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 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-