
From that fateful summer of my eleventh year forward to this very day I've loved the feel of a long, hot dog's tongue on my pussy. That year I must have let Thor lap my cunny into orgasms at least once a week. That year I "trained" my uncle's Doberman, my next door neighbors' Collie, and  my Grandma's Toy Poodle to lick my tender pussy. Each one of them had their own "style". The poodle licked very, very fast little strokes that mostly hit my clitty. That drove me absolutely wild before I even knew what hit me.  I was there sitting on the floor of my Grandma's bedroom letting that lovely little licking machine make me into a lust blinded sex maniac. Everyone was gone but me and the house is way out in the country, so I felt free to make all the noise I wanted. That nearly exposed my secret. My Grandma's scream calling my name broke me from a tremendous multiple orgasm just in time to dive under the covers on her bed. When she burst into the bedroom I made up a lie about a bad dream. She bought it, but that was a close call!

The time I taught Lazy, the neighbors Collie, to lick my demanding little cunny  was a hot August night. I was "camping out" in the backyard, because my other Granny had come to visit and was sleeping in my room. I was going to ask my parents if I could have Thor out there with me (he normally slept in the house) when my Dad said, "Linda, I think you  keep Thor out with you tonight. Then you won't have to worry, 'cause he'll take good care of you". He had no idea how right he was!

The old folks went to be around 10:30. The lights went out and Thor went to work. I was lying in the little pup tent, on top of the old flannel sleeping bag with my head out of the tent (so I could see if anybody came) and Thor inside...between my wide spread, skinny little thighs, driving me into "Lovelyland".
I'd folded my pillow double and put it under my little round butt to give my lover better access. His hot tongue was lapping the full length of my puffy little slit, and the stars I was seeing were a lot more than just those in the deep blue sky above me, when I heard trotting footsteps. Almost the moment I heard them, the one who made them was standing over me. It was Lazy. He lapped my face with a tongue that felt like wet, hot sandpaper (Thor's tongue was like satin). I giggle and tried to push him away. He came right back, lapping my face and throat.

Thor stopped his wonderful "duty" between my legs and came out to meet Lazy. They circle one another, sniffed each other and bounced around the yard playing for a few minutes. This whole time I'm feeling like I was left high an dry. As I watched them play, the fingers of both my hands were diddling my pussy like crazy. I needed to cum! I wanted Thor back at his duty and I needed him immediately. 

It was like he could read my mind. Before I even called him he and Lazy trotted right over to the tent, right past my face and inside. Looking into the dark tent I couldn't tell what was going on, but in a few moments I felt Thor's silky tongue on my  hairless cunny. I jolted...naturally. Then I felt Lazy's sandpaper tongue. "Eeeeee!" I squealed softly. Suddenly it was like an eating contest. Both dogs were lapping at my mons, my inner thighs and my pussy as if each one wanted to eat all of me before I was all gone. First silk then sandpaper. The alternating sensations were driving me into helpless tremors, jerks and spasms.

"Good doggies! Ooooh Good doggies! Lick me! Lick me! Oh, god! lick my pussy! Oh, shit! Oh, damn! Oh, fuck!" (I just learned those "nasty" words and loved saying them).

My body was bucking and squirming completely beyond any control. I was a lightening storm inside. Lovely, powerful electric thrills shot through my pussy, my tummy and my tiny teacup titties. The licking kept up. It felt like it was all over my body. My thighs, my tummy and my tiny pink nipples. I was biting my lip hard to keep from screaming. The dogs were dancing all over in there, changing positions, fighting for positions. Paws scratched at my sides sometimes as they moved around and the sudden pain only seemed to enhance the pleasure. I didn't have to feel guilty. I was being raped...tongue raped by two dogs.

