Backyard Trouble by DarkThunder
I wrote this within a few days. It probably could have been better, but this is a story I tried to do without re-writing or re-reading too much. I know I can’t make it perfect, at least not the way I’d like it to be, but.. eh. , Today is Saturday, May 13th, and it’s Rachel’s weekend away from school.
Rachel is an 18 years old girl, with long black hair, and soft blue eyes. With the end of the school year approaching fast, and more importantly summer, she’d like if she had a nice tan before going on vacation with her family. Sure, she doesn’t look bad as it is with her body being quite fit and everything, but… there’s always a but. With her family visiting their relatives for the weekend, she has the house and more importantly the backyard all for herself, so she’s decided to relax for the day and get some sun.
With the backyard facing the woods she has nothing to fear, no one can see her, so her top is quickly off even before she sits down on the lounge chair. As she begins to enjoy the fresh air and the sun she looks around, but all she can see and hear are rustling trees from the woods, while she proceeds to apply the suntan lotion onto her 34C cup breasts, her stomach, and her legs. “Mmm.” she mutters softly through her plump, shiny lips, as she rubs the lotion onto her neck. “I really could use a massage…” she thinks as she rubs in the last bits of lotion onto her face, before she lays down on the chair.
As she lays there and the time passes by, she can’t help but remember all those times her ex-boyfriend gave her all those wonderful massages, and how good she has felt back then.. “Too bad he was a cheating bastard.” she thinks, still feeling angry at him. “I should have seen it coming…” And it’s true. With all the rumors that were circling around about him, and his past girlfriend.. but.. eh. Past is in the past, and.. there’s nothing she can do about it anymore.
“I really need to get my mind off that idiot.” she thinks. “Mmm, I know just the right thing..” As Rachel closes her eyes she slides her right hand along her body, her soft, firm breasts, her flat stomach, and.. “Ah!” she gasps softly as she slides her hand down into her thong. She places two of her fingers onto her puffy lips, and starts rubbing them. “Ahh…” she moans and places her tumb down on her clit, then begins diddling it. “Who needs him?” she wonders as she pushes two of her fingers past her puffy lips and into her wet vagina, making herself melt.
As she reists the urge to thrust her fingers all the way in, she uses her left hand to pull her thong to the side, before pulling both of her fingers out. Slowly, she starts massaging her engorgeg clit, rubbing her juices all over it as she feels herself getting wetter.
Suddenly and out of nowhere, she feels a rough tongue on her pussy. Her eyes jerk open and go wide in shock as she sees a neighbour’s dog between her legs, with his nose in her crotch. “Rex!” she gasps in horror as he gives her pussy another lick, the Mastiff’s tail wagging happily.
Feeling completely mortified, Rachel twists anxiously in her chair and lets out a high-pitched whine as the enormous dog licks her puffy lips. With her breath caught in her throat she stares at him for a second, before she lets out a soft moan despite herself, then releases the hold of her panties, grips the arms on the chair and quickly gets up. As she slowly moves back, the big and rather scary looking dog sits there, looking at her with his drooling tongue out of his mouth. She nearly gags at the thought that a dog’s tongue has been on her pussy barely a few seconds ago!
“How did you get in?!” she wonders then looks at the house and back at the dog, only to find him now standing on his legs. She knows it’s Owen’s dog – her neighbour, since he always barks at her when she passes by the their yard. Worse of all she knows that Mastiffs can be really agressive, and especially this one – she’s heard before that he tried to attack a few people, though luckily, he was on a chain. With her heart up in her throat she wonders what to do, before deciding to run into the house as fast as possible.
“Good dog… good dog..” she mutters and smiles softly, then turns around and runs for the door, which is a few feet behind her. As she grips the handle and tries to pull the sliding door open, it won’t budge. She curses as she tries again, but it’s of no use – the door seems to be jammed. She lets out a loud yelp as the dog’s wet snout presses into her panty-covered pussy from behind. “The garage!” she thinks outloud before turning around right before Rex licks her again, right through the thin material that’s stretched tightly against her snatch, the velvet touch of his tongue making her gasp. She places both of her hands down on top of his head, her feet on each side of his body, then pushes down with her hands and tries to get away.
As she runs towards the garage she can’t help but notice that the door leading towards the front yard is slightly ajar – that’s how he must have gotten in! As soon she gets to the garage door she opens it and manages to slip inside, closing the door behind her before he can get to her.
She pulls the door towards her, holding the door handle tightly as the dog barks and scratches at the door, trying to get inside. “What does he want?!” she wonders, her whole body shivering as she hears his claws scratching at the door. “It’s okay. I can stay here, m-my mother will surely… ughhh..” she sighs, realizing that they’re all gone for the whole weekend.
“I can’t stay here that long!” she thinks as she looks around, the dog’s claws still digging at the door, although he’s no longer barking. “I can’t see a.. light! That’s it, light!” she thinks, then takes the door handle in her left hand, before looking for the light switch on the wall with her right. She flips it on, and… nothing happens.
“God dammit. This is unbelievable!” she says in annoyment. Suddenly, there’s complete silence. “Well, at least it seems like he’s giving up on getting inside. But still, I can’t hold the door all day long.. what if he tries to get inside again?” she wonders. “Besides, I need to find a way out.. or at least something to keep him away from me, on a distance, so I can get to… hmm, alright, first things first.” Seeing as there’s no lock, Rachel looks around herself and sees there’s 3 different, but connected shelves – one on each side of the wall, except the front. There’s also four wooden poles – one in each corner, and a small window next to the door.
“Think Rachel, think! Maybe.. maybe if I.. right! I need rope!” she looks around the room again, but since it’s mostly filled with darkness, she can’t see much. “How hard can it be to find a rope in a garage?” she wonders, squinting her eyes, in an attempt to locate the rope with little light that’s coming through the window.
“There!” she nearly yells before shutting her mouth, in hope that Rex doesn’t come back. After another few seconds of silence, she focuses on the ball of rope again – the light coming through the window shines right at it, and it’s only a couple of feet away on the shelve across the room. “Okay.. here we go!” she takes a deep breath, then releases the door handle, and moves in a hurry towards the rope. However, after less than 2 feets she steps on something, right before a metal handle hits her forhead, making her groan in pain before she falls down unconscious to the floor.