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“Oh my god, he's gorgeous!” I bent over to pat the Golden Retriever that had just leapt out of my parents’ car and right into my heart. His tail was wagging so hard and fast that anyone standing behind him would've been whipped.“His name's Peanut, he's about 2 years old, and his previous owner had to find a new home for him,” Dad informed me. Apparently she just got married and her husband's allergic to dogs.”“Well, hello, Peanut!” I ran my fingers through his soft, golden fur. “Aren't you just so precious?”“Oh, yes he is!” My brother agreed, then gave the dog a big, hearty hug.Peanut was so happy, he didn't know where to look. He grinned at Steve and me, then ran back to Dad, who agreed with the consensus: Peanut was precious. Mum got out of the car and joined Dad, patting Peanut and calling him a “lovely, lovely boy.”“Wendy, why don't you take Peanut inside and show him around his new home? Angie and Steve can help me get all his shit out of the car.” Mum led our new dog inside while I objected.“Daaa-aaad! I'm not cleaning up dog poop!” I objected.“No, I meant...his stuff. Food, dog bowls, that sort of thing. He was very well behaved on the way here. Apparently he's a really good house pet, highly toilet trained and not destructive or anything.” Dad was just as excited as the rest of us at Peanut's arrival, even though he seemed resistant when my brother and I first broached the subject of getting a pet.I helped get Peanut's toys and blankets and bowls in, Steve took his two dog beds into the laundry and the backyard. We left Dad with the heavy bags of dog food. I didn't see Mum or Peanut for at least half an hour. I guess he was being told the full history of the house, the wifi password and the garbage collection schedule.Over the next week, Peanut settled in fairly well. We were all in love with him, and he seemed to be happy living with us, even with our small backyard. But we made sure to make up for that by taking him on long walks. My brother and I tried not to be to jealous that he seemed to really like Mum and Dad most - maybe because he met them first - and had taken to sleeping in their room, at the foot of their bed.So as I was saying, the first week and a half, Peanut was an absolute joy. On Wednesdays, I finish school early (2:30pm, rather than 3:35pm other days) and that day I was so happy I'd get to go home and play with Peanut for a while by myself before anyone else came home. It sounds pretty childish, but I was already 16 and I'd never had a pet before, so I was making up for lost time.I jogged home and let myself in. I'd barely even closed the front door when I heard the rapid clacking of Peanut's claws on the hard floor, racing to greet me. “Oh, there he is!” I cheered, dropping my backpack on the floor behind me. “How you going, Peanut?”He was so happy to see me, he leapt up on me. I caught his paws in my hands and leaned over, and let him lick my cheek to say hello. “Aaaaw, good boy. I missed you too!” I rubbed his head vigorously, and let him back down. “Okay, wanna go out and play? I bet you're dying to fetch, aren't ya?”I started walking down the hallway towards the back of the house, but Peanut was still so excited - he was jumping and running circles around me, his tail wagging furiously. I made it most of the way down the hallway, until he decided to run between my legs. I lifted my leg up so I wouldn't step on him, but he ran into my other one instead, knocking me off balance. “Shit-fuck,” I exclaimed as I clamored for balance. I almost caught myself by leaning into the wall, but I slipped and kept on falling down.I hit the floor square on my back, knocking the wind out of me. I tried to sit up, but my body wasn't willing to cooperate until I'd caught my breath again. Peanut didn't seem to concerned - he just looked at me, grinning away, and kept running circles around me. I pulled my spread legs towards my body, making a triangle in the space beneath my knees. It wasn't a particularly ladylike pose to do in a skirt, but it wasn't like there was anyone around to perv on me, was there? Except Peanut, of course, but he doesn't count. ...Even though he does now seem quite interested in looking up my skirt.Okay, get over yourself, Angelina. Your dog's not looking at your underwear. No? Then why's he stopped running around, and he's sniffing between your legs? And okay, now he's put his snout under your skirt. This is a bit weird now. Time to tell him no. Just get up.But I couldn't; I was still winded. I tried pushing him away, but he ignored my silent protests and kept sniffing at the area under my school skirt. He was zeroing in on my crotch. A second or two later, he was there. He rubbed his cold, wet nose over my underwear, then started licking at my bits. I needed to put a stop to his now.