I was lost in wonderful, thrilling sensations. Satin was lapping at my titties and throat and a hard, very hot pointed tongue was rubbing up and down my wet, opened slit while Lazy lapped my chest, too.
"What!? Three tongues!?", my confused brain asked. Through the daze I thought, "What kind of tongue is that?". Then I realized my position. Thor was lapping at my throat, but  Lazy was standing over me. It wasn't his tongue at my virgin cunny. It was his cock! He wasn't in me, but that hot poker was rubbing its full length against my little slit and that was driving me more crazy then his licking. I tried to lift my head against the wonderful tongues. Looking under Lazy's tummy into the darkness I could see nothing. It was too dark, his hair was too long, but I knew that wet, very hot thing rubbing my cunny had to be his cock.
I was a virgin, a child, and a dog was really trying to rape me!

In shock and fear I screamed and threw the big dog off. Lights came on in the house. My Dad came running out. I barely got into the sleeping bag before he was there. This time I made up a lie about Lazy coming into the tent when I was a sleep and scaring me. I barely got away with that one and I avoided Lazy for the rest of the summer, but that moment did have it's effect.

From that time on, when Thor would lick his cock after licking me to so many delicious cums. I would sit close to him and watch. Mast of the time I would sit on the floor very near him and watch as that marvelous tongue that had just given me so much pleasure lapped at the furry sheath. Sometimes I would sit mesmerized, with my little heart pounding as an inch or two of pink tip exposed itself . "Is that your cock, Thor?", I whispered. "Does it feel good when you lick yourself like it makes me feel good when you lick my pussy?".  It got so that, even in the livingroom with my parents around, when Thor would lick his doggy dick I would just stare. One time my mom even caught me staring and she yelled at Thor (Like it was his fault I was so fascinated with his dick!).

By the second month after my twelfth birthday, I was beginning to feel sorry for him. By this time a lot of my friends were whispering about things they heard or read or even saw concerning sex with boys. One of my friends, Conny, even let me borrow this book about growing up her parents got for her brother. Care to guess the title? How about "So You're Becoming a Man"...no kidding!
I did learn a bit from that dry dull literature, though. For instances "Males are driven to desire sexual gratification by very strong hormones" and "If sperm is allowed to build up too much and too long it can damage you (males)" . Although the book intended that last piece of  information to make boys avoid things that made them horny, I read it differently and I felt guilty.

All this time I had made Thor suffer. Whenever he tried to mount me in the past I would beat him down and scold him. The poor puppy! It was true that he licked himself. But, if cumming for a dog was like it was for a boy, then he should have squirted his "seed" and I never saw him do that. I knew I had to help and, thanks to Jenny, another friend of mine, telling about what she saw when her older sister jacked of a guy in their livingroom, I had a very good idea how to help.

Now don't get the idea that I rushed right out and jerked Thor off. It was no where near that easy. Last Sunday, while jogging, I saw a girl that reminded me of myself at that age while I was going through the torture of that decision. She was a skinny little 11 or 12 year old, with budding breast and tiny nipples quite visible through the T-shirt she was wearing. Her long strawberry blond hair (mine was/is white blonde) fell in long cascades down her back. What reminded me of myself most was the look on her freckled face. She had a small wrinkle above her button nose and her wide blue eyes had a very distant stare in them as she sat in a park swing and watched the big Rottwieler at his feet lick himself. I wondered then, and still do, if she wasn't thinking the same things I was when I went through that decision.

"Touch it? Should I really touch it? Will he get mad and bite me? What does it feel like? Does it get really big? How big? Will it really make him feel better?". I must have watched him lick himself two dozen times trying to make up my mind. I didn't even let him lick me during that period. I was considering doing something very, very nasty.  It wouldn't be a case of him introducing me to pleasures and me being helpless to avoid them. I would be the one initiating this...IF I did this.

As the weeks went by, and I got hornier by the day, I grew bolder. Sometimes when petting him I would "accidentally" let my thin fingers brush down his flank to his under belly, just grazing the hair covered sheath with my finger tips. It felt firm and warm...almost inviting. A few times he rolled on his back so I could scratch his belly and I scratched down low, just over the top of it. He seemed to enjoy this, but his penis never came out. I had been considering stroking his sheath many times, but the first time I touched his penis was a shock to me.

