Christine climbed through the narrow crevice in the rock and entered the cave, where Roger had first spied on her. She waited in the cave for two hours, her eyes closed, her legs spread, envisioning Roger above her, sinking his cock into her willing body. He never showed. It had been three days since she had sucked him off, and he had promised to return. Three days of waiting. Three wasted afternoons.
Today, she was still hot, ready to lose her cherry. She hurt inside. Roger wasn't interested in a little kid – especially a virgin. She hated herself, no longer feeling like a woman, but feeling like a gawky kid, who was too tall for her age.
She silently dressed. The waiting was over. She trudged back through the woods to her father's place alone. Her eyes lit up when she saw Laddie, sitting on the porch waiting for her.
"At least you don't think I'm a baby," she said to the dog, scratching his head. She went into the house, Laddie tagging along.
Laddie barked and nipped playfully at her heels, following her up the stairs. His appetite had been whetted for pussy meat. He enjoyed licking her cunt, enjoyed her loving attention afterward. His tail wagged furiously, and he sprang ahead of her, waiting at the top of the landing as she trudged up the steps slowly. He had come to expect the taste of pussymeat when she returned from the waterfall. Today was no exception. Laddie raced down the hall as her foot touched the top step. He barked enthusiastically at the door to her bedroom.
She smiled, but her heart wasn't in it. Inside her room, she closed and locked the door. Laddie was already on the bed waiting, his brown eyes peering at her. "I guess it's just you and me, Laddie," she said flatly. "I'm not going back to the cave ever again."
She plopped on the bed, threw herself onto a pillow, hiding her face. She wanted to be fucked. She had come so close. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" she screamed, her words muffled in the pillow.
On her back, she gazed at the ceiling through tear-filled eyes. Then she looked at the phone on the nightstand. She couldn't tell Tracy that Roger had never showed. Her eyes blinked. "Laddie! Stop it!" She pushed the overanxious dog away. "I don't feel like it today. Go away!" Her innocent-looking face screwed up in anger. "Leave me alone!"
Laddie had other plans. He wasn't about to be denied her pussy without a fight. His teeth latched onto her jeans. Holding the material between his fangs, he tugged and growled, shaking his head frantically.
"Shit, Laddie!" She yelled, pulling her leg away. "You're gonna rip my jeans. Stop it, Laddie."
The persistent dog knew what he wanted and ignored her demands. He knew, from her stern tone, that she wanted him to leave her alone, but he insisted. He wouldn't take no for an answer. His front paw jabbed into her crotch, scraping her soft pussy through her tight jeans. He dropped, slinking down on the bed, jamming his snout into her jean-clad pussy.
She squeezed he legs together; Laddie yelped, his muzzle caught. "I'm sorry, boy," she said to the dejected dog. "I'll bet you'd fuck me, if you were a boy. You don't care how old I am, do you?" She ruffled his golden coat.
The dog barked, happy that she was playing with him once again. His tail swished the air, and his cock began to peek out of the hairy sheath that contained it.
All of a sudden, Christine's face lit up. Her blue eyes registered joy instead of sadness. "Laddie! Holy shit!" She bolted upright in bed, threw her arms around the golden retriever and squeezed and hugged him with affection and growing excitement. "How would you like to fuck me?"
She reached under his belly, searched for his cock. "I'm no bitch in heat, but I'll bet it would be more fun than me jerking you off." Her mind soared with the possibilities. Her body swam in a vat of lust, created by her imagination and the need to be fucked.
Laddie's tongue lapped across the child's face. He squirmed energetically on the bed – Christine's excitement was contagious. He wiggled out of her embrace, nudged her back on the bed, and licked her face.
"Can't wait, huh?" she giggled. "I'll strip, Laddie." She pushed his face away from hers and smiled at him. "Be patient. I'll be ready in a minute."
She opened the buttons of her blouse. In her exuberance, she tore the garment off. Her tits bounced in their freedom, unencumbered by a bra. She held her tits in her hands, whimpering hotly, her flesh on fire as she thought about Laddie's cock fucking her. Her round, pointed nipples were swollen with passion. "Ohhh, shit, Laddie, this is going to be great!" Her voice creaked under the emotional stress. "Oh God, Laddie, I'm so hot."