“Peanut, stop it,” I croaked, my breath mostly returned. “That's not for dogs, okay?” I tried closing my legs, but he resisted, and kept his head buried underneath my skirt. He was a determined son of a bitch. Despite everything, that made me laugh.The dog kept sniffing and licking my undies, which were quickly getting wet and sticky. From him, not from me, you pervs. Although, I did soon have to admit to myself that it wasn't exactly...unpleasant. Wait, what? No, stop it, Angie. Stop it right now. Tell him “No, bad dog.”Yes. Right. “Peanut, no.” He ignored me. He licked more and more. “Bad dog. Stop!” I tried to push his head away from my crotch, but he resisted with a strength I didn't know he had. “Oh god, please, Peanut. It's starting to feel… good.” I felt my face glowing red with embarrassment. Did I seriously tell my dog his licking of my pussy felt “good”? “Oh, this is so fucked up,” I whispered. “You aren't gonna stop, are you, boy?”No response. Not unless you count the wet licking/slurping noises he was making with his mouth - thwop, thwop, thwop, thwop.My crotch was starting to tingle and get warm. Was this really happening? My first time getting head, and it was from a goddamn Golden Retriever? And worse than that: was I starting to get into it?My hips answered my rhetorical question by grinding against Peanut's long, furry snout. His tail was wagging just as hard as it did when I got home. He was clearly loving it, so ...did that mean there was nothing wrong with what was happening? Of course it didn't. It was wrong, gross, fucked up, immoral, illegal, and entirely unnatural. But that wasn't enough to stop me from doing what I did next.“Okay. Please don't tell anyone I did this, boy.” I reached between my legs and grabbed the side of my slimy, sticky, wet underwear and slid it over...revealing my wet, virgin pussy to my family's dog. He responded by sticking his nose into my pubes and his mouth slurped at my pussy, his wet tongue licking all up and down my opening. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, still ashamed but now too aroused to stop. Peanut continued to lap up my pussy, his wet “thwop” mouth noises filling the empty house. His tail wagged incessantly.“Oh, Peanut,” I encouraged. I started grinding my hips again, rubbing my exposed crotch against Peanut’s mouth, his cold nose brushing against my clit. “Oooh, good boy. Just like that.” I noticed my breathing change - getting faster, getting more shallow as I started panting with my mouth wide open. Peanut was relentless; it was almost like he knew what he was doing, and was deliberately trying to make me cum. It didn’t take much longer. I felt the familiar tingling warmth building inside me, like a saucepan of water just before it boils over. “Yes, yes, good boy,” I squealed softly. My legs twitched, my toes curled within my shoes, my chest and face burned red, my eyes grew wide, and my breathing intensified. Seconds later, I was experiencing my first orgasm from oral sex, and it was from my dog. I didn’t care anymore; it felt amazing. My body exploded with waves of pleasure emanating from my clit. I threw my head back as I twitched and spasmed, writhing helplessly with pleasure. To this day, that was the only time I squirted while cumming. I’d heard about girls doing it sometimes, but I never had before, and never had since. But that day, Peanut made me cum so hard I squirted, spraying my clear girlcum all over his face, and the floor. I knew it wasn’t piss; it was shooting out of me in time with my pussy contracting, filling the air with a faintly sweet, faintly fishy smell. As soon as I stopped cumming and squirting, Peanut immediately started drinking it up, tail still wagging with joy.Meanwhile, I just lay there, breathless, exhausted, and astounded. Had I - had we - really just done that? And why did it feel so good? I knew I should've felt guilty - I did at the start - but the feeling never arrived. As I contemplated calling him back to give me another orgasm, I watched Peanut lap up my cum from the hard floor, facing away from me. Unconsciously, I looked down at his penis. It had come out of its sheath, and looked red, slimy, veiny, and hard. Could it be that he was turned on, too? Either way, I