The Dog Pound – Part 1: The Siberian Husky

***Prologue***

My name is Barbie Lez. What follows is a retelling of the days following my eighteenth birthday. I still find it difficult to believe everything that happened, but I assure you that everything you are about to read is true.

***Monday***

“This is it,” I thought as I awoke. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived. I was officially eighteen. An adult.

As I sat up, the covers bunched up around my waist, revealing the upper half of my naked body. My bedroom window was ajar and the cool morning breeze made my hair come to life. The platinum-blonde locks swayed about as my ample lips curled into a timid smile. My eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of sparkling blue eyes. They focused on the mirror that stood across from the bed and studied my firm, d-cup boobs. The chilly breeze had turned my nipples to stone and made them pop like never before. Desperate to see more, I hopped out of bed and hurried over to the mirror. I first studied my bouncy, goose bump-covered butt before focusing on my pussy. It was tight, clean-shaven and just as virgin as the day I was born.

By the time I was done studying my reflection, my timid smile had turned into a broad grin. After eighteen long years of sexless existence, I was finally going to climax. Believe it or not, I was no mere virgin. I was actually one of the only women in existence to have reached legal age without so much as a single orgasm. No matter how beautiful I was, never once had anything invaded my secret garden. But that was all about to change.

I had been pondering the concept of masturbation for some time, but it never seemed like the right moment. I had come close a few times, but not once had a single finger made it past my labia. However, I knew a sexless existence was not part of my life plan, so I eventually came to the conclusion that my eighteenth birthday was the perfect moment to lose my innocence. My virginity would remain, but at least I would know the sweet release of climax.

Now the time was finally upon me. Fear and excitement battled within me and neither opponent was showing any sing of backing down. But I knew excitement would eventually get the upper hand, because no matter how valiantly fear fought, nothing would keep me from reaching climax. Or so I thought.

I pulled the covers aside and hopped onto the bed. Within seconds, I was in position. My upper body was at a perfect forty-five degree angle with a pillow stuffed between my back and the headboard for comfort. My legs were spread wide and my labia was already engorged.

“This is it,” I thought. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my hand to my crotch.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as my fingers brushed against my lower lips. A shiver of arousal ran down my spine, igniting the fires of passion deep within me. I had experienced arousal quite a few times in my life, but this time was different. This time I would give in to it.

Another moan slipped past my lips as began gently massaging my labia. As my arousal started to rise, I pictured myself writing all about it. Because climax had previously been out of the question, I used to write erotica to deal with my arousal. Everything I wrote was inspired by real events in my life, but the end result was always far more perverse than reality. I had often written about the many men and the occasional woman that came on to me. I had even been playing around with the idea of writing a story about the dog who had proved his infatuation with me by humping my leg. However, the thought of bestiality was so perverse I had always postponed writing about it. But that was not the only reason.

My sister was a world class snoop and I feared she would one day discover the secret, erotica-filled folder I kept on my hard drive. Luckily, I had password protected both my computer and the folder, but I knew it was only a matter of time before she found a way past. Many people say persistence is an admirable trait, but I am not one of those people. My sister’s persistence and curiosity meant I had to constantly keep changing my journal’s hiding spot. I wrote my deepest, darkest thoughts in it and I could not bear the thought of anyone reading about my decision to finally masturbate. Especially not my own sister.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned. The sheer force of it was enough to snap me back to reality. Forgetting all about my nosy sister, I focused on what my hand was up to. My fingers had stopped massaging my labia and one of them was now sliding into my pussy. My soaking-wet pussy.

“Fuck!” I breathed in a barely audible voice. My finger felt great sliding deeper and deeper into me. I kept going until every last inch of it had been swallowed up. I was stunned by how incredibly hot and wet I was, but the most shocking part was how incredibly tight my cunt was.

“Wow!” I gasped in awe as I felt my vaginal muscles clench, trapping my finger. Fortunately, my arousal soon forced me to relax and the digit slid out with ease. As new as I was to this, the massive amounts of arousal that now coursed through my veins convinced me to skip all pleasantries and get down to business.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as I added a second finger. My pussy felt even tighter and feel of my two digits sliding in and out of it felt like nothing I had ever experienced. Each second was a blessing and I never wanted it to end. But if simple fingering felt this great, I could not wait to find out how incredible an orgasm felt. Fortunately, I would not have to wait long.

“Fuck!” I soon muttered as my arousal reached previously unattained levels and the first orgasm of my life started to grow within me. I increased the speed of my finger thrusts and felt the orgasm grow. The feeling was so intense that I cannot seem to find the right words to describe it. Let me just say I had never felt so happy in my entire life. But I was about to become even more blissful.

“Oh god!” I moaned as the orgasm intensified. It was only a matter of time before I climaxed.

Suddenly, I had a doubt. Was I ready? What if the timing was wrong? What if I was about to make a horrible mistake? But that soon became irrelevant when I felt my orgasm explode. Only a few more thrusts and I would reach the point of no return. All doubts instantly vanished, leaving only arousal behind.

“I’m… gonna… cum!” I said, timing my words to match my finger thrusts. Only one more penetration and I would experience my first orgasm. But I never got that far.

“Hey Barbie,” said a woman’s voice as my bedroom door swung open.