Gayle's cunt burned. The shiver of her first hot thrill made her drool on the rug. Her head tossed, brown hair splashing over her shoulders and then down to form a curtain on each side of her face. The dog slammed her harder, his balls sending the steamy cream to the head of his prick where it boiled out deep inside her tight cunt.
Now it was trickling down both her thighs. She could smell it. She could hear it sucking at the edges of her mound when Prince stroked inward and pulled back again. She squirmed her young ass in tight circles, feeling all of it, every tight, itchy pleasure that was possible. The tickle was a throbbing madness now, and she ground her teeth together and clawed at the rug where her hands were braced far apart.
"Fucking me… fucking me good!" Gayle cried out.
The dog's hot breath on her neck added to her lust. She shivered and bucked now, her firm, round ass pressing upward against the Doberman's smooth belly. She reached back to touch her speared twat. Prince's slick cock slid past her fingertips as it went full force, his balls bumping her knuckles.
"He's in so deep… so damned deep!"
She writhed in the fiery passion of her climax and another frothy glob of cum seeped out. She felt it clinging between her fingers as she touched the injured place on her cunt. She felt the hot sap drying on the inside of her thigh. The big Doberman shuddered and let go of her neck. He took a few wobbly steps backward and collapsed in the middle of the hall carpet.
Gayle fell forward now that she was free of the dog's hot mouth. She lay there in a stupor as her climax continued for a few more seconds and then trailed off. She realized then that she was still stroking herself. She was using two fingers in the soft wound the dog had put in her cunt. She was rubbing her clit too, making it tingle and throb. But the peak of the pleasure had passed. She was just shaking now, shaking like a leaf in winter.
With the back of her hand she wiped the drool from her mouth and blinked her eyes to focus. What had happened? What had happened!
"Oh no! Ohhh God, no!"
Gayle staggered to her feet and a fresh flood of the dog's jism leaked down one leg. Now she could think again. Now that she was out of the dog's power, now that she had her neck free from his hot, powerful mouth. She had become a dog for just a little while, but she wasn't really a dog, she was just a young girl. Until a few moments before, she'd been a virgin.
Crying, Gayle limped to her bedroom and closed the door. She heard Prince whining outside as he scratched to get in. Gayle made it to her bathroom and grabbed a hand mirror from the make-up stand. She sat on the commode and held the mirror between her thighs. Her poor little cunt was a terrible mess. She could see the coagulated blood where her hymen had been ruined forever. She could also see the small opening where Prince had forced his cock in. She shivered and gave another pitiful sob.
"Fucked by my own dog!"
But she couldn't dwell on it. Not now. She had to keep her mind stable. She didn't want to freak out completely. She had to hold on, hold on to some thread of sanity. And nobody must ever find out! Gayle began to run herself a tub but suddenly she was crying again.
"I can't let this ruin my life. I've got to talk to someone about it." But even as she said the words, she knew she couldn't. Even a shrink wouldn't understand something like this. What did they call it? Bestiality. Something like that. But it hadn't been her fault. It had been a crazy accident.
"I've got to keep telling myself that," she breathed, stepping into the water. As it rose above her cunt, Gayle frowned with the pain. "Uhh, I'll never be the same. Prince ruined me! He just tore me all up!"
It was late the next morning when Cindy came into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Gayle hadn't slept well the night before and she'd been lying in bed, pretending that she hadn't gone anywhere the night before, that she hadn't even left her room. If she hadn't left her room how could she have been raped by her own pet Doberman? It took only the slightest movements of her hips for her to know that Prince had indeed had his way with her. Her cunt was sore!
"Have a good time last night?" Cindy asked. "You did go out with Eddy, didn't you?"
"Uh… yeah. I had a good time, I guess."
"I did too." Cindy gave Gayle a curious look. "Did you remember what I told you about how to handle boys." She giggled at the double entendre. "I mean, I guess I'm curious about you and Eddy. I remember when I was your age and it was difficult at times to keep priorities straight."
"Oh, that," Gayle shrugged. "We just kissed a little, that's all."
"That's all?" It was plain that Cindy didn't believe her for a moment.
"Oh, he tried to feel me up some. I let him. Some."
"Randy and I went a little further than that," Cindy said, as if bragging a little. "Of course I didn't let him go all the way or anything. We went over to that new show home out by Pine Valley. Randy knew the guy whose dad owns it. Randy and I found an empty bedroom and for a while it got pretty hot and heavy." Cindy walked to the window and ran her hands up her body, admiring herself.
Gayle remembered all too well just how thoroughly her older sister had been fucked. But she bit her tongue. She felt like crying when she thought of how that evening had ended for her. But she couldn't confess, not to her sister anyhow.
"You look worried about something," Cindy commented. "Are you sure you didn't let Eddy do something you're ashamed of?"
"Of course not."
"You are still a virgin, aren't you?"
Gayle stood up, her arms folded across her chest. She glared at her sister.
"What makes you think I'm not a virgin?"
"Oh, I don't know." Cindy fluffed her blonde hair and came closer. "Dare you to show me," she playfully teased her sister.
"Of course I'm not going to show you," Gayle mumbled, her cheeks flushing. She wondered if her sis could tell that she was covering up like crazy.
"Oh, I was just kidding. Just to see what you'd say." Cindy pushed her shoulders back and circled the bed like a vulture. "You know what I think? I think you let Eddy do it to you and now you're worried that he did it a little too good."
"Well, he didn't do it to me," Cindy snapped, "so you can relax."
For a while neither of them said a word. Cindy had reclined in a chair and was examining the end of one finger. When she looked at Gayle again, her eyes were softer.
"I didn't mean to tease you, Gayle," she said. "If there is something wrong, I would be glad to listen and give you any advice you might need."
"Nothing's wrong. I told you that already." Gayle was on the verge of tears. She couldn't break down now and let her sister think the worst.
"Well, okay," Cindy said, shrugging and getting up. "If you ever need me though, just come on down to my room. You're my little sis and I'm always glad to help you out."
"Thank God she's gone," Gayle sighed, leaning against her door. She was trembling from the tension. Her sister had been so close to the truth and yet so far away. She had sensed that Gayle had gone all the way with somebody, but she would never in a million years guess who had done the awful deed.
Gayle dressed and went downstairs to get something to eat. Her mother and dad had already had breakfast and gone out by the pool to relax. Gayle was still feeling nervous after she'd eaten so he poured herself another glass of grange juice and spiked it with plenty of brandy from the bottle he found in the liquor cabinet.
"Oh, dear," her mother said as she strolled out into the patio. "I want you to drive up to Ann Marie's in the Mercedes and take Prince with you. She just got a female Doberman and they want to breed her. You wouldn't mind doing me that favor, would you?"
"Uh, well… I had other plans."
"What plans? Surely you could do this first. You didn't tell me you had any plans for today."