Raped by a Great Dane

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It all happened when I was just thirteen. My mom was always fostering dogs in need. Two or three times a year, we'd get a fluffy little visitor, usually a shy canine the size of my foot who'd been neglected or abandoned and needed some rehabilitation before going to the shelter to be adopted.





I never cared for dogs. Part of that was probably the type of dog I'd been exposed to. Abused animals barked a lot, growled at you, nipped you (or worse), and rarely wanted to cuddle. So when Mom returned from the shelter with Zipper, I was already expecting trouble.





The huge Great Dane was a Harlequin, mostly white with large, black spots. I could barely walk this dog without being pulled down the street. The first day home, it yanked my arm so hard I couldn't do my knitting homework for Home Ec! Zipper was different from the other fosters we'd had. They were all skittish and defensive. Zipper was interested in everything, bounding up and down the street and dragging me along.





Smart, too. My bedroom door had a lever for a handle, instead of a knob. Zipper learned quickly how to open all the doors in the house. Most dogs couldn't come close to reaching the handle, and weren't strong enough or smart enough to push the axle down with their snout. I had to remember to lock my door unless I wanted to wake up to a big lump lying on the floor with shredding stuffed animals on the floor.





Mom had to reassure me every day that the enormous animal was only going to be with us for a month at best. She explained the dog had been abused by a former owner, but when I asked what kind of abuse, she just shrugged and said, "I don't know."





Under my breath, I muttered about how dangerous it would be to try to hurt this particular breed of dog. Zipper could tear me apart if desired.





Did the spotted canine know more than it let on? Zipper waited specifically for one of my Mom's overnight trips. She couldn't really afford a baby-sitter, and I was thirteen, so I had to take care of the Dane for a whole evening. Little did I know what was waiting for me that night.





I forgot to lock my door.





That was the thought that ran through my head as I was stirred awake in the middle of the night. It was dark, but I felt the bed shift and the springs squeak. I could hear the dog's breath, standing over me.





"Zipper! Bad dog!" I stammered, reaching to the right for my reading lamp.





When I flipped it on, the weedy light cast long shadows on the Great Dane's body. I knew Zipper was big, but the dog was straddling me completely, peering down at me with big, black eyes. I always slept naked - I hated the way clothes bunched up with the covers. That had never been a problem before, but in the next few seconds I became acutely aware. Without warning, the foster dog dug both paws into my ribs, scraping me as the massive canine started to hump - in the air at first.





"Ow! Hey!" I gasped, the bed again squeaking as the springs strained under Zipper's weight. My first instinct was to blush at how humiliating this all was. I'd seen plenty of dogs hump legs, pillows, other dogs, but never me. But this was different. Zipper wasn't playing around. The Harlequin humped lower and lower, until I felt fur against my crotch.





"Get off!" I gasped, pushing on Zipper's chest with both hands. She didn't even budge. "What are you - ohhh," I shivered, as the Great Dane began rubbing her soft skin against my dick. What was I supposed to do? I was a thirteen-year-old boy! I tried to dislodge her again, but my resistance quickly faded as Zipper grinded her crotch against mine.





"Zipper, no!" I groaned, trying to squirm out from beneath her. She ignored me, humping harder, her claws scraping my sides. I barely noticed the pain though, staring down through the weak light to watch as she pressed her soft, furless pussy against my penis. Like it or not, I was starting to get hard.





Gasping, I asked, "Is this what they meant when they said your last owner abused you?" I dropped my jaw, shocked at the very idea. But this time, it wasn't someone holding down Zipper. She had me thoroughly pinned and was rocking me into the bed. Worse, she was starting to drool, large rivulets of slime falling down her wobbly cheeks to land on my bare chest.





"Ew...gross!" I gasped, trying once again to push her away. But there was no hope. The dog knew what she wanted, and she was going to take it. While I was still sputtering from the drool, she arched her back even more, and pressed her rump down, and without even realizing it, with no time to process what had happened, she slid wetly down my dick.





"Aaah!" I groaned, her tight, wet flesh squeezing down hard on my virgin cock. Well, not a virgin any more. I grabbed the sheets until my knuckles went white, eyes bugging out as Zipper raped me. My first time was supposed to be with Carol from school, not a dog. It was too late for that, and even though I tried, I couldn't push the huge dog off of me.





As soon as I was nestled inside her, Zipper started humping even harder, waggling her hips up and down, tail swinging back and forth. She was riding me! Her heavy weight pinned me to the bed as she pounded me, her low-pitched barks alternating with sharp, bright whines. "Zipper...bad dog!" I gasped, but suddenly my hands were on her hips. Instead of pushing her away, I was pulling her down, my teenage hips starting to push up against her. I didn't want it, I swear, but it felt so good! Her disgusting drool was sliding down my smooth chest, making me gag, but I groaned and pumped upward anyway.





I was fully hard now, and Zipper couldn't hold herself up anymore. Without warning, her front legs gave way and her entire upper body collapsed on top of mine, knocking the air out of me. Her pussy stayed wrapped around me, bucking up and down even as she rested her entire weight on my lungs.





She yelped, yipped, and then exploded around me, redoubling her fierce humps. The Great Dane was getting off on raping me! My untried cock couldn't resist the tight, firm strength. Biting my lip, I pushed up and let loose inside Zipper, giving her what she wanted. For the first time, my balls clenched and launched my load into a female, but I never imagined it would be a dog. I yelled, "Aaaaaah...!"





When it was all over, I was panting and stunned, barely able to breath with Zipper resting on my chest. Finally, she got off me, and I could breath easily again. She didn't want to cuddle - as usual, she was indifferent to me, getting up and hopping off the bed to leave me panting, naked, and sticky on the bed. I wanted to believe it was just a bad dream. But it wasn't.





I'd really just been raped by a Great Dane.





I didn't know how to feel. Sad? Angry? Grateful? In a blur of emotions, I managed to drift into an uneasy sleep. Only to be woken with Zipper straddling me once again.





She had her way with me three times that night, but I knew not to fight the second or third time. By the third, I was working her as hard as she was working me, humping hard into her as I tried desperately to make my aching balls give me the release I needed. Three times in one night was unheard of for me, but the way her swollen spade squeezed around my young cock was more than enough to keep me going.





When I finally got out of bed, every bone in my body ached, particularly my boner. I only had one thought.





Maybe dogs aren't so bad.