Terri tossed and turned in bed, her mind filled with the image of Mr. March's cock jabbing her mother's cunt. She rolled over onto her stomach, burying her head in the pillow, trying to erase the erotic image from her young, innocent mind.
Unconsciously, her small delicate hands slipped under her unsettled body, moving as if under its own volition, to her young virgin cunt. She sighed out loud, the sounds muffled by the pillow. Her hands touched the soft downy patch of new, still sparse pussy hair.
"Ooooooo," she sighed, feeling her tender clit stiffen, exposed from its protective sheath. It was getting worse every day – waking up each morning, her young body trembling from the hot, erotic dreams of the night before. She had succumbed to her natural instincts only twice and they had been tremendous orgasms, followed for days by guilt and remorse.
Seeing her mother with a man's cock in her pussy, Terri felt betrayed, too young to realize the natural yearning and desires of a woman. But after what she saw yesterday, coupled with the awakening female urges in her own young body, Terri found she was no longer capable of fighting her desires. And she no longer wanted to. If her mother could do those things, there was no reason why she shouldn't touch herself and enjoy the fantastic pleasure it gave her.
Her hands slipped through her soft silky hair, into the virgin slit. The velvety folds of her young pussy were wet with her sweet juices. She whimpered slightly, her hands caressing her cunt gently and with loving tenderness. Unlike the last two times, during which she wanted only to be done with her action, Terri wanted this one to last. She wanted to savor it, feel it spread slowly until she couldn't stand the pressure. She kept an image of Mr. March's cock in her young, vulnerable mind, substituting her own virgin cunt for her mother's pussy. She closed her eyes, wondering how much it would hurt to have a prick pushed into her body. All of the curious sexual thoughts a young child had raced through her mind as she squirmed deliciously on her fingers, her little clit aching as it rubbed against the heel of her hand.
Her trim young body wiggled on the bed, her fingers sliding between the wet lips of her cunt. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she gasped, in short little breaths.
She couldn't stand the confines of her nightie. Her face flushed with passion and she sat up, kicking the covers onto the floor. She pulled her light cotton nightie over her head, letting it lay in a ball on the edge of the bed. Completely naked, Terri fell back on the bed, her legs spread, her soft trembling hands running frantically over her virgin flesh.
No longer hiding beneath the covers, Terri gave full rein to her hot, rampant emotion. She ran her hands over her rib cage, up to her soft budding titties. She squeezed them, moaning and whimpering in heated passion. They felt strange and wonderful to her touch. It seemed that each day her titties were growing a little more. Each morning she inspected them closely in the mirror, watching for more signs of growth. Feeling them was more exciting, much more pleasurable than just looking at them.
Passion replaced the last vestige of guilt that Terri might have had. She wanted to do everything sexy this morning, caught up in the passion-filled moment. She stroked her pussy, feeling the warm, sticky juices on her fingers. It excited her no end. No longer satisfied with just playing with herself like this, Terri stood up. On wobbly legs, she stood in front of the full-length closet mirror, admiring her nude body with lust, instead of with the fear and apprehension that had marked her previous examinations.
Daring herself, she stepped closer to the mirror, her legs trembling, her palms sweaty. She examined her firm young titties. The nipples were pink and untouched, the tips hard, yet lacking in maturity.
Her tits ached. The nipples hurt. She rubbed them, trying to soothe them, to take the pain away. She whimpered. It didn't help. It only added to her passion and made them feel as if they were going to burst. She stumbled to the dresser, her head spinning with desire.
She took the hand mirror from the top of her dainty vanity and held it with shaking hands between her long, slender legs. She almost fainted at the sight of her wet, glorious pussy. Her light silken hair barely covered it. It was the most fascinating thing she ever saw – she became totally absorbed in her own sweet, tender pussy. Except for the hair and size, it was an exact duplicate of her mother's cunt. She almost dropped the mirror as she thought about her mother's cunt and that huge prick stuffed inside it. She looked at her own pussy, wondering how a cock could fit inside.
