Chapter 1

Hi! I’m Elaine Richmond, and our house stands in a select part of town where my father runs his consultancy practice. Mother runs a department at the university which I’m due to attend as a fresher in the fall.

I’ve had the same boyfriend since I was fourteen; Gerald Fairweather.

He’s a bit boring really. His parents have always known mine and plan for us to marry after we graduate. But that’s a long way off and I want to enjoy everything going before I get tied down with little ‘ole Gerald Fairweather.

Don’t get me wrong; he treats me in a respectable fashion; avoiding any sexual penetration other than a French kiss. Gerald is gentlemanly; but I do get sexually frustrated. After all I am nearly seventeen and I’m been told I’m pretty cute by more than a couple of college guys.

One of them is Steve Crudmore who is really common according to my best friend Jennifer Bates who is my oldest friend and shares everything with me.

This Steve guy now delights in showing me obscene stuff on his cell-screen while we’re at at college and although I try hard to avoid him, he lays in wait for me; even though I’m really rude to him; even wack him hard with my bag. But still manages to get his porno-pics in my face.

I know that any guy worth dating for will not regard a girl who looks at porn worth going with; not unless he’s only after getting inside your knickers to take your cherry. Then your name will go on the sluts-to-fuck list all over campus.

I’m usually disgusted; which delights him; but sometimes I get turned on by certain things which makes me feel like a slut. That’s what Steve Crudmore is aiming for; because he knows full well I don’t fancy him. I had some dreams about him lately and the things he’s made me do are so dreadful that I can’t even mention to Jennifer!

So this Steve Crudmore is a real creep; yet I know he would fuck me given half a chance; and then it would be out all over campus.

What I’d expect in a lover; besides passionate sex, is trust and discretion.

Anyway, one day Steve cornered me; wanting me to see another of his sick- vids but I refused to look at it. But he grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm up my back and it was really painful. He put the screen up to my face and made me agree to watch it!

Then he showed me this clip of a dog fucking a girl and I felt my pulse pounding and my throat dried. The girl actually looked a bit like me!

It really shocked me ... It’s cock was huge and the girl was moaning and climaxing on it!

My face coloured up; yet I watched it through with Steve leering at me the whole time.

As I escaped from him, I called out at him, “ You’re a fricking little pervert Stevy Crudmore; everyone knows it too!”

But even so, as I ran, I knew I’d creamed my knickers over that video-porn. And I felt a complete slut to be honest. So he had sort of got his way with me in a way.

Because the video had dug up something I’d thought I’d forgotten.

Something when I was aged twelve; when I’d stayed with my Auntie Doris in her beach-home.

Something so sordid: something she’d trained her doggy to do with her at bedtimes; something she called a ‘doggy-romp’.

She’d encouraged me to try it; saying it guaranteed a good night’s sleep. And it was true. I’d slept so soundly after losing my virginity to Aunties dog.

And now, since seeing Steve’s sick-vid, my childhood experience kept breaking into my thoughts; forcing me to realise that I too had responded with the same passion when being fucked by that dog: with my Aunt urging me not to slacken until he’d finished bitching me!

But her promise had held good: I had slept amazing well afterwards.

During college spring break I discovered a bus that went out to the big country park, so I announced I was taking up jogging at the park as a pastime; much to my parent’s approval.

It’s odd but stepping from that bus at the country-park and setting-off, I began feeling invisible amongst the sun dappled trees and the uplifting birdsong. My mind contemplated; I am an anonymous jogger; isolated from life’s normalities by the steady rhythm; a spiritual cleansing from the clutter of life.

It was after having jogged for a few miles that I approached a man sitting by the trail on a bench; his tall silky-grey dog alongside.

It seemed an alpha dog, in his prime that stood proudly watching me as I jogged towards him and it struck me then how handsome and sexy he looked.

Sexy, because as my gaze zoomed in I saw he was packing a deliciously prominent cock between his hindquarters; the sight of which triggered within me a strong sexual desire.

It was the kind of cock I’d fantasied over when frigging myself in bed; a big meaty lubricated cock. As I jogged closer my snatch was juicing-up at a wild notion.

Upon reaching the pair I paused to casually fondle the hound saying breathlessly to the man on the bench, “He’s such a proud looking dog!” He grinned saying, “Yea, when he scents a young female it gets him fisky; but he’s a Belgian Blauhound and loves to be fussed over, especially his tummy.”

So resting on the bench, I fondled the dog further, my fingers reaching deeper into his warm silky grey flanks; I looked into the dog’s eyes as my hands began trembling at being so close to that hot silky pouch. “That’s the idea, he likes that.” said the man softly.

Suddenly I felt the gaze between the dog and I become sensuous, sexually meaningful; an offer of sex. It triggers a female’s response to a potential mate and my cunt convulsed.