Sarah and Goliath

Sarah has a surprising experience with the family dog...

Sarah looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, a fourteen-year-old girl with wet curls clinging to her shoulders. The steam from the shower curled around her slender frame as her fingers traced the outline of her small breasts, then down her stomach to where her skin was still warm and sensitive from the razor.

She had never done this before—shaved herself bare—but curiosity had won out, and now she couldn't stop touching the smoothness between her legs. Her fingers lingered, tracing circles that made her bite her lip. It felt... *different*. Good.

Sarah glanced at the closed bathroom door, listening for any movement in the house. Silence. Just the drip of the showerhead and her own quickened breath.

She pressed a fingertip to her clit—just a teasing tap—and gasped. Heat pooled low in her belly, familiar and intoxicating. Her knees wobbled as she slid two fingers inside, marveling at how tight she was, how slick.

Sarah muffled a whimper against her palm, hips rocking mindlessly against her hand. The shower's heat was nothing compared to the fire licking up her spine. She imagined someone watching her—maybe the boy from math class with the dark eyes—but the fantasy blurred, melted into something nameless, urgent.

She worked herself faster, legs trembling as she leaned against the tiled wall for balance. The water had gone lukewarm, but she barely noticed—her focus narrowed to the slick sounds of her fingers, the way her hips jerked forward with every curl inside herself. A sharp cry tore from her throat as her orgasm hit, toes curling against the shower floor, vision whiting out for one dizzying second.

Panting, Sarah pulled her fingers free and stared at them, glistening under the bathroom light. Her stomach fluttered. She rinsed off quickly, suddenly self-conscious, though no one was home to catch her. The water turned cold, shocking her back to reality. She shut it off and stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel that barely covered her thighs.

She padded down the hall to her bedroom, still humming from her orgasm, the towel slipping as she rummaged through her drawer for knickers. Bare skin prickled in the air—she loved the feeling of her nipples hardening against the chill.

Goliath—her family's enormous, pitbull—pushed his damp nose against the back of Sarah’s thigh as she bent over the dresser. She yelped, whirling around, but he was already panting up at her, tail wagging lazily. "Stupid dog," she muttered, and returned to digging through her underwear drawer. But then—wet. Warm. A slow drag of his long rough tongue right up the seam of her bare pussy.

She squealed in surprise, legs snapping together instinctively, and spun round. Goliath just cocked his head, waiting, "bad dog!" Sarah scolded.

Goliath ignored her and pushed his cold wet nose insistently against her crotch- this time his tongue found her clit directly and Sarah gasped, instinctively pressing her thighs together again. The roughness of his tongue felt startlingly good against her hypersensitive skin—too good. The shock of it sent an unexpected jolt through her—wrong, *so wrong*, but her thighs trembled anyway.

"Stop," she breathed, but her hand hovered uncertainly near his head instead of pushing him away. Goliath's heavy panting filled the quiet room as he nudged forward again, undeterred. Another lick—longer this time—and Sarah whimpered.

Her fingers curled into the dresser's edge.
*What the hell am I doing?* The thought flickered through Sarah’s mind, half-formed, already dissolving as Goliath’s tongue lapped at her again—broad, wet strokes that sent shivers up her spine. Her thighs quivered, no longer pressing together but parting slightly, just enough to give him better access.

She glanced down at him—his dark, eager eyes, the way his muscular shoulders shifted as he worked. His breath was hot against her skin, his tongue relentless. Every drag sent sparks through her, making her toes curl against the carpet.

Sarah's pulse hammered in her throat. She knew she should stop this. She knew it was wrong—filthy, even, and probably illegal. It was just... curiosity. That's all. No one would know. The thought slithered through her, hot and shameful. .

She backed toward the bed, her breath shallow. Towel still hitched loosely around her waist, she let herself fall back onto the mattress, her bare bum hanging just off the edge. Goliath followed instantly, his nose bumped against her inner thigh, sniffing, and Sarah shuddered—whether from fear or anticipation, she couldn't tell.

