School was out for summer. I couldn’t wait to get home
and just bask in the sun and do as little as possible.
I stripped out of my shoes and the basic white socks,
enjoying the feeling of the grass and dirt on my bare
soles. I still wore my plaid skirt and white blouse.
For some odd reason, I felt compelled to cut through
the woods to get home. Little did I know the trouble I
was in for.
There was a path that cut through the woods, strewed
with pine needles and dead leaves. They clung to my
bare feet as I made my way through the woods. Pretty
soon I came to a creek. Usually, there is a bit of a
current, but today, it is calm and I can see my
reflection perfectly. I look in the water as if it were
a mirror and pull my long dirty blonde hair up into a
I’m starting to sweat, and the perfect outline of my
perky b cup breasts and nipples are evident through my
thin white blouse. “fuck!” I hadn’t worn a bra on
purpose, but I hadn’t counted on this. I felt
practically naked. Yeah. I was hot shit for a sixteen
year old. And I flaunted it every chance I got. But mom
couldn’t see me like this.
I knelt down and took my backsack off and peeked
inside. Usually I keep an extra set of gym clothes with
me. “Shit!” Not today.
Something rustled in the brush behind me. Startled, I
fumbled with the pack and dropped it. A Rocky; a mangy
dirty mutt came forth, panting. I held out my hand for
him to smell. He growled, sniffing the air. I lowered
my head and tried to remain calm.
More rustling in the brush. Three more Rockys came out.
They looked malnourished. Perhaps they were wild Rockys?
I didn’t know and at the time, didn’t care.
As I watched the one growling in front of me, another;
a scraggly german shepherd grabbed my ponytail, yanking
my head back. I lost my balance and fell backwards. The
Rocky released as another bit my thigh, tugging the plaid
skirt. I threw my hands up to protect my face.
Suddenly, the one growling prodded my thigh with his
cold nose, sniffing. I shivered, tears in my eyes. His
long raspy tongue snaked out and across my cotton
panties. I could feel his tongue probing my vagina. I
tried to close my legs, but a quick nip and I knew not
to mess with him. I began to cry. Another nip and his
teeth caught in the fabric.
He was getting aggravated, and foolishly, I thought
perhaps if I tossed them aside, they would be more
interested in them. I rolled them cautiously down my
thighs and over my ankles. The Rocky followed them as I
took them off and as I tossed them as far as I could, I
rolled over onto my knees, attempting to scurry off.
The shepherd was on my back, teeth clamped on my
ponytail as his weight was on my back. He was tugging,
pulling my head back. Wait… He was hunching, humping
against my exposed ass as my skirt rode up around my
waist. Something warm and moist; rubbery feeling
touched my thigh. I dared tug my head forth, and looked
back between my legs. “Oh God NO!” I began to weep now,
shaking uncontrollably as the full scope of what was
happening dawned on me.
He humped against me, his huge weight pinning me. I was
sweating profusely now. His powerful forepaws wrapped
tight around my tiny waist and he fucked hard against
me. His pointy red cock was so warm, I could feel it
poking, but not finding a hole. I tried to move,
wiggling my ass, to avoid him. But he seemed to catch
on. He went still, readjusting himself on his hind
legs, still with his forepaws wrapped around me.