I Woke by alluriana This story intended for adults only. It contains many taboos, so if that sort of thing bothers you Please move on without reading further. I woke, disorientated. Looked around the room that I had known as my own since birth, but everything seemed different now, changed. It was as if I were viewing my room through the eyes of a stranger, everything alien to me. The soft pink bedspread seemed an affront to my eyes, the matching drapes the flapped in the wind were mocking me. Ever since Joey. He asked me for a date. Joey! That was so funny, I could not help but laugh when the words tumbled from his baby mouth. We were the same age, but he was so young, so naïve. The look of hurt in his eyes made me regret my response. Then he grew angry and I didn't feel bad any longer. His eyes seemed to almost glow. I stepped back, frightened. He reached out and grabbed my arm. "You will regret your decision, I wanted to be nice to you. Now we will see who laughs." He growled at me. I wanted to look away, I needed to, but I could not tear my eyes from his eyes. I felt cold, empty, yet I stared back into the deep dark pools where his eyes should have been. It was like looking deep into a bottomless black pit. He walked away and left me there, cold and alone. I looked around and no one seemed to have noticed that I was different somehow. No one seemed to have even caught the whole episode. I glanced at the clock and noted that just four minutes had past since Joey approached me. I felt tendrils of deep cold fear grip me again. I hugged my arms around and gasped slightly when my nipples danced to life by the mere touch of my forearm. The intensity of the pleasure gripped me, swirled around inside me and settled into a dull ache at my very core. I went back to my seat, and stared down in shame. I felt my panties dampen, my need grew. I could not sit still, and began to wiggle in my seat. What was wrong with me. I had to get some release from this incredible pressure building inside me. I bolted to the bathroom and brought pleasure to myself with my fingers. The release came, but with it, a deeper need, a more intense longing. Confused and very afraid, I went back to class. The teacher was already in the middle of his lesson and glared at me, mouthing the words, "see you after class". Watching his mouth move, made me shiver. The rest of the class was a haze, my mind was lost in a deep fantasy of what I wanted to do to Mr. Hammond, the teacher. Class finally ended, and all the students filed out. I sat in my seat, and stared down at my desk. I could not look up and let him see the lust in my eyes. "Come here, Sammi." Mr. Hammond spoke very forcefully. "what is wrong with you, today? You have always been my best behaved and brightest student?" I walked slowly to his desk, my head still lowered. I stood there before him and remained silent. I prayed he would just tell me to go home for the day until I felt better, but I was too scared to look at him. "Sammi, look at me honey" As though I had no control over my own body I looked directly at him and heard him gasp. The was no mistaken the wanton lust in my eyes. I raced around the desk and flung myself in his lap. My hands roamed his body, my ass wiggled obscenely over his lap. I felt his cock grow under me, it filled me with pride that I had this power. I kissed him and shoved my tongue into his mouth. My one hand was undoing his zipper and tugging it down. I had his cock in my hand, and stroked it. I felt him tense, and try to stop me, but I was in control, now. Both hands worked his cock until I felt it throb and suddenly explode, covering my shorts with his cum. He groaned as if in agony as I climbed off him and ran out the door. I kept running until I was out of the school and halfway home. I paused to take a deep breath. Humiliation flooded my mind. I started to cry, but kept walking towards my home. I got home and almost inside the front door before I heard a familiar voice. "Sammi, it that you, sweetheart? What are you doing home from school so early? Do you feel alright?" It was my mothers best friend, Sara. I heard her footsteps bring her closer to me. I felt the now familiar tingle of lust building. I mumbled about a headache, but she kept coming. My hand was on the door handle, but my body would not obey my minds command to open it and run inside. "Sammi, Look at me Honey, maybe I can help you." I looked at her. It seemed whatever direct command was giving to me I had to obey. She did not notice the look of lust, her concern for my well being clouded her. "Let me get you upstairs to rest. You do look peaked." She took my hand and walked me into the house and straight upstairs to my child bedroom. Her hands pushed my shoulders until I was sitting on the bed. I was still looking up at her face, imploring her to help me but unable to form the words. Instead, to my horror, I reached up and caressed her breast. My hand cupped it and felt its weight settle into my hand. She grabbed my arm and tried to pull it from her, but my other hand soon had her other breast in it. Kneading the fleshy