something
else.  Something very warm and kind of wet actually, though my mind didn't
really connect it right away.  I thought at first Mike had gotten into
something and was now getting it on me.  I rolled enough so he had to shift
his grip and I managed to push him off and that was when I saw this pink
thing sticking out from his furry little sheath.
   I knew what his prick was of course, I mean I'd seen it and seen him
peeing enough.  I'd even touched it a few times by accident when I'd rubbed
his belly, but I had no idea that it could grow like that.  It was pink and
maybe as big as my thumb, shrinking pretty quickly as he stood there
looking at me, until it was completely gone a few seconds later.  There was
a bit of wetness on my thigh and my first thought was that he'd peed on me,
but it was only a little bit and I rubbed it around my skin with my finger.
It didn't look like anything, I mean it was clear and there wasn't very
much.  I ended up just grabbing a Kleenex off the nightstand and wiping it
up.
   The next thought that came to me was that maybe it was sperm.  I'd had
sex education already, just that past school year, and while the textbook
had been decidedly clinical, it also explained things in pretty good
detail. I knew how and where babies came from and it wasn't a great leap of
imagination to figure out that dogs did it the same way too.  That made me
feel kind of like "Yuck!  Dog sperm on me?" But at the same time I had what
I can only describe as a revelation.  There was this sudden and very
definite reaction inside me, like someone had let loose a thousand
butterflies in my tummy and they were tickling me from the inside out.  But
not the kind of tickling that made me laugh, you know?
   I'd had thoughts about kissing before, nothing more than that, just
kissing a certain boy from school and how it would feel.  At the time, that
was sex for me, imagining myself in bed and kissing.  The rest of it, well
I was only 14 and I really did live kind of a sheltered life.  This was
like totally exciting and I'm not sure I had real coherent thoughts, but
little bits of ideas were forming.  I could do whatever I wanted with Mike
and nobody would ever know.  That was the big thing, I could check him out
physically and really see how a guy's stuff worked and not get in trouble.
As long as I didn't get caught!
   Mike was still there, licking himself now, with his flat face between
his legs and I got up and locked my bedroom door.  I didn't know what I was
going to do, but I definitely wanted to see Mike's pink thing again, so I
laid back down the way I'd been a few minutes before and I was almost
instantly rewarded with Mike once again straddling my thigh.
   I watched him hump my leg for a few minutes until I felt that wet heat
again and I knew his prick had come out.  But I wanted to see it and I
couldn't, not like that, and I knew if I pushed him off and he stopped
rubbing himself on me it would shrink again.  So I thought maybe if I
rubbed it for him it would almost be the same thing.  I reached down with
my hand, sliding it under him, between his front legs and down my thigh.  I
was really breathing heavily too, I remember my heart was just pounding
because I knew I was doing something daring, something overtly sexual with
someone else for the first time in my life, even if that someone else was a
dog.
   When I felt the tip of his cock bump into my outstretched hand I pulled
back in surprise, as if I'd been burned by it or something.  I tentatively
pushed my hand back until I felt it again, rubbing back and forth and the
tip was hot and wet and I kind of twisted my arm, trying to turn my hand so
I could grab it.  I was a little scared, not only because I was trying to
touch a real live penis, but also because I didn't know how Mike would
react.  I didn't want him to bite me or anything like that, I just wanted
to check him out
   I slowly moved my hand so that Mike's prick was sliding across my
fingers instead of my thigh and I turned a little, making more room and
this also allowed me to make a gentle fist, closing my fingers around his
warm thrusting cock and making a hole with my thumb.  It was horribly
exciting as I realized he was fucking my hand.  I couldn't see it, but I
could feel it and Mike didn't seem to mind at all.  If anything he was even
thrusting harder.  I increased the pressure slightly, tightening my fist
around him and sliding my legs out from under him so that he still gripped
my stomach, but his hind leg lifted and dropped clear of me without missing
a beat.  I could lay my head down, twisting slightly and see his bared cock
now rushing in and almost back out of my small fist.