decided I wasn't going to let his cunnilingus efforts go unrewarded.I fixed up my underwear and got to my feet while letting him clean up the last of the evidence of my orgasm. When he was done, I patted him vigorously - passionately, really - until he rolled into his back. His dick was still out. I knelt beside him. I was nervous, but determined. I gently grabbed Peanut's dick and started stroking it. Slowly, so as not to startle him. Plus, this was my first handjob, so I had no real clue what I was doing. “How's this, boy? Does that feel okay?”He didn't seem to mind. He lay back, letting me continue stroking his dick. He felt so hard and warm in my hand. I wondered how it felt compared to a guy's dick, then decided I didn't care. At this moment, it was all about this beautiful Golden Retriever.I gradually increased my pace, slowly building my rhythm. I tightened my grip a little. Peanut continued lying there, grinning, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, his tail wagging. I guess I was doing something right.I didn't think about what I did next. I just did it. I leaned down, towards Peanut's face. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He responded by licking my tongue and exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue. His soft, warm, skilled tongue. I moaned softly in response. My mouth was soon filled with dog saliva, and I swallowed it. Objectively, it tasted gross - like stale water and dog food - but I was still at that level of horny where I found it hot. I happily drank my dog's sticky, smelly, drool while I jacked him off.The wet thwopping sound of his tongue lapping at my mouth only served to turn me on more. That tongue had felt so good between my legs, licking my clit and labia. It still felt and tasted good inside my mouth. Even though he was just a beast acting purely on instinct, I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel. I decided my hand wasn't enough. He gave me head; it's only fair I returned the favour, right?Seconds before I was about to break our kiss and cross another interspecies line, Peanut's ears pricked up, and he broke our kiss when he turned to face the direction of the front door. Fuck! Steve shouldn't be back this early, should he? Whoever it was an forever much we were enjoying it, I couldn't risk them catching me giving a blowjob to a dog. “I'm sorry, boy.” I let go of Peanut's cock and stood up, tried to straighten up my school clothes as best I could, then quickly and quietly headed to my room to get changed. Peanut scampered to the front of the house. Not five seconds after I closed my bedroom door, I heard my brother's voice. “Hey there, Peanut! Aaaw, good boy!” Phew. Bullet dodged.Alone in my room, I mentally assessed everything that had happened. Okay, I tripped over the overexcited family dog, who then sniffed and licked at my crotch for long enough that it turned me on, and I let him bring me to orgasm. Not just any orgasm; he made me squirt. And then I started jacking him off. And basically made out with him. And was about to suck his dick, before we were interrupted.Okay, absolutely none of that was “normal”. All of what happened was supposed to be “wrong”. And even ignoring that bestiality is classed as animal abuse the world over, if anyone caught you, they'd think you were fucking deranged. So, Angie, why don't you feel the least bit guilty? Why don't you feel even a hint of shame for what you were doing to that dog?I don't know. But perhaps more importantly, I don't care. That was hot. It felt so fucking good. And “animal abuse”? That was not abuse. Peanut clearly knew what he was doing, and where to lick. There's no denying that. He wanted me first, so that's basically consent, if you ask me. So yeah, I got head from a dog, jacked him off a bit and was considering sucking his dick. And I'm fine with that. I'd do it again, I don't give a fuck.I started getting undressed. I unbuttoned my plain white shirt, unzipped the side of my green school skirt, unhooked and discarded my bra, and peeled my soaking panties off, letting them drop to the floor. I looked at my fully nude self in the full-length mirror of my wardrobe door - a skinny white virgin girl, barely 16 years old. Is this what a depraved animal-fucking whore looks like? No. This is only what I look like, and I was looking at the only person in the world with the right to judge me and my actions. And I gave myself the all clear.“Hey Ange, do you wanna come take Peanut on a run with me?” Steve called out. “He's so full of beans right now.”