Laddie remained on the bed. His instincts told him something was going to happen, something different. He fidgeted, sitting, then standing on all fours. He waited for Christine to undress. Soft puppy-like sounds came from him.
"You gonna fuck me good? Huh, Laddie?" Christine looked at the animal that was going to break her cherry. "You better."
Laddie barked his answer, his tail swishing across the sheet.
"Don't be impatient," She giggled nervously, pulling off her jeans. She threw them aside, latching her fingers into the elastic of her panties. "Ohhhh, boy."
The sound of her own voice reassured her. She skimmed her panties down her long slender legs and kicked then away. They flew across the room, landing on a corner of her dresser.
Shivering, she lay naked on the bed. She couldn't move. Fear held her stiff. She bit her bottom lip, fighting the thought of being fucked by a dog. She wanted to be fucked, and badly. Laddie was the only way.
The phone rang.
Christine seemed to jerk up off the bed as the phone jangled her frayed nerves. She reached for it, her finger curling around the receiver. She brought it to her ear and mouth. "Yes?"
"It's me, Chrissy. Hello? You there?"
"Yeah, Tracy."
"Did Roger show up today?" Tracy asked.
"No." Christine winced, hating to be reminded. "He never showed."
"Shit," Tracy moaned. "I thought for sure you'd lose your cherry today, and we could talk about it while we played with ourselves." Tracy rolled onto her belly. "I'm all juicy thinking about it, and I'm naked too, creaming the sheets."
"I'm naked too," Christine said, "and Laddie's with me."
Tracy's face brightened. "What are you going to do?"
"Fuck him," Christine bragged.
Tracy was shocked. "What?"
"I said, I was going to fuck Laddie."
"You kidding? You really gonna let the dog fuck you?"
"Yes." Christine was emphatic. "Roger doesn't want to fuck a kid, and there's no on else around. Laddie is the lucky choice." Talking about it made it seem less frightening.
"God, I wish I could be there to watch. I'm creaming just thinking about it." Tracy wriggled her soft ass, her clit pressing into the sheet beneath her. "Mmmmmm, can I listen?"
Christine thought about it for a minute. "I don't know. I'll be on the floor, and I wouldn't be able to hold the phone." She really didn't want her friend to hear her scream in pain, if it hurt.
"Awwww, please. Let me listen. You can put the phone on the floor. I'll hear you."
"I'll call you back afterward and tell you all about it." Christine took a deep sigh. "Okay?"
Grudgingly, Tracy agreed. "You call me right back. I want to know everything. I'm gonna wait right here in bed and play with myself, thinking about you fucking Laddie."
Christine giggled. "I'll call, don't worry." She stretched, dropped the phone in it place. She smiled at Laddie, who was lying at the foot of the bed, patiently waiting. "I hope you don't hurt me."
She slipped out of the bed, crawled naked to the closet. She opened the door and angled the long mirror where she wanted it. She was going to watch herself being fucked. She crawled back to the bed. "C'mon, Laddie. Break my cherry."
She looked up at the dog from the floor. "C'mon down here." Christine patted the carpet, showing him where to go. "C'mon, boy. I'm all ready for you." The teenager got into position when the dog jumped to the floor. He sniffed her wiggling body, his cold nose touching her hot flesh.
Christine looked at the mirror. She could see herself perfectly; arms and elbows on the mattress as she leaned on the bed, knees on the floor. Tits digging into the mattress. She waited for Laddie to stop sniffing her.
"C'mon, boy, hope on, and fuck me." Christine kept her gaze on the mirror, wondering what she would look like with a cock stuck up her cunt and her cherry gone.
Casually, the golden-haired retriever sniffed the teenager. His nose skimmed her ribs, her thighs, her hips, her ass cheeks. Each time he touched her, a shivery sigh floated from Christine's panting mouth. He licked her; her skin was as smooth as velvet against his wide tongue.