   I felt warm and tingly all over and it's amazing that I even remembered
to breathe, because it seemed like every part of my being was focused on
Mike's cock.  It was big, a lot bigger than I'd expected.  At least 5
inches long and shaped like a cigar, kind of narrow at the tip and base,
but fat like 2 or even three of my fingers put together in the middle.  It
was super wet too, like I'd turned on some kind of faucet and his precum
was running through my fingers and even down my wrist.  I didn't know
exactly what that was at the time, but I knew it wasn't pee and didn't
think it was sperm.
   I started moving my hand too, but he was moving really fast and kind of
whining and I thought maybe it hurt him so I stopped and just let Mike do
all the work.  I also started to feel something hard, like a golf ball kind
of, about that size but not exactly round, growing at the base of his
prick. He was jamming it against my fist and my fingers were so wet anyway
that I just eased up a little and Mike pushed it into my fist.  I didn't
know if I was supposed to squeeze it or what, it felt hard and I had a
thought maybe I'd hurt him somehow, but I didn't think so.  He was bucking
now, not thrusting like before and his cock didn't move very much. 
   I squeezed the bulge and I felt him suddenly jerking a little in my hand
and Mike was squirting what had to be sperm out of the tip of his cock.  It
came out in a bunch of real quick shots, the first ones landing on the
front of my thighs and shorts, just behind his front paws.  The rest landed
on the bed and Mike stopped moving then, but he was panting and looking
very pleased with himself.
   I still had my hand around the knot and his long pink cock was shiny and
standing erect.  I watched as he stopped squirting but some sperm still
kept dribbling out for quite awhile.  I think I held onto him like that for
2 or 3 minutes until I let go.  I expected his prick to shrivel up again
right away but it didn't, he was licking it clean first I guess and maybe 5
minutes later it disappeared.
   While Mike was licking himself I was checking out his sperm.  It was
thicker than what had been coming out before, but not really thick.  It was
almost greasy kind of, or oily?  It's hard to describe what my first
impressions were.  I'd never seen sperm before, a dog's or anyone else's,
and I was amazed that stuff like that was where babies came from.  I played
with it between my fingers, there was quite a bit really, and I even
smelled it.  There was a definite odor, but it wasn't a bad smell and I
don't know of anything else that smells like it.  I saw Mike licking his
cock clean and I thought about sticking out my tongue to taste it, I really
wanted to, but I didn't quite dare that yet.  I cleaned up with Kleenex and
snuck into the bathroom, flushing them down the toilet and washing my hands
and legs and then my shorts as best I could.
   I felt a little guilty the next few days.  What I'd done with Mike
didn't really bother me so much as thinking that if somebody knew I'd be in
major trouble.  I didn't even know what the word "taboo" meant back then,
but I knew instinctively that I'd done something that most people probably
wouldn't have.  I avoided Mike the best I could the next few days, until my
excitement and curiosity got the best of me again.
   A few nights later I was getting in bed and I'd made up my mind that I
wanted to see Mike shoot his sperm again.  I'd decided that morning and
spent all day imagining it in my head.  When I'd gone riding that afternoon
it was all I could think about and as the old mare walked slowly around the
paths behind my Aunt's house I felt the butterflies again and this time
even more: I felt a strange warmth between my legs.  The bumpy back and
forth motion, the hard saddle grinding up against my spread legs was
combining with my thoughts to give me the very first hint of what an orgasm
could feel like.  I didn't have one of course, but it was such a new
feeling, this hot pressure, I wanted more and more. 
   I got the horse to trot and though I wasn't a very good rider it wasn't
too hard to keep my balance.  The bouncing was intense and I felt like I'd
peed in my panties.  I was so wet I even looked down to see if my period
had come early, maybe spotting my white shorts, but I didn't see anything
and I was sure it wasn't that.  It made me feel a little dizzy after awhile
and I had to stop the horse, getting off and walking her back to the ranch.