“Uh, yeah, just gimme a few seconds, I'm getting changed,” I called back. Like hell I was going to hide myself away; I had nothing to be ashamed of. I didn't want Peanut to think I was regretting what we'd done, either. I threw on a new bra and bikini briefs, some trackpants, and an old top. When I came out, Peanut seemed happy to see me. I was glad he wasn't feeling guilty or awkward about our time alone, either.The run was good, and the rest of the evening went by with no awkward feelings between Peanut and I. Really, the only thing I'd started to feel guilty about was that he didn't get off. I had an idea for some alone time that I hoped I could pull off. Uh, no pun intended.After dinner and homework, I approached Mum and Dad, who were settling in for a night of watching whatever formulaic network dramas were on TV that night. “Hey, Mum?” I asked hesitantly.“What's up, Angie-doll?”“I know this'll sound lame, but is it okay if Peanut stays in my room tonight?”“Ummm, okay? Can I ask why, sweetie?”“It's just that…” I took a deep breath and sighed. “I've been having a few nightmares again lately.” Yes, I have recurring nightmares. Big deal. I don't owe you an explanation; it's not important to the story. “And ever since you guys made me put my stuffed animals into storage, I've not had anyone - um, anything - there to hold to help comfort me when I wake up. See, I told you it was lame.”“Oh honey, you didn't tell us they'd come back,” Dad replied. “But if you think Peanut will help, that's fine with us, right, sweetheart?” he asked Mum.“So long as Peanut's okay with it, too,” she confirmed. “I mean, you'll let him out if he seems uncomfortable, or starts acting up, won't you, Angie?”Yes! I was ecstatic, but tried to hide it as best I could. “Oh yeah, for sure. I don't ever want to make him unhappy - he's just so beautiful!”“He's such a good boy,” Mum agreed. There was no denying we were all smitten with him. Some of us more than others...I like to think I was sensible that night. Mum and Dad put the water bowl from their room into mine, along with strict instructions to let him out if he wanted out. I brushed my teeth and did all that boring stuff, then guided Peanut to my room for the night. Whether he knew my plan or not, he seemed happy enough to spend the night with me, instead of my parents. The worst thing about our home's layout is that the three bedrooms are all next to each other, so I knew we had to wait until everyone else was asleep before we could really do anything. So I set an alarm for just after 1:30. Even though it was a school night and I always need more sleep than I get, I felt Peanut and my relationship was more important than a full night's sleep. I'm sure he would've agreed.Peanut curled up at the foot of my bed and fell asleep fairly quickly. I don't think I was too far behind, despite how excited I was for the night I had planned. The alarm woke me out of a fairly deep sleep, and it took a few moments before I realised why it was going off at such a stupid time. Peanut, however, seemed to know what was up. He was wide awake and sitting eagerly at the foot of my bed. I got up and stuffed some clothes under the bottom of my bedroom door, then turned on the light. I wanted us to see what we were doing. But fuck, the light! I stood there like an idiot while waiting for my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. Peanut patiently waited by my feet.“Ready, boy?” I asked him quietly. I stripped out of my cutesy cartoon character pyjamas, then removed my briefs, which were already starting to get wet with anticipation.I knelt on the floor in - pardon the expression - doggy style, presenting myself to my dog. “Here you go, Peanut. Lick me just like this afternoon.” Fuck, I couldn't wait to feel that beautiful long tongue down there again, slurping up my pussy.Peanut couldn't wait either. Once I was in position, he was right behind me, sniffing at my crotch, then licking me within an instant. His tongue parted my lips and dove in, lapping at my eager, willing pussy. Unlike this afternoon, though, he didn't just focus on my vag. His tongue darted all over my nether regions - indiscriminately hitting my clit, my lips, my taint, and my asshole. It was different, but not at all unpleasant.