Dog Boy’s Got The Blues

(prologue)

Tracy was a nice girl from a nice family who grew up in a nice Midwestern town, the kind of town that exists mostly in corny novels and TV miniseries.  She was a good student and showed a talent for drawing.   She wanted to go to university to be an illustrator or maybe a designer.

When she was a teenager Tracy, like most girls her age started feeling sexy.  Like many teenage girls Tracy wasn’t ready to start fooling around with boys.  Real boys introduced way too many complications.  That left just two options: fooling around with girls (Tracy was self-aware enough to know that she was at least potentially interested, but didn’t know how to go about getting started) and masturbation.  Fortunately she also discovered pornography at about the same time and she soon became a master and frequent practitioner of the art of self-pleasure.

It was early one lazy Saturday morning late in the summer.  The humidity lay over the corn fields like a thick wool blanket.  It was going to be a scorcher.  Tracy was lying naked atop her bed sheets, one hand flipping through the glossy pages of the dirty magazine she had nervously purchased from a Pakistani immigrant a couple of years older than herself at a downtown convenience store the previous night.  Her other hand was busy between her legs, where her pussy was already thick, swollen and extremely wet, and her clit was standing up, poking out in a deliciously obnoxious way.

She was deeply engrossed in a photo spread depicting two large-breasted, heavily made-up girls fooling around together in a hot tub.  The blonde girl’s tongue was outstretched and was almost but not quite touching her brunette friend’s asshole.  As Tracy perused the steamy photographs, Rex nosed her bedroom door open and came trotting happily into the room. Tracy was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn’t even notice his presence until he jumped up on the bed.

Tracy stifled a scream and sent the magazine flying when the big friendly black lab joined her atop the sheets.  Rex knew he wasn’t allowed up on furniture and it was mortifying to be caught in this condition – shamelessly naked, legs spread wide open and two fingers busy on her wet cunt.  She’d never felt shy in front Rex before. And yet… Tracy couldn’t quite bring herself to shoo Rex down off the bed and she couldn’t quite bring herself to stop rubbing that swollen, slippery button between her legs.  Rex started licking her toes, which tickled and made her giggle.  He really was just a big oversized puppy.

She could have stopped him when he started licking her ankles and her calves, but she didn’t.  Her skin was all sweaty from the excitement and exertion and the humid morning heat and Rex’s tongue sent pleasurable shivers up and down her spine.  In the back of her head she knew where this was headed, but she didn’t stop it.  She rolled over onto her back and continued circling her clit with one slick finger as Rex licked his way up her legs and on to the soft pale skin of her inner thigh. When Rex’s long, slurping tongue found her pussy, it was almost too much.  She had to bury her face in the feather pillow to keep from screaming.  Elsewhere in the house, Tracy’s parents and her kid brother were presumably still asleep.

This was so wrong, so perverted, disgusting and sick.  And yet… The things that Rex’s eager, lapping tongue was doing to her cunt were amazing, better than anything Tracy had ever experienced. Better even than the buzzing handle of her electric toothbrush.  She put her hands behind her head and relaxed into it, letting go as Rex and his long slobbering tongue slurped away at her juicy, super-stimulated cunt.  Before she knew it, she was having an orgasm, a long, drawn-out orgasm, one of the strongest, best orgasms she had ever experienced.

“Good boy, good dog” she scratched Rex’s head between the ears when the tremors had finally ceased and the aftershocks had settled down.  Rex was panting happily and Tracy could see that his penis was erect, pink and unsheathed.

‘This is so wrong,’ Tracy thought, ‘I shouldn’t even be thinking about doing this…’  But Rex had just done such a nice job for her and it was really quite harmless if you thought about it. Certainly it wasn’t any worse than what they had already done and it seemed only fair to get him off too.  Besides, it’d be good practice…

Tracy and Rex’s relationship changed after that.  They’d always been best buddies, but now they were constant companions.  They went for long walks together and sometimes they’d play fetch and sometimes they’d find a secluded spot down by the river to lick, suck and fool around. Afterward, they’d lie together cuddled up in the tall green grass and watch the clouds float by high overhead.  Most nights, after the rest of the family had gone to sleep, Rex would climb into Tracy’s bed.  Some nights they’d just sleep, but more often they’d play a while first.

