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, brunette hair up into a ponytail.
I'm starting to sweat, and the perfect outline of my perky C 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 16-year-old. And I flaunted it every chance I got. But mom couldn't see me like this.
I knelt down and took my backpack 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 dog; 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 dogs came out. They looked malnourished. Perhaps they were wild dogs? 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 dog 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. 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 dog 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. Big Mistake!
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.
He moved forward, causing me to tilt on my hands, ass raised a little more, bare feet in the air behind me. And suddenly, he slipped inside me, and simultaneously began fucking me, pistoning in and out. It felt like a fiery hot poker. I didn't care who came now, and I screamed.
It grew larger inside me, I could feel it swelling stretching my tight cunt. I began to cry, sobbing hysterically, my own body began to respond. This seemed to upset me worse. I zoned out. I remember feeling pine needles on my legs, and I rested my head on my arms.
I remember seeing the other dogs, and could not help but look between their legs; their cocks emerging from their sheathes. Red, pointy cocks, twitching as if in anticipation. I tried to think of something else. Anything. But I could feel it building in me. My hips arched, involuntarily rolling, bucking back to meet his jackhammer thrusts. My toes curled in the air, my cunt muscles clasping, tightening around him. Squeezing. I bit my lip and closed my eyes.