Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah grunted and huffed as she tried to force Whiskey back through the front door of Matthew Orem's house. She'd all but been dragged around the neighborhood, through two of its three parks scattered around the sprawling suburban area, and was covered in sweat from trying to get him to calm down. The young canine was full of energy almost all the time it seemed and, despite not getting distracted by any stray squirrels or outdoor cats, had pretty well tugged, yanked, and pulled every which way on his leash in an effort to check every spot Matthew typically took him on walks until finally deciding to let Delilah bring him back home. The 18-year-old hadn't been expecting such exercise and was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, something simple to meet Matthew in, but now she was thoroughly exhausted from being so ill-equipped to keep up with Whiskey.

Finally she gets low and pushes Whiskey into the house with a final grunt and, once he was inside, the dog just turns and trots deeper into the house, leaving her to topple over from his sudden lack of resistance and face-plant on the welcome rug and lose grip of his leash. She propped herself up on an elbow and sighed.

"Fucking dog... alright, fine. You win. Go relax or something." She muttered as she got up and dusted herself off before shutting and locking the front door behind her. She meandered through the house, spotting Whiskey in the kitchen lapping at an automatic water dispenser, and turned to grab her bags. She brought both to the guest room Matthew had laid out for her and promptly went for the duffel bag. Her school supplies and lap top could wait. Tired as she was from the run, a shower and some play time was forefront on her mind. Trembling with a measure of excitement, she picks out a fresh set of underwear, silky soft pajama shorts and matching pajama top and lays out her vibrator, dildo, and butt plug before fishing out her toy cleaner and some lubricant. She smiled proudly to herself as she ran her thumb down the dildo. Human-shaped and complete with veins and as realistic a set of balls that rubber could manage and a suction cup to keep it steady, she'd had only a few chances to actually use it as she kept all of these locked up in her room and only brought them over to temporary boyfriends' houses for a couple nights when she came home each summer. The rest of the time... she just had to fantasize. And besides, when there was a real dick around, these were a pale imitation.

"But... with no boys around, you'll have to do!" She chirped as she collected her bundle and giddily headed for the guest bathroom. Stepping out of the guest room, she paused in the short hall between the guest room and bathroom. She listened close for a moment thought she heard... whining? She hummed softly and meandered away from the bathroom and towards the living room. As she got closer, she heard faint "thumping" and more frantic whines. She thought Whiskey must be pacing and feeling nervous, thinking she'd abandoned him too! Rounding the corner and peering over the back of the couch, she realized quite suddenly how incorrect she had been.

In the middle of the plush carpet in the living room, the 100-something pound canine had stolen a large couch throw pillow, dragged it to the floor, and was now furiously humping it. She blushed as the dog rutted the cushion and whined randomly, panting and wagging his tail furiously before realizing he was being watched. Obviously the dog didn't care as he merely continued while Delilah stood there more than a little stunned.

"Just push him off if he tries anything ungentlemanly."

She snaps out of her shock as she recalls something Matthew said. Was this, this wanton humping, what he had been referring to?!

"Hey! N-no! Stop!" She yells as she drops her things onto the couch and hurries around to try and force Whiskey off the cushion. She gets a few low growls from him but does manage to break his rhythm enough to get him off the pillow and catches his collar, trying to drag him to the back patio door. "B-bad dog! No... no humping! That's... ugh!" She grunts as she fights with the now-embarrassed dog. His tail was tucked firmly between his legs and was mildly compliant as his caretaker forced him out of the door. Delilah sent him out and slammed the door shut behind him but, through the glass, caught another sight to make her blush. Tucked between Whiskey's furred hind legs, she saw a mottled red and white cock, a canine penis that was still bouncing and wobbling from desire and dripping some sort of slick fluid. She huffed and yanked her eyes away, horrified that she'd even been curious enough to look in the first place.

"S-stupid dog!" She yells as she goes back for the cushion, spotting a faint damp patch on one end. She shudders at the thought and tries to ignore it, blushing as she looks at her sex toys scattered on the couch and realizes she and Whiskey weren't so much different. "Hnn... he was just... waiting for his master to go away too, before... before g-getting... UGH!" She throws her hands up and goes around the coffee table to gather up her things, shaking her head as the spectacle had done little to make her forget her own intentions for this afternoon.

"J-just... ignore him... you've got your own fun to have. Without making a mess!" She barks, glaring at Whiskey through the back door and thinking of the laundry she'll have to do to get that stain out of that pillow.

She decides all of that can wait, however, as she trots to the guest bathroom before placing her spare clothes on the large bathroom countertop and arranging her toys and supporting items in the walk-in shower. She might have preferred a bathtub, but this would do for now! She shook her head and forced the thoughts of Whiskey's wanton frotting out of her mind.