Her finger gently stroked the soft puffy lips of her cunt. Her legs began shaking so much she had to stop herself. Catching her breath and balance, she touched her clit again, sending hot tingling flashes through her young body. She pushed her finger inside until it hit the thin skin that kept her a virgin. She wanted to break it, to put her fingers deep in her pussy, the way Mr. March's cock had been deep in her mother's cunt.
"Damn," she muttered under her breath, looking around for an object to pierce the unwanted skin. What only a few days ago she treasured as an honor, she now wanted torn away. She wanted to be more like her mother. Her fingers dipped inside the wet gash quickly, her mind spinning. The yearnings of a woman were beginning to build in her young body. Walking back to the bed, she resigned herself to keeping her cherry intact until a cock would break it. It would be more exciting, more grown up that way.
Lying on the bed, every nerve in her body was keyed to her orgasm. She spread her eager legs and closed her eyes, pretending a man was standing above her – his cock was long and hard, like Mr. March's. This erotic fantasy made her shake. Her hands sought out the wet swollen lips of her pussy and she held them steady, lifting her ass up and down on the bed the way she witnessed her mother doing it with Mr. March yesterday. Her clit banged against her hand and she gasped little light sighs of pleasure.
Out of the corner of her eye, Terri saw the door open slowly. Her eyes widened in shock and she pulled her hands away from her pussy, grabbing the covers and covering herself in one quick swoop. By the time the door was completely open, Terri was under the covers, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps. Bewildered, she sat up, the covers falling away and exposing her titties. No one was there.
"Damn you," she muttered, looking scornfully at King, her mother's German shepherd. "Why did you come in here?" She threw herself back on the bed, staring angrily at the blank ceiling, cursing herself for not closing the door securely.
King jumped up on the bed, sniffing around the sheet, his nose seeking out the sweet pungent aroma of Terri's wet young pussy. He whined, trying to get through the sheet to the sweet cunt underneath.
"Stop it!" Terri yelled.
The shepherd's cold nose persisted, nosing around her thighs, trying to get at her cunt. For only a split second, Terri moved her legs, giving King the opportunity to get his muzzle between her legs. His wet nose hit her clit through the sheet, making her spasm.
"Oooohhh, my God," she moaned, humping his mouth. The cold nose against her hot pussy, even through the sheet, was electrifying. She closed her eyes for a second, wallowing in the joy of his nuzzling nose. Her body squirmed against it.
"Get away," she moaned. His nose, even through the sheet, was driving her crazy. She stopped humping and rolled over, trying to get away from King. As she rolled, the sheet slid off her back, baring her ass cheeks and warm, tingling flesh to King's long, inquisitive tongue.
King, not caring where he licked as long as it was near the sweet aroma, licked Terri's ass cheeks, nudging her to move over so he could get between the delectable flesh of her ass to her juicy pussy.
Terri pushed at him with her hand, trying to pull the sheet over her ass. It was futile. The more he swiped his warm wet tongue across her bare flesh, the more she wanted to see what it would be like if he licked her cunt. "Uhhh," she moaned, the thought sending goose bumps up her spine.
She saw the open door and scurried out of bed, her small titties jiggling as she peeked out into the hall. She closed the door quietly, making sure it was shut tight. The whole time King was at her, licking her ass and legs, trying to get his tongue between her sticky thighs.
"Be patient," Terri giggled nervously, feeling bold and naughty. She jumped back in bed. This time she didn't bother to cover her young, slim body. She lay exposed, her legs spread wide for King's eager mouth and snake-like tongue.
"Come on, King," she called softly, wanting him back on the bed.
King didn't need a command. He was on the bed before Terri said his name, licking her feet and ankles.
Terri lay still, her heart beating wildly, frightened, but too hot to stop the chain of events. With her head propped behind a pillow, she watched the dog. Her eyes widened in awe and innocence. She trembled impatiently, wishing that the dog, now that he had a clear field to her pussy, would hurry up. She wanted him to start licking her cunt before she changed her mind.
