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Morgan Jackson, beautiful petite bombshell of a cheerleader and her dad split up while hunting. An accident in a tree stand leads to the slender virgin getting forcibly taken by a deer while in a weakened state. What trouble await this 18 year old
Morgan lay there quivering as the two bucks squared off. She took in every detail, the smells of the moist autumn dirt, the bucks unusual striping, the gray on the older buck, the gritty texture of the leaves against her hands as she began to sneak away. Her rapist, though drained, possessed the advantage of youth, but would it be enough to face the grizzled and more experienced older buck? Rearing up near simultaneously, they began their charge. A sharp clack echoed through the trees as clashed, came apart, and clashed again. Youth appeared to finally grant the edge as the younger buck more quickly recovered and turned, deeply gouging into the older buck’s shoulder. With a snort, he faced the buck once more who finally outmatched after all these years, hobbled off. During the battle Morgan was able to grab her bow and began crawling towards where she had left her ATV. The buck, unable to find his ‘doe’ began to follow the older buck to make sure this area was now indeed his.
Morgan, dry crying and in shock, climbed aboard her ATV and drove home, never even thinking to radio her father. Arriving home, she got her ATV into the garage and very stiffly walked inside. She was no longer bleeding and she struggled up the stairs to her room to shower. The family German Shepherd, Mickey, sprinted in from the back, happy his humans were home and followed Morgan as she got into her room and removed her clothes. Mickey’s nose picked up some new smells, most predominantly fresh cum, and his prick stirred slightly. Morgan got a good look in at herself in the mirror and was disgusted. Her eyes were red and puffy, her lips dry from crying, and worst of all was her pussy. It looked puffy and red, the lips slightly protruding which it had never done before, and a silvery white sheen coated and seeped from her insides. She fell to her knees, unsure of what feeling to feel, mostly she felt numb. Mickey was quickly there licking her face and providing an overall source of comfort. Morgan hugged him for a moment before pushing him away to cry over the padded bench in front of her mirror. Mickey licked her face once more before he again caught a whiff of cum and proceeded to investigate. A small drop fell to the floor between Morgan’s legs and he quickly lapped it up. Raising his head, he saw some more on her inner thighs and gave a few quick licks. Morgan had a quick flashback and squeaked in fear, swatting Mickey on the snout. Seeing it was only him she quickly apologized before once more burying her head in her hands. Mickey slowly strode over and took another small look and watched Morgan for a reaction. Morgan knew dogs licked injuries and thought perhaps he smelt her virgin blood and was trying to help, so did nothing. Emboldened by her lack of resistance, Mickey licked again and again, cleaning up her thighs and working up to her pussy. He tasted a mix of things, a little blood, cum, her juices, and wanted more. Morgan flinched as his tongue touched her pussy but as long as he wasn’t doing anything more, let him soothe her. She felt some heat in her loins and the ache of her first fucking began to change again. The small tinges of pleasure became somewhat noticeable as Mickeys tongue lapped from her mons to her anus, stroking her clit and lips in its warm, wet, velvety caress. Her breathing quickened as Mickey’s tongue began to delve into her, brushing her clit and removing all traces of blood and cum. To Mickey, the flavor began to change as the only thing left became her juices which were quickly increasing. Morgan squeezed her eyes and began to pant as it started to feel like when she masturbated, then began to feel better. The ache was soon gone as she pushed back against Mickeys tongue, a powerful orgasm building. The scent of sex assaulted Mickey’s nose and his prick grew hard unbeknownst to Morgan in the throes of ecstasy as an orgasm began to ripple through her. Mickey licked furiously, as more and more liquid came forth and Morgan spread her legs to allow him better access before she suddenly began shaking. Mickey backed off for a moment as she rode through the most intense orgasm of her life. In that time, no longer being focused on licking her smooth pussy, Mickey became aware of his hard shaft and instinct took over. Morgan lay there panting, the world in a fog as she felt Mickey approach, he was her good dog and made her feel better, but time for a showe—there were two paws brushing her sides, the furry legs against the side of small breast before sliding down to grip her slim waist. Her eyes widened with fear as she flashbacked to the deer from this morning and felt Mickey’s hard prick grind against her several times before easily sliding into her slick hole. She tensed and braced, but it did not hurt so much. Perhaps it was her orgasm, perhaps it was he licked, or perhaps it was because her cherry had already been popped, but it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. Still, she did not want this and struggled to get away. Without being fully set inside her, she would have gotten away if it weren’t for the sudden teeth on her neck stilling her. Mickey shifted his back paws closer and began to pound into her. He didn’t feel as long as the deer, but that hardly mattered as this was only her second time having sex. She grunted at the enormity of it, but due to Mickey’s previous ministrations began to feel pleasure.
Tom loaded up his ATV, couldn’t believe his luck. Just when he was going to call it quits for food, two amazing bucks trotted into view. An older and somewhat more impressive buck was being harassed by a younger and nearly as impressive buck with some unusual striping. Keeping perfectly still, Tom waited for the bucks to come into range. The younger charged the older again driving him before him before stopping and sniffing. “Perfect, he’s caught the estrus smell” Tom thought with a smile as the younger buck approached a patch of deer hide Tom had scented and threw over a rock, resembling a grazing doe. The estrus though, that was the important part. Tom got off a clean shot and dropped the unusually striped buck with one arrow straight through the heart. He tried to radio to Morgan, but no response. Thinking nothing of it, he loaded up and headed home. Curious he thought as he arrived and saw her ATV. Perhaps she wasn’t over being sick and went back to sleep. Not wanting to wake his little princess, he quietly snuck inside to get his good skinning knives when he heard a moan from her room. Fearing she might be really sick, we walked down the hallway and stopped, transfixed by the image before him. Bent over her vanity bench, his little princess was getting fucked by the dog! At first, he thought the dog may be taking advantage of her but she was pushing back and moaning. In that instance, the image of his little angel was shattered forever and in the darkness of the hallway, he took out his phone began to record. He was too shocked to feel anything and just watched as she went limp groaning.