“Oh fuck,” I whispered. “Good boy. Good boy, Peanut!” I began panting again, surrendering my body to the pleasure provided to me by this wonderful canine. I turned and looked at me - at us - in the mirror. I loved it. Side-profile, I saw his snout buried into my crotch as I was bent over on all fours, my head resting on my forearms. I started grinding my hips up and down on his face, begging for more. “Good boy,” I repeated.I kind of zoned out after a while, just watching us in the mirror and enjoying the sensations the dog was giving me. It was too late before I realised Peanut had stopped licking me - he was just about to jump up on my back.“Oh no. No, Peanut. Down, boy,” I whispered. But not loud or commanding enough. “I'm not ready for that, boy.” He ignored me, jumped up on my back and shuffled his body forward, scratching my back as he climbed. Within seconds, after a few poorly aimed thrusts, I was no longer a virgin. There was no blood - I broke my hymen experimenting years ago when I first started masturbating - but it still hurt in a weird, pleasurable way. I gasped, winced and clenched my whole body after Peanut's hard cock penetrated me.“Oh my god,” I whispered. His front paws dug into my sides above my hips. Now that he was inside me, Peanut wasn't going to pull out until he was done. He started thrusting wildly, driving his thick, hard doggy cock into my womb, panting loudly above me. I wasn't planning on fucking him that night (just getting eaten out, then jacking and blowing him), but once he started, I realised how stupid that idea was. Of course I wanted to fuck Peanut “eventually.” But “eventually” isn't a concept to a beast. Animals aren't interested in “taking it slow.” They live on raw instinct, and that night, Peanut's instinct told him I was DTF.After that realisation about 10 seconds in, things got a lot better. I relaxed my body and allowed myself to focus on the feeling of his warm, wet cock as he thrust it in and out of my pussy. His warmth filled me. The scratches on my back and sides stung sweetly. His front paws held me tight, hugging my body close to his. I looked back over at the mirror, and saw Peanut wagging his tail fast, grinning while he fucked me, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, drool dripping down onto my back and into my hair.“That's it, boy. Give it to me. I'm all yours, Peanut,” I moaned. I started thrusting in time with him, driving my hips backward towards that big, hard cock. “Oooh, good boy. Very good dog,” I told him. “Fuck me, Peanut. It feels so good.”After a few minutes, I realised I could feel warmth, like, internally. Deep within my pussy. And it was still happening. Fun fact: Did you know dogs don't build up to cum? They just kind of constantly cum while they fuck, their cum oozing from the tip of their dick. I certainly didn't know that before that night. But before long, it started to spill out of me, dripping out of my pussy and tickling as it ran down my legs, making a puddle on the floor. “Oh god. Fill me up, Peanut. Very good dog,” I panted. Looking in the mirror, I was a complete mess. Dog cum oozing out of my pussy, face red and sweaty, hair matted with my sweat and his saliva. That dog fucking wrecked me. I didn't even care about getting off anymore; I only existed for his pleasure that night. “I'm all yours, boy. I’m your bitch, Peanut,” I moaned and reached behind and grabbed one of his front paws, holding it like a lover's hand. Because that's what we were: lovers.Peanut seemed to be enjoying himself on top of me. He was now thrusting into me as hard as he could, absolutely pounding me. The wet smacking sounds our bodies made sounded so loud in the dead of the night, but I was about a hundred miles from caring about being overheard anymore. I could've stayed there, doggy style fucked by the wild animal, all night and all day. But no human can last all night, and apparently dogs are the same...with one noticeable difference.I started to notice Peanut's cock swelling and swelling as he fucked me. It grew to the point where it plugged my pussy, then kept growing. I wondered if it'd ever stop. I later learned it's called a knot, and it's no wonder why. It tied us together very tightly. Of course, I was completely ignorant of all this at the time. Peanut stopped thrusting and held his giant, thick dick deep inside me.Fuck fuck fuck. Oh god, what do I do? What have we done? Is he going to get stuck inside me forever? Is it going to split me in half? It doesn't feel bad, but...oh. Oh wow.I felt my pussy stretch beyond what I thought it could, and felt his cock twitching constantly. It was like a low-powered, giant spherical dildo vibrating against every square inch of my vaginal walls and stimulating my clit at the same time, and it was feeling good...very good. Like, if he keeps it up, he's gonna make me…That twitching...Oh yep, definitely gonna.My pussy tightened around his bulbous cock, squeezing it for all he was worth, milking every last drop of dog cum from him. I moaned and groaned helplessly as my whole body shuddered, consumed by orgasmic pleasure.