a girl learns her lesson

Trudging back toward the stables, Katy wondered if this job was really worth all the effort. She had had a long walk and now it was starting to rain. She was going to get soaked in the last mile. She tugged at the dog’s leash and started to jog back to the farm and shelter. She had been working at the riding school for six weeks now and the summer holidays were almost over. This was the start of her last week. The job wasn’t terribly well paid, but then Mrs. Johnson, the owner of the riding school allowed Katy to stable her own horse there for free and she was able to ride everyday after her jobs were completed. When she had taken the job she had assumed it would consist mainly of looking after the horses. It had turned out, however, to be a kind of odd job girl, doing all the things that nobody else much wanted to do. Today’s task had been to take Mrs. Johnson’s Retriever out for a long walk. It wasn’t her idea of fun, but she was nearly home and looking forward to getting warm and dry.
By the time she reached the barn at the end of the farm lane the rain was coming down in sheets. Katy decided to shelter in the barn for a while, at least until it eased up. It would be warm inside and she would have a chance to dry off a little. The girl entered the old building, dragging the large dog behind her. It was quite deserted and she sat down amongst the warm, dry hay after hooking the dog’s leash over a post. Looking around for something to dry herself on, she found an old blanket draped over a rail. It was old and rather threadbare but seemed clean enough. She rubbed her short blonde hair dry and then turned to the dog. If they were going to be here for a while then she had better dry him off too. Katy began to rub vigorously over the golden yellow fur. The animal seemed to enjoy this and became excited, barking and licking at her face. Once she had completed her task, Katy settled back amongst the straw to wait for the summer storm to pass.
As she lay there she noticed that the dog was even more excited than she had first thought, very excited indeed. There, between its hind legs, was a shiny pink projection. Katy knew enough to guess that this must be the dog’s penis. She stared in fascination. Not having a dog of her own, this was new to her and oddly exciting. As she lay there staring at the dog, it began to strain against the leash. It pulled the leather tight as it tried to reach Katy. Twisting around, it slipped its collar and ran towards the girl. Before she could move, the dog had bounded up to her and planted its paws on her chest, licking her face wetly. Katy tried to rise and push him off and as she did so her hand brushed up against the shiny red organ. It felt hot and wet to the touch. The contact stirred the Retriever even more and he began to rub himself against her hand. Pulling her hand quickly away, Katy succeeded at last in rising to a kneeling position and pushing him off. She patted and stroked the dog’s head and managed to calm him down once more. From her new vantage point the girl stared in rapt attention at the thing beneath the big dog’s belly.
She had heard stories of other penises, boy’s penises, from some of the tarty girls at school. The tales they told, of cocks and pricks as they crudely called them, had both horrified and fascinated Katy. She had always been a shy girl, more at home with her horse than with people her own age.. Her parents were very protective of their girl and kept a careful eye on the sort of friends Katy made. Boys especially were frowned on and so Katy had never had a boyfriend.
This job was her very first taste of freedom. It was one of the main attractions and one that more than made up for the rather tedious work she found herself required to do. The other girl’s stories, of rubbing boys things and in one case of sucking one in your mouth were, at the same time, repulsive and exciting. Katy watched the dog’s thing, it’s prick, jerking under its belly as if it had a life of it’s own.
On a sudden impulse she reached out and stroked the red organ where it emerged from the hairy sheath. It was hot and somewhat sticky. As she continued to rub, it grew longer. An increasing length of thick red meat slid forward and hung down beneath the soft golden fur. Katy wrapped her fingers around it and began to slid her hand up and down along the length as she had heard the other girls describe doing to their boyfriends. The dog obviously found this extremely arousing; the cock jerked and twitched in her hand. Wetness oozed from the slit at the end making her hand slippery. Katy pulled away and raised the gooey hand to her face. She sniffed and found the smell to be strong but not unpleasant. It made her feel hot and itchy between her legs just like those nights when she couldn’t sleep and rubbed her self there. Katy stuck out her tongue and licked the sticky fluid from her palm. The gooey liquid tasted like nothing she had ever experienced before, musky and salty but nice. She reached out a hand to stroke the smooth fur of his head. Her other hand, still wet with the juice from his prick, rubbed absent-mindedly over the front of her pants. She had a warm feeling and felt moisture within her panties.
The dog was whining and clearly desired her to return to her previous task. Instead, Katy rolled him over onto his back and, grasping his now fully erect cock again, brought her face close up for a good look. It was now a bright red, shading to pink where it emerged from the furry covering. The texture was not as smooth as she had first thought, being covered in bumps and thick veins. The big organ was still leaking fluid from the slit at the end as she squeezed it and, remembering the taste on her hand, she put out her tongue and lapped at the goo running back down the shaft. The great heat of it on her tongue was a pleasant surprise and with only a moments hesitation she put her open mouth over the end and then closed her lips. Kneeling on all fours over the prostrate animal she began to move her head up and down, the prick sliding slickly between her lips and over her tongue. Katy reached back to rub again at the increasing itch between her legs, completely engrossed in this new experience. Such was her concentration on her new game that she failed to hear the creak as the barn door swung open behind her.
“You dirty little bitch! What do you think you’re doing?” The horrified girl jerked her mouth from the wet cock and turned to see Mrs. Johnson standing in the doorway leading her horse. She had clearly been out riding and must have had the same idea as Katy about finding some shelter.
“I-I’m sorry,” Katy stammered. “I don’t know what happened. I-I’ve never ever done anything like this before.” “You my girl, are a dirty little dog slut.” Mrs. Johnson stood and stared at her. The woman’s voice sounded outraged but Katy thought she saw a smile flicker briefly across the haughty face. “Dog suckers really do deserve to be punished.” She hitched the horse to a rail and walked over to where Katy still crouched over the dog.
“First of all though, I think you had better finish him off. The poor creature must be in agony.” “What do you mean?” “Bring him off girl.” “Bring him where?” “My god, you really haven’t done this before have you? Well just carry on where you left off. Do it now. Suck his doggy prick and just see what happens,” grinned the woman.
“What are you going to do?” queried the stunned girl.
“Well firstly I’m going to dry my self off and then I’m going to sit here and watch you suck my dog off whilst I think of a suitable punishment for a horny little dog-fucker. Now get on with it.” Katy’s excitement had long since evaporated, but she saw that the animal was still erect and waiting. She rolled him onto his back once more and returned, apprehensively now, to her oral stimulation. She sucked more slowly now and less deeply. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as her boss pulled a towel from her saddlebag and dried her long black hair. After a couple of minutes she suddenly felt the slippery cock swell in her hand and moments latter her mouth was filled with spurting jets of hot fluid. She gagged momentarily and then pulled her mouth away to spit out the liquid.
“Don’t you dare my girl! Swallow it down now or you’ll be sorry.” Katy reluctantly did as she was told, wrinkling her face in distaste as she gulped down the mouthful.