An Unexpected Visitor

It felt as if it took forever for Meryl to regain her senses, rising from her knees to her feet, tottering like a stunned animal to the edge of the assembled throng of boys and pushing through them—after a succession of slaps and gropes, each drawing a chaste, 'Not there!' or 'Eek!' from the traumatised girl. She stumbled off the curb and started across the street, naked and running hotter than ever before, an insistent, warm throbbing around her crotch tempting her all the way down the path to her front door, until she gave in, fingers furiously rubbing away at her wet, slippery pussy as she approached. She was ashamed of herself, crippled by the intoxicating lust that had run through her while Ben had teased and humiliated her. That wedgie...the memory of it made her gasp, the sheer amount of moisture it was bringing forth shocked her. She stopped just in front of the door, shivering with barely-contained arousal; seconds of agonising horniness passed, and when she was sure she couldn't hold it any longer, Meryl Prentiss went all in. Right there, on the front porch of the home she shared with her mother and sister, naked save for a pair of stolen undies perched atop her head, Meryl finally gave in to temptation...and masturbated. With soft, slow strokes she rubbed at her clit with a focus she usually only reserved for exams. Over and over, both sets of index and middle fingers slid wetly up and down the length of her juicy, glistening slit.

As she approached the peak of the delirious, sexual storm, she heard a faint click, followed by the low creak of a door opening. Meryl only had time to look awkwardly ocer her shoulder before three figures came into view from behind the door. In the hallway stood her mother, closest of all and with her hands resting on the door as she pulled it open, an expression of complete bewilderment at the compromising position she was seeing her daughter in. Behind her was Missy, whose arms were folded, wearing PJs, a dressing gown and an expression that looked uncannily like smugness. Finally, behind Missy, stood none other than Graham Runciter, one eyebrow slowly rising as he processed what he was seeing.

What was it he was seeing? Meryl Prentiss, prim and proper student, teacher's pet for as long as anyone cared to remember, now stark naked, and facing away from the door, leaving her cute little arse on full display as she shamelessly played with herself on her own doorstep, her fingertips just barely visible through the back of her thighs and a quiet schlick sound clearly audible in the quiet of the evening. "Meryl?!" Mrs Prentiss and Graham exclaimed in unison, and without thinking, Meryl spun round, boobs and bum jiggling, hands buried between her soft thighs. It took her a moment to register the presence of her head of department, and when she did, her dawning look of shock coincided with a mesmerising blush appearing on her cheeks, forehead and, somehow, her tits, which looked shockingly like a pair of headlights switching suddenly to full beam as her nipples and the accompanying warm salmon colour of her areolas reddened. "M-mum?! M-Mr...Mr Runciter?!" She stammered, big doe eyes widening in horror. Her head tilted forward as she went to reconfirm the unavoidable, horrible fact of her complete and total nakedness, the motion inadverdently causing the little hat that had been made of her panties to fall from their perch atop her head and fall gracelessly to the floor. Almost mockingly, the scrap of hastily tied-together cloth landing face up to reveal the words 'Genuine Princess!' once again.

"Meryl!" Runciter sputtered, clearly trying not to let his gaze stray below Meryl's neck. "Exposing yourself again?! I see now I was right to come and discuss your future at our institution after all! First soliciting another student in a teacher's office, now indecent exposure?!"

Meryl shook her head frantically, eyes darting back and forth between Runciter, her mother and the ruined undies on the floor. How to cover herself? How to make this nightmare end? Damaged though they were, Meryl figured her best bet at recovering the tiniest bit of dignity was retrieving the princess panties, she crossed her arms over her chest over those blushing breasts of hers and stooped to retrieve them. Unfortunately for poor Meryl, on the other side of the street, Mr Felnick was dutifully putting his bins out—as he always did at this time of the week—he'd negotiated his side gate open and was now wheeling his bin out to the edge of the curb. He was more distracted than usual, on account of his having witnessed a gorgeous young blonde struggling to keep her underwear on before his very eyes less than thirty minutes ago. So it was that he neglected to close the gate behind him, allowing a certain dog to dash out of the gate and toward a familiar scent, namely...that of the princess panties and their terminally embarrassed owner.

Mr Felnick's dog scampered across the street, wandering up and down until it once again caught the scent, slinking down to the front gate of Meryl's house and peering through the bars (which, in a happy coincidence, were just large enough for it to slip through). He didn't see the garments his nose had been tracking, but he did see something just as good; something round and juicy, something very round and juicy indeed. The dog wiggled its way through the bars and, without further ado, sprinted down the path and, once in range, leapt up with all its might. Its mouth open, jaws wide.

Meryl was just closing her fingers around the torn panties when she felt something sharp and painful on her backside. The sudden shock made her scream, and she straightened up immediately, forgetting to cover her tits and allowing them to start jiggling all over again. She heard a muffle growl behind her and felt another cold sweat coming on. "OH NO! NO IT'S—" she screamed again, sent into hysterics by the sensation of small but powerful teeth sinking into the soft, pale flesh of her naked, defenceless tush.

"OW, OW, OW!" She squealed, leaving her pussy uncovered to swat at the small dog now dangling from her arse cheek, bare breasts jiggling and slapping loudly against her chest. "LET GO! L-LET...BAD DOG! VERY BAD—" she let out another choked squeal as the dog bit down harder, teeth sinking deep into the lovely, rounded surface of the cheek. Runciter, Mrs. Prentiss and Meryl's sister Missy watched, shocked, as the usually demure, unflappable girl stood before them, nude and humiliated, shrieking and whining while the neighbour's dog chowed down on her behind. "HELP! SOMEBODY GET IT OFF ME! ANYONE!"