My panties felt sweaty, almost squishy and they'd ridden up my slit so far
it would have been uncomfortable any other time, but this time I was
enjoying it. 
   Later, in the bathroom I undressed and looked at my little pussy.  It
was red and a little puffy and I thought it was because of all the
bouncing. But I also say my labia were bigger than they usually were and
that was really weird I thought, they were engorged with blood and I
flicked them with my finger.  I didn't know what any of this meant right
then and I tried to ignore it, hoping everything would go back to normal
after my bath.
   Somehow I waited until that night, going into my bedroom maybe a little
earlier than normal with Mike following me as usual.  I closed the door and
looked it before undressing.  I wanted to be naked, don't ask me why I had
no idea then, nor do I know now why I decided to undress..  It was just the
feeling I had, like it was the right thing to do.  I stripped and lay down
on the bed, this time on my back with my head on my pillow.
   Mike jumped up on the bed too, but he didn't try humping me.  He just
lay down and put his chin on my stomach, looking up at me and wagging his
short stumpy tail a little.  I was very excited and I wanted him to do
something, but I didn't know what.  I'd never initiated anything with him
and I didn't know where to start.  Then I kind of had a thought that maybe
if he didn't mind licking his own cock maybe he would lick my pussy.  I was
still feeling a little funny there, like my thoughts the warmth between my
legs had never quite gone away.  In fact the more I thought about it the
warmer I felt.  A couple times that evening I'd caught myself absently
rubbing myself, just briefly, and I was embarrassed thinking my Aunt might
have seen me, but if she had she never said anything.
   Now, laying on the bed with Mike so close I felt the little fire in my
pussy more than ever.  I reached down to feel it, cupping my pussy in my
hand and just rubbing it.  I'd never masturbated before and this was wholly
new for me.  I was finding quickly what made the good feeling feel even
better, like rubbing the little button just above my slit until i could
feel it getting almost hard.  I rubbed a finger up and down my slit,
feeling the slippery wetness when my lips opened slightly.  It was amazing
I'd never discovered this before and I almost forgot about Mike, to be
totally honest.  I was holding my breath and just exploring the outside and
a very very little bit inside, not quite sure of what I was doing.
   After maybe 5 minutes of this, though it seemed both much longer and
shorter at the same time, Mike must have started to smell something.  He
lifted his head and licked his face and then started sniffing his way down
between my legs.  I'd figured out how to get him going without even knowing
that was what I was doing.  He started licking my fingers first with the
tip of his tongue just teasing my sex until I finally moved my hand and
spread my legs wide, giving the old bulldog full access to my 14-year-old
pussy.  he just about made me scream a few seconds later as his tongue slid
between my labia and right inside my pussy. 
   It was like I'd been hit by lightning or something and my legs snapped
closed without me thinking about it and squeezed Mike's poor head.  He
jumped back and kind of looked at me like I was crazy, but when I opened my
legs again he went right back, I used my hands, pushing against the insides
of my thighs because I kept wanting to close my legs.  It felt so good,
there were shooting stars going off in my tummy and my head was literally
spinning.  Certain spots were just begging for attention and every now and
then Mike would find one with his tongue and send me through the roof.
   I'd never even heard of cunnilingus before.  I didn't know what my clit
was or what it did.  But Mike was teaching me.  He just never got tired,
even when I couldn't breathe and I was lifting my butt trying to push my
pussy against his tongue even more, Mike just kept licking me at that same
maddeningly slow and random pace.  I had the first and dare I say best
orgasm of my life right then, on a dog's tongue.  I yelled and gasped and
then buried my face in my pillow, closing my legs as tightly as I could so
that Mike couldn't lick me.  I was shaking and my Aunt was knocking on the
door.
   I couldn't even breathe but somehow I told her I was okay, I'd just
stubbed my toe.  It was such a totally lame excuse I know now, just as I am
positive the old woman knew exactly what was really going on.  But I was
young and naive and my Aunt just told me goodnight and left me alone with
Mike for the rest of the night.