With the immediacy of the situation gone, the German shepherd licked Terri's slim leg leisurely, soaking her smooth skin with his warm saliva. As if trained for the situation, he moved slowly up her legs, to her sticky thighs. The warm juice of her pussy made the dog's ass quiver as he inched around Terri's young, virgin twat. He whined as his tongue lashed out of his mouth into her warm, hot cunt.
"Oooooo," Terri whimpered as his tongue played across her cunt. "Ooooooo!"
It was even more fantastic than using her hand. She sighed aloud, her hands going down to her pussy, spreading the soft puffy lips to afford the greedy dog more room to lick. She moaned hotly, exposing her unsheathed clit to the dog's slurping mouth. She humped his mouth, trying to get off on the dog. She became like a wild little animal, whimpering, squirming and twisting on the bed. Her cunt arched up and, swaying all the while, tried to establish rhythmic contact with the dog's mouth.
"Ohhhh, King," she moaned, half out of her mind with lust. "I can't stand it." She rubbed her own clit, squeezing it hard between her fingers. She felt King's wet tongue slop over her rapidly moving fingers. The dog's tongue was driving her insane.
She looked at the dog, his head buried between her outspread legs. It was unbelievable. He was licking her pussy – driving her up the wall – and she was actually letting him. The sight of her mother being fucked yesterday by Mr. March must have been the last straw in bringing Terri into the world of sex. She loved it, and humped King's face with new urgency and fury.
She caught a glimpse of something between his legs. She saw it for only a second. It was red, glistening, and pointed. Her eyes lit up in shock. It was his cock. She kept looking, hoping to see it again. It looked so red and huge, and so unlike Mr. March's. She lay there trying to watch and at the same time keep control of her emotions while King slurped hungrily on her young, virgin pussy. She didn't want to miss his cock if it popped out again.
King's tongue was making it hard for the young teenager to concentrate. He slurped noisily, slapping her tender cunt wetly. He got down on all fours, wanting to get his long snout into Terri's pussy.
Disappointed at not seeing his cock again, Terri settled back, giving King his head as he slurped away on her pussy. Wanting to experience as much as possible this morning before letting the dog get her off, she rolled over onto her belly. Her hands went underneath and held her clit between her fingers as she lifted her ass up off the bed, exhibiting it for King. She hoped that he would lick out her tight little ass.
As if knowing what was expected of him, King flashed his tongue across her ass, soaking her sloppily with his warm, wet spit. His nose burrowed between her soft, lily-white ass cheeks and sniffed; the coldness of his nose made Terri shiver.
Caught up in the rapture of King's long, wet tongue, Terri wriggled back, reveling in the forbiddance of this perverted act. His tongue and burrowing nose were driving her crazy. She fell on her hands, unable to keep her ass up anymore. The idea of getting on her knees made her tremble as an image of how dogs fuck raced through her young, imaginative mind.
Afraid that King would fuck her that way, Terri quickly rolled over onto her back. King growled, deprived for the moment of her aromatic young pussy and its sweet juices. She squirmed on the bed, spreading her legs anxiously, eager to let the dog suck her off, and satisfy her carnal desires.
"Lick it, King," she rasped, humping his pointed snout. She squirmed her pussy devilishly, a bright glow in her light, sparkling eyes. Her hands slid up her slim body to her budding young titties. She squeezed them, pinching the nipples playfully as King lapped noisily at her heavenly cunt.
She felt depraved, letting the dog do what she knew was dirty. She rocked her thighs back and forth, enjoying the steady licking of King's broad slippery tongue. "Mmmmm," she responded hotly as King's tongue whipped across her exposed clit. She bucked, the delicious swipe making her tight pussy spasm.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she gasped, her voice cracking with passion as her body was swept along toward the beginning of her climax.
Her pussy drooled its virgin juice, soaking the dog's muzzle as he tried getting his nose into her cunt. Each fabulous lick made her cunt seep more, agitating the dog into a frenzy. He licked, growled and panted between her thighs. His thick tongue flashed across her tiny blood-filled clit, whipping her into a state of passion she never could have reached with her own fingers.
She sucked in her breath, hissing through her teeth as she climbed higher – closer – with each loud slap of his tongue.
