A Fuck Up Girl

I think I was about fourteen when I discovered that some very fucked up things get me off.

I remember the day really clearly, it was a Saturday. My parents had gone to a wedding in the Scotland and left me alone dog sitting for the entire weekend.

Like most teenager I always seemed to be horny. So I spent a lot of my free time in my room with the door locked, and my hands between my legs. I'd learned how to make myself cum when I was maybe twelve, but I'd never done anything with a boy. I thought about it all the time, but the boys at school didn't seem interested. I was still pretty flat chested and looked younger than most of the other girls.

With the house to myself I decided to try watching one of my Dad's dirty DVD's on the big TV in the living room. I'd found where he stashed then years ago but I'd never actually watched one. They were in an old shoe box hidden under the insulation in the attic. I'd only found them because I'd stood on the box when helping Mum get the Christmas lights.

They were those white DVDs that you burn yourself on the computer. There were no covers or labels on the discs, just handwritten numbers in black marker. I knew they were porn though because why else would they be hidden in the attic?

I took the box downstairs and put it on the coffee table. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I slid the first disc into the player. It wasn't what I was expecting. There were no adult women or fancy sets. Instead, it was a naked girl and I mean a girl not a woman. She was mastubating for the camera, and she looked barely teen. I couldn't believe my Dad had this. The video was only about ten minutes long and nothing else happened in it other than the girl playing with herself.

I felt a weird mix of disgust and curiosity, so I played the second disc. This one was even more explicit. It showed another young girl being fucked. The guy, maybe her Dad, was in her bum. The camera was shaky and the lighting was dim, but it left nothing to thi imagination. What was really surprising was she wasn't crying or anything. It actually looked like she was enjoying it.

The third disc was a series of clips of different girls, all of them looking like they belonged in my year at school. They were being used by older men in hotel rooms and cars. Some of the girls were clearly not enjoying it, but others girl seemed like they liked it.

I realized to my horror that I was actually getting turned on. I took my tracky bottoms and knickers off and lay back on the sofa, watching the screen. I knew this stuff was illegal and I really shouldn't be seeing it, but I couldn't stop. I started rubbing myself, as I watched. Weirdly I found I got most turned on by the girls who weren't into it.

At that point, Sampson, our pit bull, started to get interested in what I was doing and came over to investigate. He walked right up to the sofa and stuck his wet nose between my legs. He could probably smell my fanny, or maybe he was just reacting to the sound of my breathing. Whatever it was, I was so turned on at that point that I just let him explore, between my open legs.

He started licking me. His tongue was rough and warm, and it felt amazing. I didn't pull away or tell him to stop; instead, I just let him keep going. I kept watching the TV, the images of the girls blurring into the background as I focused on the feeling of the dog's tongue between my legs.

It only took a few minutes before the pressure built up. The rough texture of his tongue was hitting exactly the right spots, and I stopped paying attention to the TV entirely. I move onto my knees with my face on the sofa cushions, pushing my bum up and out so he had better access to my fanny.

I started rubbing my clit with my own fingers while he continued to lick, chasing my orgasm. I came quickly and hard, my body shaking against the cushions, and for a moment I just lay there breathing heavily. It was definitely the best orgasm I'd ever had.

Then I felt him hook his paws over my hips. He pushed his weight forward, forcing my chest into the sofa cushions. I immediately tried to push him off, but he was a big dog and he was determined. I could feel his hips stuttering as he stabbed at my bum with his cock.

He managed to get himself inside me on the third or fourth try. It was a sudden, blunt pressure that me yell out. I'd used my hairbrush handle before, but basically I was still a virgin, and it hurt. It hurt a lot, but I was helpless under his weight. He just had his way with me, jack hammering into me, his claws digging into my hips. I swear I could feel his dick swelling inside me.

I stopped fighting it and just gripped the sofa fabric, burying my face in the cushion to muffle the noise. The rhythm was fast and mindless. Every thrust felt like it was hitting the back of my throat. I didn't know if I was scared or excited anymore, but the physical sensation was overwhelming.

Then he came inside me. He didn't pull away immediately; he stayed in place for a few seconds, his chest heaving against my back. I lay there completely still, listening to the sound of the TV still playing in the background. Eventually, he shifted his weight and backed off, leaving me shaking on the cushions.

I never let him fuck me again but whenever we were alone in the house I'd get Dad's dirty DVDs out. I'd lay on the sofa and let Sampson lick me for as long as he wanted. It became a routine for me every time my parents went out. I stopped thinking about the boys at school and started focusing on the little girls and the dog.