   I think it was that orgasm that made up my mind for me.  When I'd
recovered a little, when I could actually breathe and rub my hands across
my body noting how I could suddenly feel *everything* about myself I
decided I wanted to do everything.  I wanted to have sex, right then, right
there, with Mike.  I had no idea what I was doing, it was just a need, this
crazy desire that flooded every part of me.  It felt like my pussy was on
fire, it was squeezing against itself like it needed something to hold
onto. My nipples were hard, my small puffy boobs aching and I just needed
it.  More than anything else.
   I pulled Mike close to me and he licked the sweat off my body.  His
tongue grazed my nipples and sent me into shivering ecstasy; I'd never ever
dreamt I could feel like I was right then.  I was too young to handle the
sensations; I had no experience on which to draw, none of life's lessons
had taught me restraint, how to deal with the overpowering urge to have
sex. Looking back I understand that this awakening happens to everyone in
one way or another.  Sometimes earlier, sometimes later; sometimes alone,
or with a girl, or most usually with a boy, but for me it was with a dog. I
don't regret it for a moment.
   I stayed on my back, I wanted to see everything, I needed to see it. 
Mike's hind legs were between my open thighs and his front legs straddled
my narrow waist as he licked my skin.  I reached between us to find his
cock, it was already poking out of its sheath, just the tip, warm and wet.
I made a fist for him, like I had before and this time I stroked his dog
cock slowly back and forth, whispering to him, urging his cock to grow for
me.
   It did too.  I felt it expanding in my hand, slipping free of its furry
confines and soon literally dripping with the instinctive need to
reproduce. I didn't know the right or wrong way to do what I was about to.
I knew he needed to go inside me and that was all I knew.  I'd hoped he
could do it while I was laying there and I tried, pulling his cock gently
so that his butt went down slightly, but it was too awkward for him and he
resisted.
   But I didn't give up, I figured if I could bring him down to me I'd lift
myself up to him.  So I lifted my hips and pulled the pillow out from under
my head, putting it underneath me, It was uncomfortable at first, but as I
shifted a bit and kind of bunched it so I really was high enough for him,
it actually felt kind of nice.  Anyway, I was beyond comfortable or not.
   I couldn't reach his cock like that though and Mike was just standing
there with his front paws on one side of the pillow and his back paws on
the other.  My legs were spread around him and I could only hope his penis
was still hard and that he'd figure out what to do.  Luckily, this was Mike
we're talking about, and humping was the one thing he did best in the
world. I felt him stepping forward and I grabbed a couple fistfuls of the
soft short fur on his shoulders and urged him even further forward.
   I was almost exactly the right height for him, but just a bit low as I
felt the dog's hot cock leaving a trail of wetness across my mound and to
my tummy.  Mike started humping anyway and I had to do like a sit up,
pressing my body to his face and holding my breath a I reached to grab his
cock.  I rubbed it around between my thighs until I felt the tip touching
just the right spot, right between my plump labia.  Mike sensed it to
because he pushed a little, like he was checking or something, and I let go
and let my body drop to the bed with a loud exhale.
   My head barely hit the mattress when Mike lunged forward with his hips,
taking me completely off guard and vulnerable, His cock speared into me
like a fireball and it hurt!  God it hurt so much.  He tore through my
hymen like it wasn't there and he didn't pause, just started fucking me
like a jackhammer.  It literally knocked the air out of me and I sucked
hard to get a breath and I was pushing at him uselessly.  I just didn't
have the right leverage, my butt was up on that pillow and my arms were
actually inside his front legs from when I'd helped guide him to my pussy.
   I could see his red cock as it pistoned in and out of my pussy, it
looked huge, even bigger than the other night when I'd given him a hand
job. I couldn't see my pussy lips splayed around it, but I knew they were.
