We never had pets at home even though I always asked mom and dad for a dog. They didn't give it to me, but one day, when I was still young, that changed.

I don't remember the dog's name. She was a beautiful, white, flirtatious poodle. It was the dog of an aunt of mine who was going on a trip and asked mom to take care of her dog. When my mother came home with the dog, I was super happy. Then she clarified the situation to me, and the truth is, I took it well. Ok, she wouldn't be my family's dog, but at least we'd have her for a couple of weeks.

As I already told you, I was young, and I also had very fast hormones. I had already experimented with giving myself pleasure, but I had never even considered that another being (human or animal) would give me pleasure.

And when it came to giving myself pleasure, I was somewhat obsessive. I loved it and touched myself whenever I could. I took advantage of the afternoons, when I was alone at home. Sometimes I did it in the shower, other times on the patio or in the living room. But usually, I did it in my room, on the bed.

And that's exactly how I was that afternoon: lying on my back on my bed, wearing only a T-shirt. my left hand stimulating my vulva, my eyes tightly closed, totally concentrated on the beautiful sensation that was running through my body.

I guess I started doing it without bothering to get the little poodle out of my room. And I suppose the pleasure made me completely forget her presence. That's why I was so surprised when I felt something that was right next to my left hand. Something that brushed over my vulva, something that felt kind of scratchy, strange.

I stopped immediately. I looked up and saw her. There she was, the little poodle, licking my slit. No, no, no! I yelled. Get out of there! She jumped out of bed. We stayed looking at each other. I knew that to continue my self-pleasure session in peace I had to get her out of my room. But I didn't do it. I lay down again and brought my hand to my vagina. I was so so so so wet. I restarted the petting and while I did it I asked myself: "What if the dog comes back? What will I do?". ..

How easy it is to simply let go, close your eyes and allow whatever has to happen to happen. Leave the consequences of inaction in the hands of fate.

Yes, I could tell myself over and over again that I didn't look for it, that I didn't want it, that what I went through that afternoon was something that happened 'unintentionally'.

I could lie to myself like that. But the truth is different. I wanted it, I wanted it to happen. And before I knew it, it was already happening. The poodle's small, scratchy tongue licked my vagina again, up and down, side to side. She did it with so much pleasure, the taste of my vagina delighted her. I noticed that when I raised my neck and saw her lick me. Concentrated, tasting my entire vulva, her saliva and my vaginal secretion intermingled on her pink and fantastic tongue.

I let myself go; I flowed.

I closed my eyes. My hand no longer needed stimulation, the beautiful poodle's tongue did it so well. I brought my hands to my breasts and caressed them, pinched my nipples, stretched them.

I think at that moment I started to feel delirious. That delirium that made me say things like: “yes, keep it up, lick me all over, lick me delicious, yes, good girl, keep it up.”

And seconds later my words turned into moans, while the intensity of the licking increased. That bitch knew how to eat a vagina. She was a bitch, she knew how to give me pleasure. How to bring myself to feel the ecstasy necessary for my body to contort, for my hands to grip the sheets tightly. The ecstasy needed to turn my moans into screams.

I had to put a pillow over my face so my screams couldn't be heard.

The first orgasm of my life occurred without penetration and thanks to a thirsty bitch.

When the action ended, I was still as if hypnotized. Looking at the ceiling of my room and feeling the twitching of every part of my body. And so wet. My pussy was beating as fast as my heart.

The licks I felt on my cheeks woke me up from that daydream. Then I sat on the bed and picked up the dog. Her tongue was still moving, searching my cheeks. I brought the dog closer to my face, but not to my cheeks. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I kissed her with human passion and she kissed me with animal passion.

I don't know if I seduced her or it was the other way around. At least at that moment I didn't think about it. I only thought about the delight of feeling her flavor and mine inside my mouth and inside her snout. And I also thought that it wouldn't be the last time that the poddle and I would play at love.