By molinine 
I guess I’ll start this off by telling you a little bit about myself. My name is Victoria. As of today, I’m 18 years old. I’m about 5’1 tall, and weigh maybe 120 pounds. I have brown eyes, and dark brown hair and very fair skin. And this is the story of how I lost my virginity to my new dog. It all started when I was 17. Yes, I was still a virgin at 17. I decided to wait until I found the ‘right guy’, which didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. I’m the girl who has a lot of friends, and who all the guys fall for, but never gets serious with any of them. I like to flirt, and that’s usually where it ends. Mainly just because I’m scared it might lead to something more and I might get hurt. Anyway, my parents and I had just purchased two large dogs from the local pound. It was my birthday weekend, and there was nothing I wanted more than a dog.
I didn’t care what kind of dog it was, but I wanted one. I’m an only child, and our first dog had died when I was 14. I was missing the companionship when my parents were gone, and I finally talked my parents into letting me pick out a new dog. Originally the plan was to go to the shelter, and just pick out the dog that was next in line to be euthanized. I thought saving a dog from certain death would be a nice thing to do, like giving her a gift on my birthday. The problem was, the day we came to pick out a dog, there were two dogs there that were literally going to be killed. I, of course, being the animal lover of the family, started crying, begging my parents to let us take them both with us, that this was the right thing to do—that we were saving lives! After about an hour of me crying, my parents agreed. That night, we came home with two brand new full-grown dogs; two German Shepherds. I already loved them both. I decided to name them Bruce and Buck. They were the same breed of dog, so there was a difference in size.
Amazing. Bruce came in from about my navel, a huge, hulking dog, while Buck was lucky his head could reach my belly, and he was skinny. Now, fast forward a few weeks. Everything was going great with the new dogs. My parents were learning to love them both, even though they didn’t like that we had two new dogs, and they got along pretty well with each other, except for the kissing part. We later found out that neither of them had been neutered, so they were constantly trying to prove their dominance to each other. Usually, Bruce would win. Bruce was also somewhat of a nuisance to me. He loved to growl and snap at people, especially me for some reason. I could pet him gently, and he would turn around and bite me, often drawing blood. My parents tried to use this as an excuse to send him back, but all I had to do was cry a little, and I knew he could stay here. Anyway,
Everything was going great except for the biting thing, and my parents had decided to go away for a weekend. I said goodbye to my parents, promised I wouldn’t throw any wild parties, or burn the house down, and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw them pull up the driveway. Alone at last. One of my favorite things to do when I was home alone was take baths. I know this sounds like a silly thing to do, but I love taking long baths. Usually if I took a bath for more than 15 minutes, my dad would come banging on the bathroom door, telling me to stop using all the water. I smiled as I walked into the bathroom. Tonight Dad wouldn’t be banging on the door. I didn’t even bother to lock the door as I started taking off my clothes. First off were my jeans, which quickly fell to the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I was wearing
A red and black thong that showed off my big ass to a fairly decent extent. I always hated my big ass, but boys generally loved it. Next was my shirt, which joined my jeans on the floor and my milky white ass was staring back at me in the mirror. In this bra, my cleavage was actually a bit. It was also red and black, matching my thong. My boobs were nice, handfuls of size: 30B. I smiled at myself in the mirror as I took off the bra and thong. It was time to go to work. Although I was a virgin, I often found time to play with myself. So I liked taking long showers; I had orgasmed two or three times by now, and I got out of the shower feeling good about the fact that I had ‘wasted’ an hour of hot water. As I got out of the shower, I was surprised to see Bruce there. He was sitting down, watching me wrap a towel around myself.