It was Saturday night. both my parents had gone to my uncle's house for an all night party and my hippie aunt would be coming to take care of me after she got off work at one AM. I was sitting on the floor watching television and absent mindedly rubbing Thor's tummy when I felt something wet and hot against the back of my hand. I froze. In the dim light of only the TV I could see the pointed pink tip of Thor's penis touching the back of my hand. I kept that hand right where it was and started rubbing tiny circles, keeping my hand in contact with that Hot thing.

"Oh, it's so hot!", I thought. "It feels good, like a tongue. Ooooh, it's getting bigger!"

As I continued the motions the pretty shiny dog cock pushed further out, over two inches of it rubbing against the back of my hand. I couldn't believe what I was doing! I was actually touching "it"...and I loved it. My temperature was rising fast. The whole room felt hot. My belly rubbing became firmer and more vigorous all by itself. My eyes were fix on the site. "A dog cock! A dog cock on my hand. A hot, big wet dog cock!" and it just kept getting bigger.

My little butt was squirming into the carpet in excitement. My thin tanned thighs were jiggling open and closed in a flutter, trying to quench the fire building in my cunny. Thor tried to roll on to his side, but I pushed him back over. I had to see! I had to feel! "I'm doing it! God, I'm touching a dog cock! I'm doing it! I'm doing it!". He rolled over on his side again and tried to put his head down there to lick himself. I tried to roll him back again, but this time he was too strong for me to move with one hand. Reluctantly, but quickly I removed the hand from his tummy and tried to throw him onto his back. He rolled all the way over and on to his feet. Then he trotted of across the room and lay down in front of the TV to lick himself. 

I looked at him, then at the slime he left on the back of my hand, then back to him. It was more curiosity than lust that made me bring that had to my nose and sniff. It smelled kind of earthy, a little like copper. My hand quivered as I slowly stuck out my little tongue. I knew I was going to taste a dog cock...even if it was second hand. A "good girl" would have jumped up and washed her hand. But a good girl would have done that the very instant she had touched that hot thing. I knew I was not a good girl. I was a nasty girl...
a very nasty girl. My tongue touched the slime on the back of my hand. It had the texture of light cooking oil and the taste of a combination of metal, salt and something quite sweet. It was like eating my moms non-sugar coffee sweetener, only oily. To my suprise I liked it.

I stared at Thor licking his still exposed cock while I lapped again and again at the doggy goo on my own hand. The tension in that room was like a primitive jungle heat, a passion between two wild animals was building. I wanted to touch his cock again; this time on purpose. I wanted to feel that thing in my fist. There was no more question in the decision: I WANTED to jack off my dog!

On hands and knees a crawled over the gold shag carpet toward my lover. The light near the TV was much brighter than it had been across the room. With two hands I pulled Thor's big golden head away from his doggy dick. For a long moment I held his head and stared at that cock. I'd never see a dog's dick out so far before. It was out over two inches. It was pink at the very tip and pointy, like a little elves hat.
As it got closer to the hairy sheath it got thicker and redder.

Holding Thor's muzzle, gently and firmly with my left hand, I reached with my right toward his cock. Tentatively, with the tip of my index finger, I touched the tip of Thor's dick. It was wet and rubbery. As I wiggled the finger tip the tip of his cock wiggled under my gently touch. Thor let out a sound deep in his throat, but it wasn't really a growl. Maybe I should have paid attention to him, but I was not about to let what he wanted stop me from what I wanted...and I wanted to feel his cock! 