Morgan tried to throw her once loved dog off her back, tried to push away, tried to get off the bench to escape, but her petite frame was no match for the pent-up sexual energy of a large German Shepherd. Her throat raw, from crying and being sick, every sound came out as a lusty moan. Sure, she was beginning to enjoy it, but she wasn’t a regular dog fucking whore as she sounded. Groaning, she relaxed and lay into the bench groaning and figured she’d just pray for it to end. She was so wet, Mickey pistoned in and out of her effortlessly, this was nothing like with the deer. Pleasure began to rise and this was feeling she’d never had before, she’d never done any sort of real penetration before today. The pleasure turned to pressure as she felt Mickey’s dick seemingly expand at her entrance. His knot she thought, though she was just along for the ride and tried to widen her legs to lessen the feeling trying to bruise her pussy lips. She accepted she couldn’t escape and just wanted this over.
Tom zoomed in on the camera, that little slut was spreading her whore legs! Those long, silky smooth cheerleader legs. The thought came as a lightning bolt, he’d never looked at her this way, and now he couldn’t not. Her petite tan body was suddenly sex incarnate and he didn’t know what to do with these feelings, so continued to watch and record from the shadows. He quietly kneeled down, though with her moaning like a whore he didn’t think he needed to be quiet, he was somewhat able to record Mickey’s growing knot as began to plunge into Morgan’s shaved pussy. Her shaved pussy, the thoughts came unbidden again, she really is a slut. With each thrust, the knot grew a little more and seemed to drag her lips with it before escaping only beat at them as it pushed its way back in. The knot seemed to be about the size of a large lime when Mickey sunk it into her and it no longer emerged. He continued to hump at her as Morgan turned her head and looked directly into the camera.
Mickey’s knot finally stopped pushing in and out of what she imagined was her bruised pussy lips and began to move up her channel, swelling all the while. Morgan turned a little to move an arm, she swore she could feel her belly expanding with the knot. Her room light blinding her, she reached between her legs and patted her mound, it definitely protruded some before starbursts went off in her eye as the knot swelled to the size of a tennis ball and pushed on G-spot, grinding back in forth in waves she had never felt.
Tom froze in a panic as she looked right at him, but relaxed as the light was in her eyes. Slowly, from his angle, it appeared the little slut had reached between her legs to rub her clit! She let out a gasp and a moan as Mickeys strokes became shorter, his knot fully expanded. Some part of Tom was holding out hope that this was all a mistake somehow, but seeing her rubbing her clit, he knew his daughter was dog fucker. This filled him immense rage and gave him a massive hardon, but there was so much to process that he stayed still.
Morgan pushed back against Mickey, his strokes short and fast now, she pushed her G-spot into his knot. Her breath came raggedly as the dog picked up his pace before finally blowing his load her pussy. IT was hot, she could feel the liquid heat. Dog’s temperature are naturally a few degrees above humans and she could feel the pressure building and like hot lead. With all that, she came. Her convulsing pussy milked Mickey’s dog dick and knot for all it was worth. Head thrown back, arms out stiff, she let out a high-pitched moan that seemingly went on forever while Mickey let out a low howl next to her ear.
Tom watched and recorded as his daughter-no, this slut, shuddered, threw back her head and went stiff, cumming and creaming all over dog dick. She let out a strangled high squeak that became a moan, shaking but otherwise still for nearly 30 seconds as Mickey let out a low howl. She finally collapsed, again facing the camera with small smile. Mickey, having gotten his, deftly hopped over and off her, the knot holding them together and pulled her off the bench with a quiet, quick yelp. Facing away from him now, Tom stopped recording and quietly retreated down the hallway and into back out the door he hadn’t closed all the way. With a careful click he shut it and took his first breath in what seemed like years. Never in his life had he been more angry, or turned on. Painfully, his dick pressed against his pants and stalked into the garage and freed it. Looking on his phone he recorded about seven minutes. How long were they fucking before he got there, how long has this been going on? Pressing play, he grabbed a shammy from the work bench as he listened to his daughter moan and watched her get filled with dog meat as he pumped his dick. Tears in his eyes, his daughter was dead to him, now there was just this whore in his house who had killed her. He couldn’t stop picturing himself ramming his cock down her throat as the dog fucked her. He blew the biggest load of his life into the shammy and sat down, back against the wall, unsure of what life was now.
Morgan squeaked as she was pulled off the low bench as Mickey tried to pull from her tight vagina. It may have been pleasurable, but she now hated this dog. Mickey took a step and Morgan was dragged behind him a little. She imagined this is what a wine bottle must feel like as some tries to remove the cork. After about five minutes the swelling had gone down and Mickey pulled free with a wet schhhhlck as his cock left her. Morgan felt moistness and looked between her legs and saw dog cum beginning to drip. She nearly threw up like when the deer raped. She wanted none of it. Still, Mickey had given her two orgasms, but also raped her, but she was “presenting herself” and he was just a dog. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion as she staggered into the shower. The tears came back as she realized she couldn’t give her virginity to her at the winter dance coming up. Would he know she wasn’t a virgin, could he tell? To Morgan, the only conclusion was to break up with him. How could she explain a deer and dog raped her? She would keep that secret to herself