I didn’t think much of it. Though I had many fantasies, bestiality was never one of them. Squeezing my long black hair, I bent down to pick up my clothes. As I did so, I felt a cold nose enter between my legs. I stood up suddenly, startled, and pushed Bruce’s nose away. “Bad dog.” I scolded him. I was afraid to hit him; afraid he would bite me like he had done before. I ignored him, now picking up my brush to untangle the tangles in my hair. Being so short, I had to lean forward on my tiptoes and reach where I put my brush. Reaching out, I felt warm fur between my legs again, but this time instead of a cold nose, I felt a warm tongue. I quickly turned around and pushed his face away from my thighs. “No, Bruce.” This time I hit him on the nose. I wanted him to take a picture. Surprisingly, he didn’t pounce on me. Instead, he again poked his head between my legs, now dragging his tongue over my hill. I wasn’t ready for this. Earlier he had licked me from behind, but now, now it sent me
I started to shudder. I froze as he kept licking me. I was almost about to pull my legs apart when I realized what I was doing. I slapped his nose again, this time my voice was louder. “No, Bruce.” I only heard a soft growl from him, before he tried to shove his face back into my folds again. I didn’t want to let that happen. I decided to run out of the bathroom, and hope he followed me. If he did, I could run back inside the bathroom and close the door, put my clothes on and forget that this all happened. Of course, not without arousing myself again. The feeling of his tongue flashed through my mind, licking me eagerly. I couldn’t do that. I pushed him away, and walked out the bathroom door, and into the hall. As I suspected, Bruce followed me. I walked a few feet down the hall, then turned and ran back the way I came,
I was expecting to make it back to the bathroom. I couldn’t have been more stupid. Another thing I forgot to tell myself is that if I am one thing, it is definitely not pretty. As I turned to go back to the bathroom, Bruce was closer to me than I had anticipated. I tripped over a large dog, and fell right on my face. I had made contact with the bathroom tile – my face. When I fell, my towel had come off, which lay in a heap on the floor. I lay there for a few moments, naked and stunned. That was it. As I began to pick myself up, I felt Bruce’s weight fall on top of me. Still confused, it slammed me on my face again. But this time, when I tried to pick myself up again, I felt hair on my back. Hot dog hair. Even then I didn’t fully understand what was happening. I tried to push him off of me, but he was too heavy. As I pushed harder, a low growl started from somewhere near my neck. This made me freeze, my body coiled around Bruce’s bottom.
Then I felt his front legs wrap around my waist. That’s when I realized that when I was on all fours, I was the perfect ride for Bruce. That’s when he started fucking me, his hard cock rubbing against my bare pussy. That’s when I screamed. But it didn’t matter, Bruce held me tight, and kept thrusting, his hard (which I would later measure to be about 9″) cock sliding against both my asshole and pussy. I tried to move away from him, but with every move he thrusted harder, growling at me menacingly. I started praying that maybe he would cum before he penetrated me. I mean, I was a virgin,
And I could barely get two fingers inside me. There was no way I could get Bruce’s cock inside me. Man, I was wrong. After about a minute of failed attempts to put his cock in my pussy, Bruce finally put his cock in. I was just starting to calm down, thinking to myself that this couldn’t go on forever as I felt something inside me tearing. He had finally found the right angle to push from, and now he was ramming his cock into my poor pussy. I screamed in pain, squirming beneath him, trying harder than ever to get out from beneath him, but just as I started to pull away he finally pulled me back, teeth sinking into my shoulder.
I cried out in pain again. His grip on my shoulder loosened when he realized he had made his point. As long as I stayed still, he didn’t hurt me. He hurt me more than he did now, anyway. His cock entered me, and I’m sure my virgin pussy felt really good to him. His thickness must have been about two inches, and I already had 6 inches inside me. I was moaning at this point, trying to get over the pain. I forced myself to think of other things; anything that could take my mind off this pain would be good. I could hear Bruce panting, saliva running down his tongue and spreading over my shoulder. Disgusting. I was still squirming under him, trying to think of more fun things… like when Bruce ran his tongue over my pussy.