All this might have been fine, a summer love affair to be treasured and kept secret and not often thought of but never forgotten.  But Tracy was an adventurous girl, and once she got started she discovered that she wanted more, and one thing led to another.

When Tracy missed her period, she knew.  She bought a home-pregnancy test with shaking hands at the drugstore downtown, but she already knew.  She also knew how her pregnancy would be received in the small, conservative town.  Giving up the baby was not, as far as she was concerned, an option.  So the next day instead of going to school, she went down to the bank and withdrew the entire contents of her college fund.  She packed up her things, piled them into her car and then she and Rex headed out of town in her beat-up old white Maxima, bound for the Big City. Nine months later, while Rex waited nervously outside, a rather bemused resident at a crowded public hospital delivered me, a healthy (if somewhat unusual) baby boy.

Tracy waited tables for a while and eventually opened up a tiny shop in the West Village where she sold her pornographic pen and ink drawings.  Tracy’s erotic art became very popular among the city’s rich and kinky crowd, of which there were a surprising number, and she did quite well by it.

Rex got a job with the police department, and retired with full benefits after 9/11.

But enough with the family history.

***

I was a normal, happy, exuberant child.  When I was fully dressed, the only thing that distinguished me from the other kids was a long furry tail that stuck out the seat of my pants and wagged uncontrollably whenever I was happy or excited.

At school, I was a regular kid.  I was a bit of an outsider, as any kid who is smart and different will be.  I may have been overly fond of chasing balls and my tongue did have a tendency to loll out, but I also got good grades and liked books.  I got along ok, though I didn’t have any close friends until much later.

About the time we hit high school, boys started noticing girls and vice-versa.  I was no exception, but I was also painfully shy and very conscious of being different. So when the other kids were going to school dances or necking on the promenade, I was usually at home, jerking off.

Kat moved to our school from California and she looked every bit the part of a Cali girl.  She was tall, slender and athletic, with long shapely legs, big pert boobs and wavy blonde hair.  She fit right in with the popular girls.  If our school had had a cheerleading squad, she would have been captain.  She wasn’t a dumb blonde either, not one inch of it.  She was, in other words, so far out of my league that I almost didn’t bother masturbating to her.

And then the unthinkable happened:  Kat asked me out.  She came up to me right after pre-calc, didn’t hem or haw, she just asked me straight up.

“Do you want to go out on a date with me?  How about Friday night?  We could watch a movie and then hang out and do stuff…”

‘…and do stuff…’  I really did jerk off to her after that, and every night that week.  Part of me was terrified that it was just a cruel joke, that when I showed up for our date a bunch of sneering, laughing popular girls would jump out from behind a bush, snapping pictures with their cell phone cameras and posting shots of the freak online.

But it was just Kat and she didn’t seem nervous at all.  I couldn’t pay any attention to the movie; I was too distracted by her presence next to me.  I can’t remember what the movie was about.  It may have been a romantic comedy.  Heck, I can’t even remember what the title of the film was.  I was too distracted by Kat’s body next to me. Too conscious of my own erection in my pants, agonizing whether or not I was supposed to try and hold hands with her. Kat answered that question for me after the movie let out.  She took my hand in hers and suggested that we go for a little walk in the park.

“I like your tail” she said to me as we walked hand-in-hand past Victorian-era statues and park benches on our way toward the northern, more deserted end of the park.

“I like yours too” I said, and then flushed red.  Was that too bold? Too crude? Too overtly sexual?

Kat didn’t seem to think so.  “Thank you” was all she said, and she squeezed my hand with hers.  I felt as though I were glowing.  My dick was so hard and swollen it almost hurt.

We left the path and picked our way through the darkening woods until we came to a grassy little clearing overlooking the duck pond.  Kat clearly knew her way around this place at night; I was all turned around. We settled down in the crook of a big old oak tree and started kissing.  Her lips felt incredible against mine.  It was all I could do to not shove my tongue all the way down her throat.  My dick felt like it was about to blow out my zipper.  My tail was curled up in a tight, excited spiral.

