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Subject: {ASSM} The Virgin and the Stud Dog {anon} (virgin beast dog) RP
Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2001 20:10:09 -0500
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   "The Virgin and the Stud Dog"
        by anonymous


   Several years ago, when I was a freshman in High
School, something happened to me that I have never felt
entirely comfortable with until now. Thanks to other stories
I have read recently about bestiality I have been able to
come to grips with a dark secret that I've held since the
spring of 1995.

   At the time I was a giggly girl hanging out at the
mall with friends and eyeing cute guys, but never daring to
venture beyond flirting and the occasional furtive kiss.
Although I was a virgin and extremely naive, I was a
"well-developed young lady," as my mother would say. I had
long auburn hair I wore in a pony tail down my back, and
breasts capped with nipples that stood out half an inch when
erect. I mention this because as a freshman in High School,
they often caused me much chiding and embarrassment when
they protruded from my blouse.

   Anyway, one afternoon as I was walking home from
school my neighbor called me over to his fence. Mr. Platki
was of some Eastern European decsent and spoke with a heavy
accent.

   "Heather, you come here," he said, waving his ancient
arm to me.  Mr. Platki was an old man who had known me since
my fifth birthday when we moved into the neighborhood. We
had rarely talked, but my parents liked him.

   "You will watch my dog for a few days, no?" he said.

   Mr. Platki owned  the most feared dog in the
neighborhood. It was some kind of mix between a Great Dane
and a Wolf Hound, or something. He was huge, and stood about
even with my chest flatfooted. Needless to say, I was also
frightened by his dog, whom he called Groucho, due to his
temperament.

   "Ah, I don't think so, Mr. Platki," I said. "Ole
Groucho and I don't get along."

   "You toss food into his pen and leave him be, what
more is there to do? Plus, I give you ten dollars. One week,
ten dollars, it's a deal, no."

   Tempted to say "no," I relented and agreed to feed
Groucho.

   The next day as I walked home from school I walked
past Groucho's yard. I had nearly forgotten about him when a
deep "roooof" bark reminded me of my responsibility. "Sorry,
Groucho," I said as I nervously slid a pan of dry dog food
into his pen. Then I noticed that his water bowl was lying
upside down in the middle of his pen. "Oh great," I muttered
and slowly opened the gate. Groucho stepped back from the
gate and let me in. I watched him carefully as I reached for
the pan, then nearly screamed as he leapt forward and licked
my face from chin to eyebrows in one giant, slobbery slurp.

   Momentarily shocked, I jumped back, then realized that
Ole Groucho was really a Teddy Bear. I patted his head and
scratched his chest for a few minutes before closing the
gate and leaving. As I left, Groucho let out a deep howl
that could have waked the dead. Let me tell you, it was that
blasted howling that led to my ruin.

   After dinner I helped my mother clean the kitchen,
then watched a bit of baseball on TV with my Dad. About the
time I was ready to head upstairs to my bedroom, Ole Groucho
started  up with the howling in earnest.  "What the Hell is
that?" my father asked.

   Groucho kept it up for several minutes before my
mother begged me to go and get him. "You know Mr. Platki
always brings him in at night," she said. "I don't like the
idea of a dog in my house, but if you'll keep him locked up
in your room maybe the neighborhood can get some sleep."

   Groucho nearly jumped out of his fur in excitement
when I opened the gate and called him into the house. He
bounded up the stairs and bee-lined to my bedroom like he
had done it a hundred times before.  Groucho was pretty well
behaved and curled up next to the foot of my bed while I
took a shower. As I came out of the shower I let my towel
drop to the floor. Groucho's head perked up as he stared at
my naked body. I had never been looked at by a man - beast
or otherwise - like that before, and self-consciously leaned
down and retrieved the towel.

   I was sitting at my vanity brushing out my hair when
Groucho rested his chin on my bare thigh. I patted his head
and went back to my hair, but I could not help but notice
the panting hot breath from Groucho. His nose was only
inches from my virgin pussy. With a half guilty glance to
make sure I had locked my bedroom door, I opened my legs
just a little, enough to let Groucho's breath caress my
slit.

   For several minutes Groucho lingered in a position
many boys had tried and failed to approach. I had heard
stories from older girls about oral sex and was suddenly
caught with an insatiable desire to try it out on my
innocent house guest. Slyly, I shifted in my vanity chair,
allowing the towel to fall back to the floor, as I turned to
face Groucho. I was completely naked, my legs slightly
spread, with my slit open to Groucho.

   Groucho was a champion of male domination and
immediately shoved his nostrils into my cunt. I screamed,
then cupped my hands over my mouth to prevent alerting my
parents who were still downstairs watching TV. Groucho's
tongue lapped at my pussy in rapid succession as I spread my
legs wider for him and leaned back in pure heaven. He licked
frantically for several minutes before my body was rocked
with a crushing orgasm. I had experienced orgasms before,
but the self-initiated ones of my innocence were minor
compared to this.