I knew his long hard dog cock was stretching me, molding my once virgin
pussy to the shape of his prick.  The sharpness of his first few thrusts
faded into a dull general ache and even that was quickly being replaced by
something else.  The excitement was still there, my tummy was churning and
it felt like my whole body was on fire.
   Instead of trying to push him away I was hugging the dog, grunting
rapidly with every animal thrust of his prick into my womb.  It was feeling
good, even though the pain remained, and would for several days, the
pleasure was building again.  I found myself trying to push myself against
him, wanting his cock even more.  Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I
was having sex.  I was really doing it.  I was doing it with a dog and that
excited me even more though I didn't know why.  "A dog is fucking me!  A
dog is fucking me!" I said it over and over silently to myself while my
pussy spasmed with the second orgasms of my life only to be closely
followed by a third.  I couldn't count after that, it was pointless; the
confusion of pleasure just never seemed to end.
   I could barely think.  My legs were literally locked around Mike's
thrusting form, crossed at the ankles as he fucked his little bitch.  I was
in lust heaven and I couldn't help the cries issuing from my throat like
yelps of joy every time that delicious cock filled my body.  Even when I
felt the dog's knotted muscle banging against the sore and overly sensitive
entrance to my pussy I could do nothing but surrender to it.
   Mike was whining, panting and drooling over me as his hips worked
frantically to get the oversized bulge inside me.  I gasped and then bit my
lip hard as it suddenly found purchase and my pussy was immediately
stuffed, the knot lodging just inside the opening to my womb.  The tender
walls of my 14 year old vagina seemed to scream in protest and I was
rewarded with yet another overpowering orgasm.  Mike's thrusts were short
now, his cock pressed inside my young body so that the tip would graze the
pillow of my cervix like the finger of God himself, bringing me crashing
into almost painful ecstasy.
   When the dog started cumming I knew it immediately.  My gut seemed
filled with a new and different fire, a fuel to bring me to explosive
climax.  My pussy collapsed around him, the huge knot aching in my pussy,
his long cock throbbing inside me.  His cum filled me, flooding my womb
with a million sperm seeking to impregnate m.  At that moment I was wishing
he could, more than anything.  I pulled him close, my body heaving, my
lungs desperate for air as I clung to the powerful dog who was my master
for the moment.
   Mike tried to pull away, and I felt the knot tugging at my pussy and the
sensation was almost uncomfortable, but not quite.  It wasn't going
anywhere, I realized.  It had been almost too big to go in and now it had
swollen even more, containing our combined fluids and locking us together.
   I was coming down, but only slowly.  I was basking in the afterglow of
my first intercourse and it was fantastic.  I became aware of how wet we'd
become, Mike's precum and my orgasms had been leaking steadily out of my
pussy while he fucked me.  It soaked my inner thighs and ran down to my
ass, drenching the pillow I was propped up on.  I could smell it now as my
senses returned.  It was the strong pungent odor of our intercourse and I
loved it.  We stayed like that, the bulldog looming over me, his cock
buried in my womb, while I stroked him gently, telling him what a good dog
he was.
   Sometime later, maybe 10 minutes, maybe as long as 15, I felt the dog's
knot becoming a little less lodged inside my pussy.  I reached between us,
grasping at the root of Mike's cock and pulling gently.  It was
uncomfortable as I felt my young cunt stretching to let go of him, but it
did finally and the knot and Mike's cock fell free with a wash of fluid
that had been trapped inside me.  Mike immediately moved off the bed to
clean himself and I just lay there, feeling myself gingerly with curious
fingers.
   My young pussy had closed right back up, but it was loose, I could
easily push three fingers inside and I felt the bruised and aching walls of
my pussy.  My lips were engorged and hung outward and I massaged them with
my palm while I fingered myself gently.  I was sore and the pain was more
noticeable as my orgasms had long since faded to memory.  But still it was
the kind of pain I was in love with, it meant something important.  I'd
been changed; I was no longer a little girl.  I was a woman.  I'd lost my
virginity and it was something I knew I would never ever regret.
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