Looking back, I would have gladly let him lick me if it would get me out of this pain. I imagined a different scenario, this time instead of pushing his nose away, I spread my legs like I wanted, letting him lick from my ass to my clit. I imagined his rough tongue licking my clit, what it would feel like if he licked inside me. I tilted my head back and moaned, letting him lick every inch of my wet pussy. Only then did I come back to reality and realized that it was starting to feel good. Most of the pain was gone; now it was a dull ache.
I bit my lip, thinking how wrong this was… how fucked up I was to actually enjoy this. Only then did I lower my head, finally giving myself over to him completely. I pushed my hips against him, trying to sync my movements with his. His cock felt hot inside my tight pussy, and I could feel his cum flowing out of me. And I could feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs wide and was moaning now. As I relaxed myself,
I could feel his penis entering me. He was finally loosening me up enough that his penis was inside me. I enjoyed it, pushing my ass up, letting his dog make me his bitch. I could feel myself on the verge of orgasm, and I let it wash over me. I moaned, the sound sounding like some kind of growl, and Bruce responded with his low rumble and began to orgasm with renewed vigor. I orgasmed not once, but three times like this, with Bruce pounding his hard penis inside me. After my last orgasm, I felt something hard start to hit my opening. I had felt it before the climax, but hadn’t thought much of the pain. Now I felt it again – something hard and very large, pounding inside me every time he pushed.
I stopped breathing. I knew what it was
It was his knot. He was trying to force his knot inside me. I struggled again for a moment, knowing that if he succeeded I would feel pain again. But I restrained myself, knowing that after the pain subsides, pleasure follows. And now, after Bruce had fucked me like this for a while, I was really beginning to enjoy the fact that I was his bitch. I wanted him to use me—I wanted him to fill me up with his cum. His precum was already doing a good job; I could feel his warm juices flowing inside me. I wanted to feel him shoot his load inside me; I wanted him to be all over me. As soon as I stopped struggling,
I started pushing against him once again. With each thrust, the pain increased. His knot was hitting me again and again. I moaned again, wondering how big it would be when finally, with a powerful thrust, his knot entered me. I screamed again, unable to stop myself. I felt that his penis had a huge bulge, but the thought of me now being tied to my doggy helped me get over the pain. And soon, I started enjoying it again. I climaxed again, this time more powerful than ever, my pussy clenching his penis along with my penis. I felt him pick up the pace then, and finally release his cum inside me. I hid my face in my hands, moaning loudly as I felt his cum stream flowing inside my pussy. However, not even a drop could escape. His knot was so tight in my pussy. We stayed like that for a while, his knot still in my pussy, my head in my hands and I was slowly rocking back and forth against him, making sure to get every drop of his cum out. After a few minutes, he started to pull away, and I lifted my head and saw that Buck was sitting there, his cock hard and out of its sheath and he put his nose between my legs, licking my pussy and Bruce’s cock and eventually he pulled it out of me. Dog cum started to flow down my thighs as well and Buck licked it up eagerly.
I didn’t want to make the same mistake again, and quickly lay down on the floor, rolling over onto my back so Buck couldn’t get on top of me. Instead, I spread my legs, and let him lick up every drop of cum Bruce had put inside me. The feeling was amazing, with his long, thick tongue licking deep into my pussy. After a while, Buck lost interest in licking, and he moved on to another part of the house. I stayed there for a while, though. Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I should hate myself or love myself for letting my dog overtake me like that. After a while,
I decided it wasn’t such a bad thing, and got up and went back to the bathroom to shower. I let the hot water run over my body for over an hour; the water had cooled before I finally forced myself to pull out. My pussy was sore, my back was aching, and I was in absolute pain from everything that had just happened. But I didn’t care. I knew that even though the thought had never crossed my mind before today, I would soon be very close to my new dogs. And that, friends, is the story of losing my virginity. I’ve done a lot of things with Bruce and Buck since then
और अगर आप चाहते हैं कि मैं अपनी और कहानियाँ शेयर करूँ, तो कृपया मुझे बताएँ। 🙏🏿