“Don’t be shy,” Kat told me, placing my hand on her breast.  I could feel her nipple all the way through the layers of fabric.  “Here, I’ll make it easy for you.”  She pulled her shirt off over her head and wriggled free of her black sports bra, setting her breasts free under the soft moonlight.

She was beautiful, she was topless and she wanted me.  I fondled her breasts as we kissed.  They were soft, heavy, smooth, and firm.  She liked having her nipples pinched and played with.  The harder I pinched, the more she seemed to like it. While I played with Kat’s breasts, she was busy playing with my dick through the frustratingly thick denim of my jeans.

Finally she broke off our kiss.  “What do you have going on down there?” she asked, and then she was expertly unbuttoning my pants and tugging down my zipper.

“Good God,” Kat said in a completely different tone of voice, “What is that thing?  What are you?”

She got dressed without another word and stalked off into the darkness, leaving me to find my own way home through the park at night.  By the time I got home, I was too tired and disgusted to even masturbate.

*

It may have been my imagination, but I don’t think it was.  After my disastrous date with Kat, the girls at school started looking at me differently.  Some of them stared openly; others whispered to each other and giggled.  I even got strange looks from some of the guys.  I didn’t like it.  It made me squirm with self-consciousness.  I started to become depressed and my tail sagged like a day-old french-fry.

Lynda and I had been in the same class since early elementary school.  We were always the two smartest kids in our class, but we’d never seen eye-to-eye.  Lynda was a prissy-missy, an over-achieving good girl with a wickedly sharp tongue.  I on the other hand, had always been a slacker, a weirdo and a bit of a slob.  Lynda would go to a better college than me. One day a week or so after the Kat incident Lynda cornered me up against my open locker.  She may have stood at least two heads shorter than me, her fierce brown eyes level with my solar plexus; but the girl had presence.

“What are you doing on Saturday?” she asked me bluntly. “My parents are going out of town.  You should come over and hang out.”

“Are you joking?” Just two minutes before, a gaggle of popular girls had swooped down on me, pointing and giggling and snapping pictures of my crotch with their cell phones.  I was in no mood to be trifled with.

“Look,” she said tapping one foot impatiently, “Do you want to come over or not?”  Her brown eyes flashed dangerously behind her glasses.

“I’ll be there.” I said as the warning bell rang for class.

*

I rang Lynda’s doorbell at ten o’clock sharp, just as instructed.  She answered the door, wearing pink teddy-bear print pajamas.

“Oh hi,” she said, “Why don’t you come on in?”

We sat down together on the big white leather couch in her living room.  There was an awkward silence.  I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one who felt uncomfortable and ill at ease.

“My parents went up to Boston for the day, some church thing.” Lynda made a face.  “They don’t mind leaving me alone here because I’m a Good Girl.

“Do you want something to drink?” she stood abruptly up.  “Ice tea? Juice?  I could get you some vodka…”

“I’d like a glass of water.” I said.

She ducked out of the room into the kitchen.  As she left, I noticed that Lynda had a really cute little butt.  I’d noticed her ass before, but I’d never really appreciated just how nice it was. Lynda came back with two tall glasses of ice water.  She sat back down next to me on the couch and took a long drink of water.  She adjusted the way her glasses were sitting on her nose.

“Are you nervous?” she asked.

“No.” I lied.

“I am.” She drained her water glass.

“Me too.” I admitted.

“I’ve never really done this before.” Lynda told me.

“Me either,” I replied possibly a little too hastily.

She turned on me.  “What?  Hooked up with a girl just for sex?  Or are you saying you’re a virgin?”

My tail thumped sheepishly on the white leather couch.

“Oh My God, you are a virgin, aren’t you?!  This is going to be fun!!”

My tail thumped a little harder.

“That is too funny!”  I didn’t think it was funny at all.  “And I always thought you were a total dog boy… no offense.”

“None taken,” I said, trying to preserve a shred of my dignity.

“Listen,” Lynda said, setting down her empty glass and looking seriously over at me, “I don’t know how you’re going to feel about this but I need to warn you, I’m on the rag.”

“That doesn’t bother me.” I said.

