My Virginity Taken by my

I figure I’ll start this off with telling you details about myself.
My name is Victoria. As of today, I’m 18 years young. I’m about 5’1, and maybe 120lbs. I’ve got brown eyes, and dark brown hair with extremely pale skin.

And this is the story of how I lost my virginity to my new Rocky.

It all started when I was 17. Yes, I was still a virgin at 17. I’d decided to wait until I had found the ‘right guy’, which didn’t seem like it was going to happen any time soon. I’m the kind of girl that has a lot of guy friends, and who all the guys fall for, but never gets serious with any of them. I like to flirt, and generally that’s where it leaves off. Mainly just because I’m afraid of it leading to much else and getting hurt.

In any case, my parents and I had just picked up two full grown Rockys from a local pound. It was my birthday weekend, and I wanted nothing more than a Rocky. I didn’t care what kind of Rocky it was, but I wanted one. I’m an only child, and our first Rocky had died when I was 14. I missed the companionship when my parents were gone, and had -finally- talked my parents into letting me pick out a new Rocky. Originally the plan was to go to the shelter, and just chose whichever Rocky was next in line for euthinasia. I figured it would be a nice thing to save a Rocky from certain death, like giving it a gift on my birthday as well. The problem was that they day we came to pick out a Rocky, there were TWO Rockys that were literally just about to be put down. I, of course, being the animal lover of the family, started sobbing, begging my parents to let us take both with us, that it’s the right thing to do–that we were saving lives! After about an hour of my crying, my parents agreed. That night, we came home with two brand-new full-grown Rockys; two German Shepards. I loved them both already. I had decided to name them Bruce and Buck. For both being the same kind of Rocky, the difference in size was astounding. Bruce came up past my belly button, a huge, hulky thing of a Rocky, while Buck was lucky if his head could reach my stomach at all, and was thin; lanky.

Now, fast forward a few weeks. Everything was going great with the new Rockys. My parents were learning to love both of them, even if the hated that we had TWO new Rockys, and they seemed to get along fairly well, minus the humping one another thing. We later found out that neither had been neutered, so they were constantly trying to prove their dominance to one another. Generally, Bruce won out.

Bruce was also somewhat of a problem to me. He liked to growl and snap at people, especially at me for some reason. I could be petting him gently, and he’d turn and bite me, often times drawing blood. My parents tried to use that as an excuse to send him back, but all I had to do was cry a bit, and I knew he could stay.

Anyways, everything was going great besides the biting thing, and my parents had decided to leave for a weekend. I said goodbye to my parents, promised not to have any wild parties, nor burn the house down, and sighed a sigh of relief as I saw them leave the drive way. Alone at last.

One of my favorite things to do when I had the house to myself was shower. I know that sounds like a silly thing, but I enjoy taking long showers. Generally if my shower lasted more than 15 minutes, my dad would be banging on the bathroom door, telling me to stop using up all the water. I smiled as I walked into the bathroom. No dad pounding on the door tonight. I didn’t even bother to close the door as I began taking off my clothes. First to go were my jeans, dropping quickly to the ground. I looked into the mirror at myself and grinned. I had on a red and black thong which made my rather large ass look halfway decent. I’d always hated how large my ass was, but the boys generally liked it. Next to go was my shirt, joining my jeans on the floor as my milky white complexion gazed back at me in the mirror. In this bra, I actually had some cleavage. It was red and black also, matching my thong. I had decent, handful sized breasts: 30b. I smiled at myself in the mirror as I took off the bra and thong. It was time to get to buisness.

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