"Ohhhhh, Laddie," she moaned. "Fuck me before I change my mind." As the dog licked, goose bumps dotted her flesh. She was shaking, afraid she would chicken out at the last minute. "Hurry, Laddie. I'm ready for your cock." Her pussy was juicy and hot, but her growing panic would soon dry her up.
Laddie picked up the familiar scent of her pussy and licked closer to the strong, arousing smell. He nuzzled his nose between her ass cheeks, his tongue slithering over the tiny wrinkled crack of her asshole.
"Oooooo, Laddie," she squealed in delight. His tongue lapped around her tiny shitter, and she almost fainted from the shuddering contract. "Oooooh, Laddie!" Her pussy began to ooze, coating the puffy pink lips of her cunt. The narrow slit emitted a white froth of cunt cream.
Laddie snorted. He backed up enough to slap his tongue up through her pussy and over her wrinkled ass-ring. Warm doggie spit blended with the white cream of her pussy. It was a warm soupy mixture between the virgin's legs. The dog's slapping tongue lathered up a foam of the creamy blend, and he became aroused – as always – when he licked her.
Laddie reamed her pussy with his tongue, being stopped by the annoying piece of cherry skin. He shook his head, his tongue whipping up through the crack of her ass, sloshing her pussy cream with it. He wriggled his tongue up through her tiny ass crack, coating her pinkish-brown asshole with cunt juice and drool.
Christine forgot about her panic. His tongue was turning her mind to mush. The new and wild sensations of having her asshole licked carried her into bliss. She glanced at her face in the mirror, saw it was flushed, her eyes glittering.
"Ohhhh, Laddie, go in my ass! There's no cherry there! Go in all the way!" She pushed back against his nuzzling snout. "My asshole!"
Laddie's tongue fluttered out, tickled her wrinkled shit hole. The child's wails excited him. He nipped the cheeks of her spit-soaked ass and slurped through her juicy pussy over her ass cheeks.
"Ooooh, Laddie!" She was delirious, wanting the dog's tongue in her ass. For the moment, getting fucked had been cast aside by the overpowering desire to have her asshole reamed. "Ooohhh, Laddie! Laddie!"
The beast dug his snout between the child's ripe ass cheeks, splitting apart the creamy halves. He sniffed her wrinkled ass crack, his cold nose sending shivery spasms through her body. He pressed his nose tight against her.
"Ooooooh!" She bucked, her tits crushing into the mattress. She snapped her head around, seeing the giant dog's head buried between her thighs, his snout in her ass. "Lick me!" It was a high-pitched squeal.
Laddie whined, his tongue darting out. His tongue had found her ass creak. He wriggled into her asshole, parting the muscular opening, exploring the steamy depths of her guts for the first time. He stabbed his tongue deep.
Christine spasmed. She began to shake, her ass squirming, her blue eyes rolling. She was experiencing, for the first time, the thrilling sensations of her body being invaded.
"Yeahhhhh! Ummmmm! Laddie!" She rocked on her knees, her tits rubbing the soft nap of the blanket. "Tongue me!"
Laddie did. His tongue, plowing deep in her ass, explored. He lapped inside her fiery body. The scent of her asshole and the pungent aroma of her oozing cunt had made him crazy. Hie cock was throbbing, jutting out of its hairy sheath.
He pulled his head out of her ass and licked his chops. White sticky pussy cream clung to the snout. He licked it off, sniffed her body again, highly aroused.
Christine let out a mournful cry. Her asshole was empty. "Laddie!" She began to shake uncontrollably. "Ladd…" Her voice was cut off as the huge hairy beast mounted her. His front paws landed on her smooth creamy back. "Ohhhhh my God!" Her blue eyes widened.
Laddie danced on his hind legs, his ass humping. His red pointed cock stabbed her quivering ass cheeks, jabbing haphazardly. The dog was unable to direct his thrusts. He began to whine in frustration, leaning forward, blanketing her lithe frame with his hairy body. Quickly and carelessly, her thrust his cock forward. He kept on jabbing her in all the wrong places. His tail curled up between his dancing legs, his body jerking mindlessly.
Christine blinked, frightened. "Laddie!"
She forced herself to remain still. No small feat. She was frozen to the bed, pinned by the frantic animal. She prayed he would puncture her pussy and rip away the horrid cherry that kept Roger from fucking her.