“Cool.” Lynda relaxed visibly.  “Awesome.  Do you wanna go upstairs?”

We went up the stairs and into Lynda’s bedroom, where we sat together on the edge of her bed.  I took her small hand in mine and squeezed.  She squeezed back.  Electricity seemed to crackle between us. The bed sheets were purple and the walls were lavender and the whole room was done up in a unicorn/rainbow motif.

“My mother decorated it,” Lynda said and frowned.  “I’d like to kiss for a while first, if you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind.  I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.  She responded eagerly, kissing me back voraciously and pressing her small body against mine. Our lips locked together and our fingers intertwined.  Lynda shifted her position so that she was sitting on my lap, her sassy little ass rubbing up against the erection that was threatening to burst free of my pants.  Lynda was a biter and she seemed to be doing her very best to ram her tongue down my throat.  I didn’t mind one bit.  It struck me as kind of funny in a way; I’d only kissed a couple of girls before and I’d always very self-consciously restrained my own tongue.

My hand found her breast.  She wasn’t wearing a bra under her pajama top, and her nipple was hard and pointy.  Meeting zero resistance, I slipped my hand up inside and cupped her naked tit. Her breasts were tiny, not anywhere close to a handful, but they felt absolutely heavenly.  She pressed herself harder against me, and I played with her boobs as we kissed and made out on the side of her bed. We fell backward together onto the sheets.  I ended up flat on my back with Lynda sprawled across my chest.  She broke off our kiss and grinned.

“You’re an amazing kisser!  Who knew…”  She got up, straddling my lap, and peeled off her pajama top.  Her boobs may have been tiny, but they were perfect; absolutely gorgeous little half-globes with compact dark nipples.  She rubbed her bottom playfully across the throbbing log in my pants.  There was a big smile across her face.  “You like…?”

I did like.  I squirmed out of my t-shirt, baring my own chest.  All six of my nipples were pokey and erect.

“I like!” Lynda exclaimed, kissing her way down my chest.  She paused to suck each one, catching each sensitive nipple between her front teeth and pulling gently, making me squirm.

“Now this,” she purred, “I have got to see!”  Her face was right at the level of my crotch, and she was fumbling with the buttons of my fly.

It took a little fumbling, but she finally got all the buttons undone and my dick came bouncing out like an excited puppy released from its pen for playtime.

“Oh my goodness!” she licked her lips, “Wow!  That’s… Very interesting!  Very nice!  Mmm…” She flicked the tip of my swollen dick with her tongue.  I had thought I couldn’t possibly get any harder, but at her touch; my cock trembled and seemed to grow another half inch.  “I am going to make you feel really good. First though,” Lynda’s expression changed, and she suddenly looked small and vulnerable.  She asked me in a small voice, “Would you mind making me feel really good?”

I didn’t mind at all.

I watched ravenously as Lynda stripped off her pajama bottoms.  She was wearing blue cotton panties, which she scooted off and kicked in the general direction of her laundry basket. Hers was the first pussy I had ever seen live and in person.  It was beautiful.  She had a sweet little triangle of very neatly trimmed curly black pubic hair.  Below that, soft lips pouted open invitingly.  A white cotton string dangled out of her pussy like a pull-toy.

She plucked the tampon out and discretely tossed it in the trash. She then shifted position so she was sitting on the bed with her back to the wall and spread her legs.  Her pussy was wide open and I relished the view.  She was really wet and I caught a glimpse of her clit, all pink and shiny.  There was a little trail of blood leaking out and a whole lot of girl come.  Her pussy was at least as excited as my cock was.

She looked incredibly sexy like that.  I told her so and she blushed.  Then I slid my big hands underneath her sassy little butt and lifted her up so that her shoulders lay on the bed and her feet were kicking high in the air and her pussy was right in front of my mouth.  I pulled her to me and started licking, eating her out like I was trying to clean out a pint container of ice cream with my tongue. All my life I’ve been self-conscious about my tongue, even more so than my tail.  My tongue is just too long for my mouth and tends to flop out to one side or the other when I’m not paying attention.  At last I had found a really good use for that oversized tongue of mine.