She turned on the shower and let it get hot while she stripped down. Peeling off her jeans, she kicked them away while pulling her shirt off and tossing it randomly across the bathroom. She sighed in relief as she paused to look at herself in the large mirror above the countertop, using herself to drive away the thoughts of a rutting canine. She grinned devilishly as she fondled her own chest through her bra, picking up and dropping her C-cup bust and watching herself bounce in her bra before peeling that off too, exposing her perky pink nipples and giving her right one a little pinch and flick and letting herself jiggle to rest. "Mnf, you sexy little bitch." She coos to herself as she works herself into the mood. Even with lingering thoughts of Whiskey in mind, it didn't take much for the often-repressed girl to recall all the hottest boyfriends she'd met. Or better yet, a threesome at one party last summer where a bisexual girl had shown her how a girl properly handles tits while her boyfriend got busy behind her! Rolling her head back, she moans again as her hand slides down her panties, blushing a bit as they were damp with sweat and rapidly soaking with her own arousal as she was getting to touch and tease herself properly for the first time in nearly a year. Fingers roamed over her trimmed pubes, dipping between labial folds and caressing her clitoris. She whimpered as she remembered how it felt to have someone else touch and even lick on those parts. "Fff-... I could... I could invite someone over... probably? Matthew... wouldn't find out..." she murmurs to herself as she leans on the countertop, her finger delving deeper as steam began to seep from the shower. The hiss of water reminded her that she would likely feel even better in the stream as opposed to leaned on a counter.

Giggling to herself as she turned around, she watched herself in the mirror over her shoulder as she slid her panties off her bottom, watching her perky ass bounce from the stretched-taut fabric running over her pale skin. "Not going to get to work on a bikini tan this year... although... there were a lot of privacy fences in the backyard... might just get a full tan instead!" She teased, talking to herself as she stepped out of her panties with a light self-spank, hyping herself up as she walked towards the shower and the waiting sex toys. She cooed softly as she picked up her waterproof, battery-operated vibrator and turned it on before promptly pressing it to her own pussy as she stepped into the stream of water and moaned as the dual sensation turned her on all the way.

"Fffuck! Ohhhh, I needed this!" She cries to nobody in particular as she presses the toy inward harder, running it up and down her folds, clenching her legs together and spreading them out to get every sort of angle, every type of pressure on herself as she lets the toy buzz and hum away, panting hotly as steamy water ran down her bare skin and the toy vibrated away. Every time she got close to orgasm, her breath quickening and her right leg starting to quiver, she pulled it away and forced herself to calm down. One such time of nearly-cumming, she leaned back against the cool tile of the shower stall to calm herself down rapidly and stared up at the ceiling, hot water spraying harmlessly past her as the showerhead was a little taller than her. She giggled loosely as she felt her snatch quivering in need. "H-hehh... heh heh... hee... n-not... not yet, sexy... if you're going to... cum, you're going to cum." She teases to herself, imagining the phrase being spoken by one particularly studly football player from a couple years ago who had, contrary to his reputation as a selfish fuck, always made sure she came at least once when they had sex. It had usually been more than one.

With a shuddering hand, she turns off the vibrator and turns to her two other sex toys. The dildo was first on her mind but she knew the butt plug would get forgotten otherwise. She giggles as she foams it up with the toy cleaner and rinses it off in the shower stream. She turns around and pushes her buttocks out into the water stream with a shudder as the hot water runs over her ass cheeks and the two holes between them. She moans breathily as she runs her finger over her rosebud, tempting herself with a few gentle prods before putting her plug into her mouth while grabbing the bottle of lube and squirting out a large dollop into her palm. She turns around again, the water stream hitting her chest as she rubs the lube over her asshole and finally lets her finger slip in, bringing a healthy helping of lube in with it. She rubs small circles around the inside of her sphincter and even pumps her finger a few times, shivering as the penetrative pleasure races up her spine. Tingling with anticipation, she spits the plug back out into her palm and lubes it up finally and wastes no time in bringing the tip around to her buttocks. She stands up on tip toes as her left hand braces against the tiled wall, trying to look over her shoulder as her black-dyed wet hair gets in the way now and again. She briefly struggles to get it aligned just right before finally giving it a push and moaning lewdly as it spreads her tight ring. She stiffens and feels her leg quiver again as it spreads her open. It stings as it works its way in, her finger trying to push it in fully even as her body tried to deny the silicone toy's penetration. With a grunt she gives it one last shove and it jumps forward, slipping past the thickest portion of the toy and gets sucked into her sphincter to the narrow neck of the toy. The flat base of the toy slides up to her anus and caps it off, making her shudder at the new feeling of fullness in her rectum.