"Fuck meeeee!" Suddenly, fear and panic gripped her again. Her eyes bulged with the thought of him ripping into her asshole. It was a dreaded idea in her swirling mind.
Laddie yelped loudly. His pointed jabbing cock found the mark. His powerful stabs sent his cock spearing into her oozing cherry cunt. The cherry skin had been ripped away with the first horrendous plunge.
With brute force, Laddie plowed into her soupy cunt. High-strung and jittery, he yelped again. The tightness of her virgin cunt inflamed his mind. Her cunt muscled, beating against his cock, spurred him on.
Christine's body jerked with each lunge of the dog's pounding body. She grabbed the blanket. The pain began to spread. She was being fucked by a dog. The searing pain became unbearable. Her fingers curled into the lump of blanket; she held on for dear life.
"Aaaaaayyyiee!" The pupils of her eyes dilated. Her blonde hair swept across her back, over her creamy soft shoulders, across her scarlet face, which was contorted with pain.
"Noooo… Laddie! Noooo!"
She struggled to no avail. She was dangerously impaled on his hard pounding cock. There was nothing she could do, but endure the pain and agony of his savage fuck thrusts. She hoped he would cream soon, and it would be over. A shuddering gasp of defeat filled the bedroom.
Laddie mindlessly fucked her, hell-bent on relieving the storm inside his balls. He clung to the teenager's back, his front paws clutching her soft silky skin, his hind paws digging into the carpet for traction and balance. His tail curled under, twitched. He whimpered and fucked. Fucked and whimpered. Fucked the soft meat of her pussy.
Resigned to take the punishment of the dog's attack, Christine relaxed. The devastating pain that had accompanied the violent of her pussy was subsiding. Pleasure took the place of pain. Mild pleasure at first – but it grew.
Laddie never let up; he continued his blinding fuck pace. His cock reached deep inside the teenager's cunt – hot and wet. His prick was immersed in boiling pussy juice. Her cunt was a furnace of liquid fire. Relentlessly, the dog fuck the child, driven by the compelling urge to come.
"Oooh, Laddie!" Her screams echoed her pleasure now. The pain had disappeared. "Fuck meee! Fuck meeee!" She stared at the face in the mirrored reflection. She raised her eyes to the dog mindlessly fucking her, his rubbery lips drawn back over his white glistening fangs. She wallowed in every stab of the dog's hulking cock, loving the piercing cock that ravaged her tender pussy.
Laddie kept the torrid fuck pace. His ass jerked like a jackhammer. His cock swelled in the hot depths of her scalding hot pussy. Stiff-necked and yelping, he drilled her cunt with his spearing cock. Her pussy muscles were tentacles of heat, feeling and gasping. His balls churned.
"Fuck me! Laddie!" Christine's body jerked wildly. "I'm being fucked!" She screamed it to her reflection. "I'm not a virgin anymore!" The impact of those explosive words made her swoon.
Through passion-glazed eyes. Christine watched herself being fucked. She saw as well as felt the soft silky coat of the golden retriever's body against her. She wriggled back, met his plunging stabs with the backward thrusts of her own, no longer waiting, but participating to the end. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Laddie's hind legs pranced. His golden coat smothered Christine's naked wrenching body. He kept his balance, leaning on the whimpering child. For an endless moment, the dog eased up on his powerful jabs, then continued to pound her into the bed.
Christine loved it. She reveled in his horrendous power to slam her into the mattress. Her cunt full of cockmeat, she was being plowed to the hilt. Her body jerked with each impact.
The crazed golden retriever fucked ruthlessly. His thick, swollen prick burrowed deep into the teenager's cunt, stretching the tight oozing walls to accommodate the immense size of his red spearing cock.
Christine was overjoyed. The pleasure was spreading like wildfire. "I feel you! Laddie!" She shoved back; Laddie yelped and stabbed forward. She climbed the ladder that would take her to her orgasm with each hard-hitting plunge of the doggie prick. "More! More!"