I thought Lynda tasted delicious.  There wasn’t a ton of blood, but what there was mixed in with her sex juices and tasted amazing.  I delighted in her wiggles and gasps as I tongued her and I loved the feeling of her little ass cupped in my hands.  I explored every single inch of her pussy, inside and out, probing every fold and crevice with my tongue as I pressed inside her hot tangy cunt as far as my tongue would extend.  Every time I licked her clitoris, her whole body shook uncontrollably and she cried aloud. I’m not sure how many times she came.  It seemed to be a more or less constant thing, once I had gotten her going, like a huge summer thunderstorm rolling up a mountain valley.

“Ok!!” she finally pulled away from me, “Ok!  I can’t take any more!  Dear God…” My face was slick with her juices.  “That was amazing!  I am so going to fuck you cross-eyed!!”

She fetched a condom out from the drawer in her bedside table.  I saw a big pink dildo in there as well as a couple other items I couldn’t immediately identify.

She tore the wrapper open and tried to roll the condom down my cock.  It didn’t really work right.  My penis was the wrong size and shape.  We went through three different condoms; we managed to get the last one on, but then it tore.  We were both starting to get really frustrated.

“Listen,” Lynda said, “I hope you don’t think this is gross or anything, but you wouldn’t have to wear one if you put your dick in my ass.  Technically, I’m still a virgin at that, but I’ve wanted to try it for a long time now.”

She dug a bottle of lube out of that bedside table of hers and tossed it my way.  Then she lay down flat on her stomach with a couple pillows under her hips and her butt presented to me like a gorgeous soft ripe peach.

I poured nearly half the bottle of lube all over my cock and down Lynda’s butt crack.  She shivered and whispered encouragement, spreading her cheeks wide apart and revealing her tiny pink little crinkled butt hole.  I loved the shape of her ass; I loved the crease where her thighs met her butt cheeks, I loved the spiraling patterns of downy black hair on the small of her back, I loved the dimple just below the base of her spine.  I rubbed my cock between those delicious cheeks.  It was slippery and hot there.  Lynda grunted and raised her hips up to meet me.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit.” I said.  It just didn’t seem possible that I could cram myself into such a small opening and not injure her.

“Try me,” she said, wiggling her ass invitingly, “Go on!”

I positioned the tip of my dick at her tiny little anus and pressed gently forward.  Amazingly, she opened right up for me, swallowing my cock whole.

Lynda blew a long breath out through her teeth.  “Oh yeah… that feels amazing.”

It did feel amazing.  Her ass was so tight it was almost painful.  Her body was clinging to my dick, milking me and she was incredibly hot inside.

I began fucking her, slowly and very gently.  She humped right back against me and slowly, very slowly, the whole length of my cock disappeared up her ass.

“Oh shit yeah, that feels fucking amazing!  It’s so good!  You’re totally filling me up!  Oh shit this is wild!  Christ you feel huge…”

I could feel myself swelling inside her, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

“Lynda,” I yelped, “I’m going to come!  I’m going to come inside you!”

“Oh shit yeah…” Lynda was playing her clit like a banjo and grinding her rump against me.  Her glasses had fallen off and were lying on the bed sheets.  “Oh shit yeah, do it, come in my ass!”

I howled and let go, humping her so hard I nearly shoved her off the side of the bed.  My balls contracted and I pumped what felt like gallons and gallons of semen into Lynda’s butt.

With a satisfied sigh, I collapsed on top of her sweaty, gasping, petite body.

“Wow,” she said, “That was amazing.  I think that was the most intense orgasm I ever had… you can pull out now, but just be gentle, ok?”

“I can’t.” I said.  It was true.  Before I come, the end of my dick swells up like a body builder who starts taking steroids.  The more excited I am, the bigger it gets.  It takes forever for it to shrink down to normal size too.  At the moment, the head of my dick was the size of a small watermelon.

“Are you serious?  Ooh, freaky… In that case I’m going to go for an instant replay… roll over!”

I rolled over onto my back and Lynda sat astride me, my cock lodged firmly up her butt.  She leaned back and started circling her clit.