   Groucho did not know the meaning of stop, so I had to
pry his face away from my soaked pussy. I was surprised to
find my vaginal lips swollen red and open, like a rosebud
begging to be plucked. Groucho relinquished his attack on my
pussy and sat back on his tail, panting and staring at my
cunt in obvious lust. It was then that I gasped.  Between
his legs was a red, poker stiff cock of at least nine, maybe
ten inches in length. It wasn't real thick, but its imposing
size held me spellbound for several minutes.

   Again my curiousity got the best of me. Being careful
not to make too much noise I slid off my vanity chair and
positioned myself beneath Groucho. I had often wondered what
it would be like to suck a cock, but of course lacked the
courage to place myself in that type of position with one of
my school friends. Now I had the chance, and I owed Groucho
the favor he had bestowed on me.  Groucho hovered over me,
his cock hanging down within easy reach of my mouth. I
sighed, closed my eyes, and wrapped my lips around the red,
pointy tip. Groucho responded immediately with a whimper,
then he flexed his hips and drove a few inches of his meat
into my mouth.  I nearly choked, but hung on, sucking him
the way I imagined a woman should.

   Groucho's hips began to pump furiously as I gasped for
breath and struggled to keep control of the situation. At
one point he succeeded in driving his entire length into my
throat, gagging me and stretching my throat open. Then
suddenly Grouch's cock jerked in my mouth.  In my ignorance
I had forgotten that he may come. Now a hot stream of jism
shot down my throat, then another, as I struggled to free
myself from his staff. Groucho pumped harder, jamming his
cock into my mouth as he continued to feed his load into me.
I gagged, then swallowed, then swallowed again as his
pumpimg slowed, then stopped. I pulled my mouth away from
his cock in time to see the head mushroom in size bigger
than my closed fist. My God, I thought, that thing would
have killed me if I had allowed it to expand in my throat.

   Several minutes passed as Groucho and I lay on the
carpeted floor regaining our strength. I could not believe
that I had just given a blow job to a dog. The salty, almost
sweet come he had deposited so forcefully inside my throat
stuck to my insides like a thick bowl of oatmeal. I rolled
over with the intent of going into the bathroom to wash up
when Groucho knocked me onto my hands and knees. He quickly
mounted me from behind like I was a bitch dog in heat. I
panicked, stifled a scream, then struggled to stand back up.

   Groucho had me pinned down, but I did not believe
anything else would happen. Surely he could not find his
mark without my help, and there was no way that was going to
happen. I had no intention of taking this thing any further.
Groucho pumped his hips and I watched almost amused as his
huge cock swung around by my thighs, searching for its
target.

   "Enough, Groucho," I commanded in a whisper, not
wanting my parents to find me in this situation.

   Groucho's weight on my shoulders was becoming
unbearable, so I relaxed my arms and rested my head on the
carpet. I figured in a few minutes he would tire of this
game and release me. Then I got the shock of my life as his
cock brushed against my virgin cunt lips. It was just a
lucky stab in the dark, so to speak, but it had shown the
impossible could happen. That's when I began to get nervous
and struggled harder to gain my freedom.

   I swatted my arm at Groucho to no avail. Then, in
animalistic determination to breed, Groucho wrapped his huge
jaws around the back of my neck. He didn't bite me, but he
let me know that I was to sit still.  Again his cock brushed
my cunt lips. I shifted my ass away from his assaulting
weapon, then shifted back the other way - straight into his
cock head. The pointy head lodged between my cunt lips. I
grimaced, preparing myself for the inevitable. I was on the
floor of my own bedroom, with my parents downstairs, and I
was about to be raped by a dog with a cock the size of a
baseball bat.

   I squirmed again in a final effort to break free.
Groucho gripped my neck tighter, then pumped his monstrous
piston into me. I buried my face into the carpet and
screamed as his entire length found a home inside of me. In
one thrust this beast had stolen my cherry, splitting me
wide open like a watermelon.

   For several minutes he worked his cock in and out of
my now well-worn cunt before I felt the familiar jerking
sensation.  As he dumped another load into me I felt his
cock grow. I shrieked, thinking of the thick head
mushrooming inside of me. Again I lurched forward, but it
was too late. Groucho had locked onto me. My cunt was
swollen with his massive cock as it jammed against my pelvic
bone. For over fifteen minutes he lay on top of me, his jaws
locked around my neck, and his cock locked inside of me.

   The next day Mr. Platki returned - mercifully early -
and retrieved Groucho. I often thought about that night as I
finished High School, not sharing my secrets nor my body
with anyone until now. Tomorrow is my wedding day and I
wonder if my future husband will notice that I am not a
virgin.  I plan to scream and let him think he has popped my
cherry. I'm sure he would be devastated to know that a ten
inch cock has already had me.


                   -- The End --


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