“Fuuu-uuuuuu-uuuuuu-uuuuk!” I squealed. My head was on the floor, and a puddle of drool soon formed under my slackjaw mouth. Peanut relaxed his body, resting his head and torso on my back. He was as exhausted as I was. We stayed that way - him lying on top of me, still inside me - for a while, waiting for his knot to subside enough that he could withdraw from me. I kept whispering what a good dog he was, and told him I loved him. He licked his drool off my back and was otherwise pretty quiet.When his erection faded and I felt him slipping, it felt almost as good as when his knot had stretched me out. Only this time, it was more from relaxing than pleasure. When Peanut’s cock slipped out of my aching vagina, an ocean of cum fell out of me. The wet splat and subsequent drops of cum hitting the carpet should’ve made me feel guilty, ashamed, gross, or at the very least, terrified of leaving evidence. But instead, I was relishing the feeling of my until-recently-virgin vagina returning to its regular size again. Peanut dismounted me and headed off into the corner and promptly started licking himself. I guess he liked how I tasted. I would’ve joined him, but my legs were stiff from being in that position for so long. So I just lay there in my state of postcoital exhaustion and elation until he was done.Once he’d finished cleaning himself, he came back to me. I sat up and hugged him, and let him lick my face. “That was so good, boy,” I informed him once again. “Very good dog.” We both ignored the cum that was still leaking out of my body like a faulty tap. There was so much still left inside my body that my stomach looked bloated. I stood up and made my way back to bed. I flicked the sheets off and patted the mattress. “Hop in, Peanut,” I instructed. He obeyed, and I climbed in after him. I held him from behind as we both drifted off to sleep, like lovers do.The alarm went off and the morning hit me like a smack in the face. I did not want to get up, I only wanted more time with Peanut. I contemplated telling Mum and Dad that I was sick, but they never believe me, even when I’m not faking it. So after about five minutes of telling Peanut I really didn’t want to go to school, I sulked my way out of bed and got dressed. While doing so, I surveyed the room. “We made quite a mess last night!” I exclaimed, pointing at the drying puddles of cum on the carpet and in my bed. “But I don’t regret a second, Peanut.” I opened the door and he trotted away happily, eager to see the rest of the family.Bleary-eyed, exhausted, and walking like I just fucked a dog for the first time, I made my way to the shower and spent probably too long in there. When I got out of the bathroom, Mum was standing in the hallway, waiting for me.“Oh. Um, sorry I was in the shower so long. I didn’t sleep the best last night.”“No, that’s okay. So how was it, sleeping with Peanut, Angie?”I blinked, dumbfounded. Were we really that loud? Nobody could’ve seen us, right? How could she know? Then I remembered my whole excuse to get him in bed with me. “Oh, yeah, he was a great help.”“Really? Because we heard you screaming, sweetie. Sometime around 2, I think it was. You sounded like you were in quite a state.”“That...I forgot about that. But Peanut was really good, he comforted me.” Now I assumed I was in the clear, I decided to start having fun with her. “I’d really like it if I could sleep with him all the time.”“Oh no, your father and I aren’t going to give him up that easily.” She looked at her watch as Steve passed by on his way to the bathroom. “But right now, you need to get ready for school, Angie.” She paused and really studied my face. “Although, you’re really looking worn out. Are you sure you feel up to school today? Maybe you could take the day off.”“...What? Seriously?” To Mum, skipping school was one of the worst things you can do. “I mean, I'd love to, but you never let me have time off school. Are you sure?”“Sure, we’ll make a day of it. Just you, me, and Peanut.” She lowered her voice. “If you really want to ‘sleep with him all the time,’ there’s a lot you need to know, you little bitch.” She smiled deviously, then spoke up again. “Now, how about you go back to bed, and I’ll come get you when the boys have left?”