"Guh... t-thank... finally. Shit, I'm out of practice." She mutters after the struggle of putting a toy which had been in and out of her several times in the past. But a school year of no sex had done a number on her... flexibility. Still, the toy was in and despite any pain in her taint right now, she was too far gone to stop now.

Turning to her remaining sex toy, Delilah picks up the realistic rubber phallus and repeats the steps of clean, rinse, and lubricate before finally leaning against the side wall and angling the shower stream to splash against her legs, her perky buttocks flattened against the tile, back arched, and chin resting against her sternum as she peers past her chest to the flesh-colored dildo as she aims it at her own pussy.

"Okay, sexy... you've been waiting for this-" she murmurs as, briefly, she thinks about a different cock. A red, white, and bestial one. Delilah rapidly shakes her head, hair and water flicking around as she drags her mind back here and slams the rubber phallus inside herself, making her own eyes bulge out as she forces herself to think about nothing else but this. "Fffuuuck meeeee!" She screams as her knees clap together and her free hand covers her mouth, briefly shy that someone might have heard her exclamation. Delilah was in motion now. She spins and bends into the water stream, not entirely able to control herself as she begins rapidly pumping the dildo in and out of her pussy. Quivering already, her right leg begins its tic of shaking as she got close to orgasm. The desperation in her to finally have some real pleasure and fun after being denied and blocked so completely was bubbling up inside her until now, when she could finally let it all out. The late-teen grips the rubber cock with her right hand, pumping the shaft in and out of her pussy quickly while her left hand frantically grabs at anything to add to the pleasure. Her tit, her mouth, her clitoris, even pushing and tugging on the plug in her ass. Anything. A sudden spark of inspiration has the girl snatch up her vibrator again, flick it on, and stab it between her ass cheeks, holding the vibrating head tight against the base of her butt plug while she begins frantically pumping the toy deep in her folds. With a shriek of ecstasy, Delilah cums and cums hard.

"Y-YEEEESSSS!!" She screams, head back, entire body shuddering and quivering. Her legs snap shut and her cunt clenches on the toy as she squirts around it, a lewd spray of her arousal getting instantly washed away by the steamy hot shower water. She all but collapses as her right leg threatens to give out and she tumbles back, pressing her shoulders into the tile again as her arms fall limp, her mind foggy as the orgasmic bliss washes over her like so much shower water and she lets the vibrator slip from her hand, clattering to the bottom of the shower and buzzing away in random directions. She giggles weakly as her pussy holds onto the rubber cock for a moment longer before it too slips out and falls to the tile with an ungraceful plop.

Delilah manages to hold herself there for a moment longer before slowly sliding down the tile and crawls underneath the stream of shower water, giggling and rolling around in the water as she lets it warm her up and wash her clean while waiting for her legs to regain sensation. Once she can stand, she does. She bends down to catch her vibrator and finally switch it off and sets it aside before grabbing her dildo and giving it a thoughtless kiss just beneath the head and goes to wash it off too. "That's a good boy... you did such a good job." She coos to her inanimate shaft of rubber before sticking the suction cup to a tile and then turns around, bracing her hand on the wall and standing on her tip-toes. She slides her hand along her smooth, supple skin and pulls her ass cheeks open before dancing her fingers on the base of the butt plug but pauses, grinning as she chooses to leave it inside herself and finally turns off the shower. "I need the practice anyway... and not like anyone's gonna see!" She says cheerfully as she borrows a towel to dry off. She makes quick work of it before stepping into her fresh panties, shivering as they slide up tight against her buttocks and hold the butt plug inside. She idly pushes and teases on the base through her silky panties with a naughty blush on her cheeks before shaking herself out of her daze and goes for her pajama shorts. She tugs those on and decides against a bra before pulling on her pajama top. Finally, she ties her hair up in a turban to dry it off in a somewhat controlled manner and leaves the shower in a wave of steam.

She gets to the living room and spots Whiskey's humped pillow, blushing immediately at the thought of the canine's frantic rutting before spotting him out of the back patio door underneath the overhang, watching the pool and resting, at least for the moment. She feels a little bad for pulling him off his frisky rut just to go have one of her own. But, in fairness, she hadn't been humping one of Matthew's pillows in the living room!

"Though... that would be... kinda hooooot. He's handsome, for an old guy. And doin' it in his living room..." She mutters to herself, giggling again as she reaches back to press on her new pleasure button, the base of the plug in her ass. Wiggling herself out of her lusty thoughts, she goes over and opens the door to the back yard. "Alright, horny dog. Get inside with you." She teases, the big German Shepherd whirling around in a hurry and trotting inside. She watches him turn and go straight for the pillow again and she breaks into a run to catch him, yelling the entire time.

"No, no! No!! Whiskeeeey!!!!"