King growled with excitement, his nose quivering as he attacked her pussy. His teeth, pointed and sharp, nibbled gingerly on her clit, sending her into a heated state of frenzy.
Dizzy with feverish lust, a strange sensation shot through her young, passion-crazed body.
She wanted the dog. She wanted the dog's cock like her mother had taken Mr. March's cock. "Oh, no," she cried, all of a sudden afraid of this perverted lust for her mother's dog.
She looked down at him. He was on all fours, his narrow face buried between her outstretched thighs. It was fascinating, and she humped him pretending it was his cock and not his tongue that was driving her crazy.
Terri humped wildly on his snuggling nose, trying to get herself off. Her body was coiled as her pussy suddenly exploded. Her ass hammered the bed, her head shook from side to side, and her long blonde hair swished across her flushed, excited face. Her hands, unable to remain still, rubbed, caressed and pinched her flesh, combining light, dry pain with the magnificent wet pleasure of King's flashing tongue.
The dog, whining and growling, lapped her body. The juice oozing from her pussy mixed with his warm saliva. Highly agitated, his ears pointed up, his face burrowed between her quivering thighs, he gobbled. His teeth nipped almost painfully on her hard clit.
Terri's eyes filled with awe. Her body was being swept up into a climax she never knew existed. She grabbed the pillow behind her, bringing it to her mouth. She screamed loudly, the sounds muffled by the pillow. Gurgling, her pussy bubbled over, climaxing in a violent wave. Her body shook. Her tits, firm with youth, jiggled. Still pointing up, the nipples swelled and ached as she came and was filled with glorious bliss.
"Ughhhh," she moaned, biting the pillow to keep from shouting at the top of her lungs. She heard the dog caught up in the frenzy – he whined and growled. She tried to hold steady for him, to keep her clit in position for his fast, slapping tongue, but it was useless. She had no control over her own convulsing body.
She shook tremendously. Her body whipped up, her hips gyrating and her ass jerking. She tried to capture his snout, no longer satisfied with his lapping wet tongue.
Jittery from all of Terri's action, King was unable to get at what he wanted. Terri was floundering around too much. He began to nip on her pussy, growling as she writhed against him.
"Owwwwww," she cried into the pillow, trying to get away from his nipping teeth, and trying to keep her clit on his snout. Her young body convulsed on the bed, seething in an inferno of sexual climax. The nipping of her pussy by the agitated dog only added to her exotic pleasure as a more violent orgasm raced through her winding, twisting body.
Terri humped violently, feeling King's nose work into the soft outer folds of her pussy lips. She felt the pressure of his snout against her virginity. So hot, her mind in a blur, she tried fucking the dog's snout, wanting him to rip through her virginity.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she whimpered into the pillow as she crashed over the peak and tumbled – a free fall into a fuzzy gray world between orgasm and normality. She stayed in this warm cozy limbo for a short period, her mind shaken from its safety by King.
King, not satisfied, continued to lick and nibble on Terri's vulnerable pussy. His body was tense and his muscles taut as he kept his snout buried in her pussy. His tongue lashed around, in and out, over her exploding clit. He straddled her thrashing leg, pinning it beneath him. He humped, his long red glistening prick coming out of its hairy sheath.
Terri watched, hypnotized by the dog as he fucked her leg. It felt hot and sticky against her leg, and although she had just climaxed, her body still tingled with the desire to feel something hard and strong inside her pussy.
She swallowed hard, and leered at King as he fucked her leg in short frantic lunges, whelping and whining, his tongue hanging from his mouth. His hot jism squirted from his cock into her leg as his hairy muscular body slammed ferociously into hers.
Without interruption, the German shepherd humped Terri's leg until his long, thin prick was empty. When he finished, he stood up, sniffed at Terri's pussy, and jumped out of bed, heading for the door. He sat down by the door, whining, wanting to be let out.
Terri giggled, and got up. Her legs were still weak from the tremendous orgasm, and she steadied herself before going to the door and opening it.
"Go on, boy," she said, grateful to the horny dog for all the pleasure he had given her with his tongue. She watched him romp down the hall, then closed the door and headed for the shower.