Her head tilted toward the mirror. She leered at the refection. It was a lewd sight, the dog pounding into her pussy. Her arms stretched forward on the bed. The passion was becoming overwhelmingly wonderful. Her fingers clawed the sheets, crunching up into balls, her knuckle white.
"Cum, doggie! Cum all over my pussy! Cream me good!" She swooned, imagining all the hot thick doggie cum that would soon fill her pussy. "Cum!"
Christine's screeching voice, her wet pussy, and cushiony cunt muscles pulsed around his cock, too the huge golden beast over the peak in his climax. He dug in, plowing his cock hard and fast. His prick erupted like a shooting geyser.
Hot thick cum made of syrupy goo spouted out of his cock like liquid fire and splattered the spongy walls of Christine's overstuffed pussy. He howled his bliss. His jowls jiggled. His brown eyes turned up.
"Ooooooo! Laddie!" Burning cum flooded her pussy, scorching her insides. "Laddie! I can feel your cum!" She pounded the bed with her tiny balled fists. The hot doggie jizz triggered explosions deep inside her pussy. She soared. Her eyes opened wide in ecstasy, and she watched the mirror as long as she could. Seeing the dog fucking into her was the final straw. "I'm coming, Laddie!"
Her body thrashed forward and backward, battling the mighty beast. Under his barrage of spurting doggie cum, her orgasm encompassed every inch of her shaking contorting frame. She lunged back, receiving a cuntful of cockmeat. She lost sight of the mirror.
Christine's head turned. She saw Laddie's head over her shoulder; he was jerking. She felt his paws clinging to her back and felt the weight of his driving body. Euphoria overtook her.
Laddie howled. His speed, his lunges became more demanding as his balls churned with the next load of jizz and erupted. He drove the naked child into the bed mashing her clit. Her body was too weak to resist. He pounded with brute animal force, squirted his heavy load, them pounded some more. He was tiring. The pulsing wet hole of Christine's pussy was draining him of all of his cum and strength.
Her soft lithe body, never before in the throes of orgasm like this, jerking into convulsions. Her hips rocked back and forth. Her cunt muscles, clinging and oozing pussy-cream, torture the beast's cock. She went higher into her orgasm. She couldn't come down. His doggie cock and the small friction on her clit both kept her in heaven, holding her prisoner in bliss.
"Laddie!" She was hysterical, and her voice showed the strain.
Her orgasm crushed her, turned her into the same mindless animal that was fucking her. She shoved back at him and was immediately driven forward. Her clit banged the bed; lightning streaks flashed behind her eyes. Thunder creaked inside her skull. Back and forth, her body battled, orgasms tearing through her, yet she wasn't allowed the blissful sensations of completion. She was forced to remain in joyful agony.
Christine collapsed, her strength gone, her mind a shambles.
Laddie bombarded her limp body until his balls were empty shells and his cock began to shrink inside the tight confines of her pulsing fuck hole. He yelped for the last time and pulled his prick out of her cunt. His limp prick quickly retreated into the sheath, except for the red tip. Laddie leaped up on the bed, curled himself into a ball of fur and licked himself clean.
Christine shivered. She was empty; his cock was no longer pounding in her cunt. She felt weak, and exhausted. She crumbled to the floor and dragged her fucked-out body over to the closet mirror. Panting, trying to get a grip on her emotions, she spread her legs wide, using her fingers to part the folds of her pussy. She stared in awe at herself, seeing flecks of cherry blood on her cunt mound along with an oozing stream of white doggie cum.
"Ohhhhh, God, I've been fucked at last."
She took a finger and jabbed. Her cherry was gone. She shoved the finger in deeper, exploring, thrilled with what had just happened to her. Tingling with happiness, she rubbed her pussy and crawled back to bed, her mind still reeling form her first wild fuck.
"Laddie, you really did fuck me good," she whispered. She rested her head on the curled up ball of golden fur. "How did you feel fucking your first cherry?"
The dog raised his head to her and licked her face, then dropped to the bed. His soft-brown eyes closed.
She giggled lewdly, proud of herself. She had been fucked and had turned Laddie into a sleeping ball of fur. She glanced at the phone, thinking of calling Tracy. "No, not yet," she giggled. "There's still lots to do."