With the tips of two fingers I began to gently pet his cock like it was a tiny helpless animal. "It's kinda cute I thought...and so HOT!". Thor whimpered a bit and tried to move so I place my forearm on his neck and leaned in to force him down. I was growing bolder. I held his dick tip between my thumb and two fingers and began to slowly pump up and down the way a girl friend  had described to me. "I'm doin' it!
I'm jerking off a cock! A dogs' cock! I'm doin' it!" I was excited beyond words. My thighs were pressed tightly together, trying to satisfy my cunny. It need to have attention immediately, but I wasn't about to stop what I was doing. I tried to hold the whole tip in my tiny fist and it just fit. I couldn't stroke up and down without losing it, so I gave it lots of quick, little squeezes. Suddenly Thor applied his strength, rolled right over me and stood up.

"No!" I shouted."Stay!" I grabbed his collar with my left hand and reached up toward his dick with my right. At this point I was lying on my back, looking up at his underbelly. This time I was desperate. I NEEDED to jerk him off. If not for him, then for me. "Please, Thor. Please. Give mommy your cock. Let mommy see your puppy cock". The tip had receded into the sheath, so a clamped my hand around that fur covered tube and started to pump feverishly up and down. There was no gentleness left I need that cock!
I needed to see it, to feel it! I needed to make it squirt.

Faster and faster I pumped. Thor tried to dance around, but I held fast to his collar with all my strength and beat up and down on that furry sheath like it meant the world...at that moment it did! Then it came out...and not to slowly. "Oh! Oh! There it is! There it is! Cocky! Doggy Cocky!". I was chanting as I was panting. "Oh more! Oh, more! It's getting bigger! Oh, goooood puppy! Gooood puppy! make it BIGGER!". I was jacking furiously. Beneath my hand the fur swelled and grew strong. Out of the sheath even more sweet, wonderful dog dick came. Thor began humping my hand. My face, some how , kept getting closer to that big red dick. I wanted to see it better...as close up as I could. I could smell the animal scent of his slimy cock, just inches from my face. I moved my hand from the sheath to that big red, wet prod. It was HOT! It nearly burned, but I was hot, too. Too hot. Instantly I started stroking that big red meat in my little fist. Thor was growling deep in his throat and humping into my fist in strong short stabs.
"Oh, do it! Do it! Do it for mommy! Good puppy! Good puppy! Cum! Cum! Cum for mommy! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

And he did! A hot stream hit me right in the face. Then another and another. I couldn't move my face. My fist was a blur. I wanted it all! I wanted it all! And I wasn't gonna stop. Faster I pumped. Harder he humped. Hot continuous spray splashed my eye lips my nose and my open panting lips. I was still jerking on his dick in a lust controlled frenzy long after he stopped spraying. Finally he jerked away and my hands shot to my cunny. I literally ripped the crotch out of my old pink panties and went at my little pussy with both hands like I was trying to finger out a fire. My hips banged up and down to meet my fingers. I was pulling and tearing at my tiny pink pussy lip and digging at my clit with my nails. My screams echoed all over the place. For the first time in my young life I masturbated to an orgasm. I came and came and came, until I was nothing but a helpless mess on the floor. 

When the after glow finally burned down enough so I could think, I found myself lying on the floor on my side looking toward the hallway. In the reflection of the full length mirror there I saw a skinny blonde twelve year old. Her catlike green eyes looked glassy. Her fine blonde hair was in a total disarray. It stuck to her nose and eye lashes and cheeks. Her face, her hair, the front of her nightgown were soaking wet. As she slowly lifted her leg, I could see that her panties were torn most of the way off and shiny oil covered her thighs and bare pussy.

I did managed to get up and get cleaned before my aunt arrived, but to say I "recovered" is a completely different matter. What happened that night was only a beginning. I knew, now, that, not only would I jerk off I dog , I LOVED IT! I also learned that, given the right circumstances I could masturbate to orgasm.
From that moment to this very day  "the right circumstances" Must involve a dog or many dogs. I also learned that night that the taste of doggy cum was good. And I wanted more.

-Love,
	Linda-