She opened her legs, abandoning all pretext, exposing herself fully to Goliath’s hungry gaze. The air was cool against her wetness, but his tongue was hotter—rough and insistent as it lapped over her clit, making her hips jerk off the bed. A ragged moan tore from her throat as he lapped faster, the flat of his tongue licking from her bumhole all the way up to her clit in one long, messy stroke. The sensation was obscene—too much, too *filthy*—but her fingers twisted into the sheets as she arched into it, her thighs shaking.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate. His tongue plunged into her slit, shallowly at first, then deeper, fucking into her with a rhythm that mirrored the filthy thoughts she’d never dared entertain. Sarah’s back bowed, her toes curling into the carpet. “Oh *fuck*,” she gasped, her voice thin and desperate. His nose bumped against her clit, his breath huffing against her wetness as his tongue worked her open, tasting her shamelessly. She should’ve been disgusted. Should’ve shoved him away. Instead, she lifted her hips higher, offering herself completely.

Then his tongue found her bumhole—one rough, wet swipe that made her cry out. The shock of it sent sparks up her spine, her fingers clawing at the sheets. He licked again, slower this time, deliberate, like he knew exactly what it did to her. Sarah whimpered, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in shallow pants. She was *letting* him. Encouraging him. Her belly tightened, heat coiling low and urgent.

Goliath’s tongue dragged up to her clit again, with rough, insistent strokes until her hips bucked uncontrollably. She was so close—right on the edge—when suddenly he stopped. Sarah whined in frustration, lifting her head to see him step back, panting heavily. "Come on boy", she coaxed breathlessly, spreading her legs wider. But Goliath just cocked his head, watching her.

She rolled onto her stomach, pressing her face into the mattress in frustration, her bum still lifted shamelessly in the air. She needed more. Needed him *back*.

Without thinking, Sarah reached behind herself, fingers trembling as she gripped her own cheeks and spread them wider—exposing everything to the hot, panting breath between her thighs. She craned her neck to look back at Goliath, her curls sticking to her flushed skin.

His tongue plunged in deeper this time, the tip breaching her in a way that made her gasp. It was slick, rough, relentless, sliding against her tightest flesh with an obscene wet noise that echoed through the room. She whimpered, hips pushing back against his muzzle, her thighs shaking with the effort of holding herself open. Every stroke sent jolts through her—shame and pleasure twisting together. Her fingers found her teenage clit, swollen and desperate, and she rubbed in frantic circles as Goliath’s tongue worked her smooth folds with single-minded focus.

The orgasm hit like a lightning strike—her entire body convulsed, her back arched violently, toes curling into the carpet. She screamed, muffled only by the mattress pressed against her face, as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Her vision whited out, her legs trembled uncontrollably, her fingers dug into her own flesh as she came harder than she ever had before. Goliath didn’t stop, didn’t let up—his tongue dragged through her dripping slit, lapping up every spasm, every shuddering pulse of her cunt as she rode out the aftershocks.

Then—*weight*. Heavy, sudden, pressing her down into the mattress. Sarah barely had time to gasp before she felt the rough pads of Goliath’s paws bracketing her hips, his hot breath against her back. Realization slammed into her a second too late. *No.* Her stomach twisted—not this, not *this*, as she realized what he wanted.

She scrambled forward, knees slipping on the carpet, but his bulk pinned her effortlessly. "Get *off*!" she hissed, twisting her torso, one arm flailing back to shove at his shoulder. His fur was coarse under her fingers, his muscles unyielding. A wet, blunt pressure nudged against her thigh—then higher, seeking. Panic spiked through her veins. "No—*no*—!" Her voice cracked as his cock bumped against her bare skin, slick with her own arousal.

Then—*pain*. White-hot and searing, splitting her open in one brutal thrust. Sarah screamed, her nails tearing at the bedsheets, her spine arching violently as his fat blunt dog cock forced its way inside her. Tears blurred her vision instantly, her breath coming in ragged, hiccuping gasps. It was too much—too *big*—her body stretched obscenely around him, burning with every twitch of his hips.

Goliath didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate. His paws dug into the mattress on either side of her trembling thighs as he rutted forward again, deeper this time, his knot already swelling at the base. Sarah sobbed—a broken, hiccuping sound—as the stretch burned, her cunt fluttering helplessly around the thick intrusion. Every snap of his hips sent shockwaves through her, her toes curling into the carpet, her fingers twisting into the sheets.

