Chapter 1

My name is Melissa Barnes and the story I’m about to tell you may sound strange, even impossible. I wouldn’t believe it either if it hadn’t happened to me...

I was sixteen years old that Christmas and there were only two more days before school would let out for Christmas Break. I was at home finishing up some homework that the teacher wanted us to get done before we went on Break when the phone rang.

“Missy, it’s for you!” Mom called up to my room.

I came down and answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Missy, this is Mr. Adams from down the street. Mrs. Adams and I are leaving for a couple weeks down in Arizona with family for the holidays and we were wondering if you could pop in every so often and check on the house while we are gone. I know this is kinda short notice, but the girl we had in mind to do this backed out at the last minute when her family wanted to visit relatives too,” he said.

“Sure, I’d be happy to keep an eye on your house. We aren’t going anywhere over the Christmas holiday so it’s no problem,” I said.

“Oh wonderful! I will give you a key to the house and if you could just stop by every day just to make sure Buster has food and water, that would be great. He has a doggie door and knows where he’s supposed to go to the bathroom so there shouldn’t be any worries there,” Mr. Adams said.

“Okay, that’s fine Mr. Adams. I can come over right now actually,” I said.

“That’s fine, we’ll see you in a bit then.”

I went over and Mr. Adams gave me a house key, showed me where Buster’s food is kept, and gave me contact numbers for him in case I had any questions. He had a list of names and numbers of repairmen he used if anything went wrong and with that, I was now in charge of their house!

Mr. and Mrs. Adams left on their trip the next evening, wanting to get ahead of the rush of travelers and I went over to have a look around.

Buster was the Adams’ German Shepherd dog and I had met him a couple years ago when they brought him home. He was a friendly dog, always there with a wagging tail to greet whoever came to visit. And it was that way this time as well.

“Hi Buster! It looks like I will be taking care of you for the next couple weeks. Let’s go see how your food and water are doing!” I said. Buster wagged his tail and followed right behind me as I made sure both dishes were full and he was set. Then I went around to make sure all the doors were locked, just in case Mr. Adams missed any of them, but everything was secure.

I decided to stay awhile and keep Buster company ... he wasn’t really used to being on his own. Mr. Adams was retired, so he and Mrs. Adams stayed at home mostly unless they had errands or shopping to do.

After an hour or so of sitting on the couch and visiting with Buster, I left to go back home.

The next day I woke up and noticed that I had started my period. It wasn’t bad – I didn’t have much more than a couple small spots. I have very easy periods and so I just put on one of my pads and everything was fine. I went about my day as normal going off to school and then back home afterward. I decided after dinner to go check on Buster and see how he was doing.

I unlocked the front door and called his name. “Buster! Come here, boy!” I called out. Buster came running around the corner wagging his tail so hard it almost knocked him over! He jumped up on me so happy to see a person that he pushed me backward and I slipped on the throw rug on the living room floor.

I landed pretty hard right on my ass and spilled some of his food on my jeans. Buster ate canned dog food after having some teeth pulled a while back and getting used to it. Now he didn’t eat anything but canned dog food!

The dog food made a mess of my jeans and so I thought I would take them off and wash them while I visited with Buster. I had just got my jeans in the washing machine and sat down with Buster when he began sniffing the air. There was something that had his attention. German Shepherds are born tracking dogs and Buster was on a scent ... his nose led him straight to my crotch – Buster was smelling my period!

“Buster no!” I said, pushing his nose away from my panty-clad pussy. But he would not be denied.

“C’mon Buster! Stop it, that’s not very nice!” I repeated. But Buster was determined.

I tried to stand up to get away from Mr. Nosey and that’s when the trouble began.

Buster jumped up on me again and with the weight of a full-grown German Shepherd on a young girl that weighed about the same but, coupled with socks on a slippery wood floor ... well down I went again on my ass.

But this time Buster was ready for me and his nose went straight for my pussy. He began licking me and at first, I was shocked and appalled – who wouldn’t be? But Buster wouldn’t let me get away. I backed up away from him but he just followed me and kept licking. I backed up until I reached the sofa and couldn’t go any further.

I tried standing again and Buster growled menacingly. I didn’t want to get attacked, so I just laid still – it was what he wanted.

As he was licking me, I began to ... well, it felt pretty good to be completely honest. I let him lick me, hoping that once he figured out what was going on, he’d be satisfied. But I was wrong.

Buster moved around and pawed at me, wanting me to roll over. I did so, thinking that now he couldn’t lick me anymore with me being face down. But I forgot that that’s how dogs mate. He got between my legs again and nudged me with his nose until I raised my ass in the air. Then he carefully took hold of my panties with his teeth and tore them off me, leaving me naked from the waist down and my panties in shreds!

His tongue went back to work and now I was really enjoying how it felt. His tongue was incredible! The roughness of it, the wet warmth, the way it kept licking and licking ... I was getting VERY aroused! I’d had a couple boys try going down on me with varying results, but no one could hold a candle to Buster’s excited licking. Those boys licked at it like it would bite their tongues, but Buster was really giving it his all!

“Oh God, Buster! Yes, right there! Oh, good doggy! Yes! Ohhh, fuck! Oh, you are the best buddy! Oh yes!” I moaned rolling my hips and spreading my legs wider for him.

And Buster seemed to be enjoying himself almost as much as I was. When I looked down between my legs at him, I could see the bright red tip of his cock poking out of the fur sheath.

Honestly, I had mixed feelings about this. Yes, he was a dog and he was about to rape me ... he was about to fuck me, and there was nothing I could do about it. But on the other hand, some strange thoughts entered my head ... and I wasn’t sure that I minded so much! In fact, the twisted part of my young mind was actually thinking this might be fun!

Whether I minded or not was immaterial – I was half his size and he had teeth and claws! He had me on the ground and in position and I couldn’t get up if I tried. I just had to hope that he wouldn’t hurt me and that this would have a good outcome!

Then Buster, tired of just tasting me, moved higher up on my back. He was so heavy ... he pushed me down so my head and chest were crushed to the ground. My young 32B tits were mashed flat on the hardwood floor and my head down position now had my ass high in the air. Just the way Buster wanted me.

He started humping at me rapidly, like he was late for an appointment but had to fuck me first. I felt something hot, moist, and rubbery against my naked ass and I knew it had to be that red-hot poker I’d seen.

He continued to hump at me, wrapping his powerful forepaws around my waist. His nails dug into my tender flesh as he fucked hard against me. I could feel his pointy red cock poking around, not finding the hole he wanted.

To keep him from scratching me up too badly or getting frustrated and biting me, I moved my hips around in an attempt to help him find what he was looking for. But our movements weren’t in sync and so I reached down between my legs to find his furry sheath. I guided him to the hole (typical guy!) and finally felt him slip his hot poker between my wet lips.

Buster’s previous licking me had brought a flood of my pussy juice to my tunnel and Buster slid into me with ease. He immediately went to fucking me, pistoning in and out of me like a runaway sewing machine.