“Put a finger up inside me” she commanded, and I happily complied.  She was really hot inside and amazingly wet and slippery and I could feel my own swollen dick through her pussy walls.

I grabbed her breast with my free hand and started kissing her fiercely as I finger-fucked her cunt.  She was rubbing herself furiously, and it didn’t take long for her to bring herself to another beautiful, bone-rattling, full-body orgasm.

We lay there panting for a few minutes, joined tightly together.  Her thighs and my balls were coated in pinkish come and fresh red blood.  I thought it looked really sexy.

“We made a pretty big mess,” I told her.  It was true.  There were dark splotches on the sheets where we’d been frolicking, and we were both smeared all over with blood and come.

“Don’t worry,” she said lazily, “It’ll all wash out.”

We ended up waddling to the bathroom together and clambering into a freezing cold shower to detach me from her freshly fucked ass, an operation that Lynda found absolutely hilarious.

After we had finally extracted my reduced cock from her tender asshole, we toweled off and went naked downstairs to the kitchen. Lynda poured us each a tall cool orange juice and added a splash of vodka to each glass.  Neither one of us could help the big fat goofy grins splashed across our faces.

A little while later, I found myself sitting on one of the kitchen stools with Lynda between my legs, kneeling on the linoleum.  My erection was back with a vengeance and Lynda was very lightly stroking it with her thumb and forefinger. She stroked me so lightly that it was almost as if she wasn’t quite touching me at all.  Every now and then, she flicked out her tongue and playfully licked my balls or the engorged head of my penis.

“I love how your cock does that.” The head of my dick was once again swollen like an over-filled water balloon, trembling on the edge of bursting.  Lynda stroked my tail with her free hand.  Normally I don’t like people touching my tail, but this time I didn’t mind.  “I think it’s really sexy,” she went on, “I wonder how big you’d get if you had a butt plug in.  You’d like that, I bet.”

Her hand left my tail and found its way between my ass cheeks.  The tip of one finger grazed my anus and I jumped a little, my dick bobbing and waving.

“If I was on the pill, you could fuck me anytime and we wouldn’t have to use condoms, as long as we weren’t fooling around with other people.  How does that sound?”

It sounded pretty great to me.  Her fingers lightly traced their way up and down the length of my dick, tickling my asshole, driving me insane, tormenting me and keeping me balanced on the razor’s edge of a massive explosion.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” she continued, looking up at me from between my hairy thighs, “It just wouldn’t work.  I’m too prickly and you’re kind of a dork.  But we could be just friends.  Friends who fool around…”

Up, down, up, down; she never stopped travelling the length of my quivering erection, her fingertips just barely grazing the soft skin of my penis.

“Gawd,” Lynda said, “Once a month I get absolutely insatiable!”

She suddenly plunged her finger into my ass and squeezed my cock tight in her fist and I came, squirting come all over myself. I had big white puddles of it all over my tummy and chest, some sticky droplets making it up to my neck and onto my chin.

Lynda proceeded to lick her way up my body, devouring my come like a kitting licking up spilt milk.  She lapped it all up.  Every single drop.

END

2 Comments »

  1. ElsieFanny said

    Thank you Sweetie,

    What a wild story. At first I though you were going to have a nice, kinky “girl loses virginity to family dog” story (which would have been fun).

    Then, the “enough with the family history” transition was a wonderfully abrupt switch into human/dog hybrid social anxiety about getting a willing human partner.

    I really loved the period sex part, and the “Once a month I get absolutely insatiable!” line. “Kat” of course had to be a failure, but is Lynda part dog (in heat)? I suppose you want us to wonder.

    Best and xoxo,

    Your fan who also lusts over your (unfortunately only imagined) fanny.

    P.S. Unrelated to the sex, I also liked: “humidity lay over the corn fields like a thick wool blanket.” This feels about right on yet another 90+ degree day.

    • elsiewrites said

      Well thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed this one! I’ve avoided doing the girl/dog thing because (a) the concept does nothing for me personally and (b) it seems to be WAY overdone already and generally done badly. But I thought this would be an interesting take, so what the heck?

      Actually, I thought of Lynda as being rather feline. Cat-ish, as it were…

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