His knot bumped against her—*pulsed*—and Sarah’s breath hitched. The pressure was unbearable, impossible, her body stretched tighter than she ever imagined possible. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he drove into her again, the swollen knot catching against her dripping entrance. For one dizzying second, she thought he might *force* it inside—split her wide open—and her stomach lurched with terror.

Then it did. She screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound raw and ragged as her body *yielded*, the thick bulge of his knot popping past her trembling lips in one brutal thrust. Her vision whited out—pure, searing agony—as her cunt clenched around him, locking him deep inside her. Goliath snarled, his powerful hips jerking erratically, his cock twitching as hot spurts flooded her. Sarah sobbed, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her entire body shaking with the overwhelming fullness.

Every pulse of his cock sent fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. The pain was unbearable—sharp, tearing—but beneath it, something darker twisted in her belly. A sickening flutter of *pleasure*, mingling with the shame. His knot stretched her impossibly wide, anchoring him inside her, and with each shallow thrust, the sharp sting melted into something else entirely—a deep, throbbing heat that coiled tighter with every twitch of his cock.

Sarah gasped, her fingers slackening against the sheets. Goliath's now still weight pinned her hips down, his breath hot against her spine. She couldn't move. Couldn't escape. His knot throbbed inside her, fat and unrelenting, and she felt every pulse—the way her own body clenched around him in helpless response. A ragged moan escaped her lips as another spurt of warmth flooded her, slick and shameful.

Seemingly, of their own volition, her fingers found her clit—swollen, twitching beneath her touch. She whimpered, the pads of her fore and index fingers circling the sensitive bud with trembling pressure. The pain was still there, sharp and searing, but something else coiled beneath it now—an electric current of pleasure that made her hips jerk involuntarily against Goliath’s grip.

She pressed harder, biting her lower lip hard enough to taste copper, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. The knot inside her pulsed—thick and relentless. A slow, rolling wave of heat unfurled low in her belly, creeping up her spine inch by inch, making her toes curl against the carpet. It wasn’t like before—not the frantic, desperate orgasm from the shower, nor the sharp, stolen pleasure from Goliath’s tongue. This was deeper, heavier, like molten lava pooling in her gut, spreading through her veins with agonizing slowness.

Sarah whimpered, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles now—not frantic, not rushed. Every drag of her fingertips against her clit sent sparks skittering through her nerves, but the fire burned low, simmering beneath the surface. She could feel Goliath’s breath against her shoulder blades, the weight of his body pressing her deeper into the mattress, his cock twitching inside her. It should have been unbearable. It *was* unbearable. And yet—her hips rocked back slightly, instinctively seeking *more*, even as tears streaked her flushed cheeks.

The pain had dulled into something else entirely—a deep, throbbing pressure that made her thighs tremble. His knot stretched her impossibly wide, but with every pulse, her body clenched around him, milking him in ways she didn’t understand. A ragged moan tore from her throat as another spurt of heat filled her, slick and shameful, dripping down her trembling thighs. Her fingers moved faster now, her breath hitching, her vision blurring at the edges. The pleasure coiled tighter, thicker, until she came with a choked sob—her entire body seizing around him, her cunt spasming in helpless, rhythmic pulses.

And then—nothing. Emptiness. A hollow exhaustion that settled deep in her bones. Sarah lay limp against the mattress, her cheek pressed into the damp sheets, her legs splayed wide where Goliath still pinnеd her. His knot throbbed inside her, swollen and heavy, but the pain had dulled to a distant ache, muffled beneath the numbness creeping through her limbs.

She'd lost her v-card to the dog. The thought slithered through Sarah's mind. Fuck she was *that* girl now—the one whispered about in horrified huddles at sleepovers, but to her suprise she found herself smiling. Her thighs were sticky, her pussy throbbed, and Goliath's cum was still leaking out of her in thick, warm dribbles when she shifted her hips. She should have been disgusted. Should have been crying into a pillow. Instead, she reached back with trembling fingers, tracing the swollen, oversensitive lips of her cunt where he still stretched her. A shiver ran through her—not revulsion, but something darker, hotter.

"Hello- anybody home?" Her dad's voice echoed through the hallway, followed by the heavy thud of the front door slamming shut. Sarah froze, her stomach plummeting. Goliath jerked his head up, ears twitching—he tried to dismount but his knot was still lodged deep inside her. Panic clawed up her throat as footsteps grew louder. *Oh God oh God—*