orbs, I moaned. I heard her moan, then whisper for me to stop. But my hands worked up inside her shirt, inside her bra. Flesh against flesh. I felt her back arch and her breasts pressed against the palms of my hands, the nipples stabbing into my hands. One of my hands snaked down and massaged her cleft between her thighs, from outside her shorts. I felt her hips move against my hand. She humped my hand, the same hand that help my teacher's cock a short time before. She panted and humped, dampness coated my hand. She tensed and climaxed silently. I looked up and watched the rapture ripple across her face, shift to humiliation. She looked down in horror and ran from the house. I stared down at my hands, confused. What was wrong with me? How did I know and understand how to bring adults to climax so quickly? Why were they letting me? And, most of all, why could I not feel some sort of release. I ached for it. I undressed and lay on top of my covers, touching myself, but feeling no pleasure. My fingers buried deep inside my pussy. It brought me no pleasure, only more anguish. I grabbed my favorite stuffed animal and dry humped it, but it only made me feel more empty. My body screamed for release, but none would come. I sobbed and continued to ravish my sore abused pussy. The front door opened and shut, but I was oblivious to the sounds in the house. I looked up and saw my father standing in the doorway frowning, a scowl on his face. "Young Lady! Cover yourself this instant!" I obeyed, but my fingers continued to hump in and out of my hole. Tears flowed down my cheeks, they stung with deep shame, but I could not stop. I saw my father still in the doorway, I tried to look away but I could not, I finger fucked myself under the sheet, with him staring at me. "Please, daddy." I whispered. I begged in my mind for him to leave me in my shame, but he mistook my plea for help. He walked closer, when I noticed he was hard, his cock staining at his zipper. He took it out quickly and kicked my door shut. Before I could react he was on top of me, between my legs, removing my hand from my slick cunt. Again, I whispered "please daddy." Trying to make him stop, but I had no control over my body, over my own voice. I felt his cock slide right into me. He grunted several times and began moaning. "Jesus, sweetheart you are so tight!" My father fucked me while I sobbed. His hot cum flooded my young pussy. He rolled off me and pulled his pants back up. "This will be our secret, baby." He strode from the room., leaving me feeling more need than ever. I stayed in my room, through dinner, unable to face anyone. Afraid of what might happen if I dared come in contact with another person. I tried to masturbate every way I knew, but all met with failure. I could not climax. I knew this was somehow all Joey's fault, but how? I head my dog Max scratching at my door to get in. I knew I would be safe with him, so I crawled to the door with my fingers still buried inside me. I opened the door and let Max in. Too exhausted to crawl back, I lay on the floor and tried to get off. I stiffened when I felt Max's nuzzle sniffing at me. It sent such a thrill through me that I removed my hand and steered his face to my slick hole. I softly whimpered "please help me Max" He began licking at me, shooting ripples of pleasure through me. "Yesss Max, keep it up..good doggie." Finally the release I had prayed for. My tortured pussy was finally feeling some release. Max kept licking and the orgasm continued. I humped his face, and ground my cunt into his furry mouth. Finally finished I lay and tried to relax. Max kept licking. I tried to push his face from my cunt, but he growled. Max had never growled at me. It made me tense and I tried to back away from his mouth but he growled louder. I felt his teeth graze over my clit. I was trapped until Max was finished. I prayed it would be soon. Those prayers were not answered. Max continued to lick my ravished sore pussy for hours. I felt the pleasure building again, but this time there was no release from the licks of my pet. I was afraid to think what would let me get off this time. Max crawled up my body, his paws on my tits, the rough claws digging into my nipples when I felt he slick cock tapping at my hole. My dog was going to fuck me, and I had no power to stop him. He was above me with his teeth bared, I knew I must lift my hips for him to succeed and I dared not resist. His strange cock entered me and I felt it swell, locking itself deep inside. The dog fucked me hard and fast, the strange cock spearing me places I never knew existed. He grunted one last time and I felt the hot searing cum flood me. I collapsed. I guess I passed out because I woke and Max was on my bed asleep, I lay on the floor covered in his sticky cum. This was two days ago. I will not leave my room and each person that comes to check on me I send away before I can look at them. Max will not leave, and takes his pleasure when he wants from me, I no longer care. I know soon Joey will come from and I will gladly go with him. Copyright 2000 alluriana [ Back to Stories ]