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Stories come true (Her story)

This is the same story as the original “Stories come true”. The difference is the point of view, this one is written by the girl. I suggest you start by reading the other one first, as you may be confused.

Getting revenge on Daddy, part 1

NOTE: This is part 1 of a new story, establishing a premise. There is less sex here than there would be in part 2. It’s also my first time writing in second person – let me know by commenting if you like it, as it will help me prioritize which part of which of my stories I should write next.
As always, constructive comments are welcome 🙂

Lonely Wife – Chapter 1

Note: This story is told from the third person perspective and this chapter doesn’t feature a whole lot of sex(in fact, it doesn’t feature any, but it does have masturbation at the end), this chapter is meant as more of an introduction. Sex will be much more prominent as the series goes on. If you prefer a first person perspective don’t worry, as I plan on writing another story to run parallel to this one. Hope you enjoy and please leave comments below!
Bella Grace was in many ways, your average housewife. She cleaned, cooked and reorganized the house so much that it would appear different nearly every week, much to the chagrin of her husband. “Bell” he would say sternly. “You must stop moving the furniture around. This couch was over on the other end of the living room just last week for crying out loud!”
The man of the house, Tristan, was the ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ type. His short coal black hair and brown eyes was in perfect contrast to Bella’s long, waist-length golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. In his younger years, he was quite the stud, working out daily, but now at the age of thirty-four, he has almost given that up entirely. It wasn’t completely his fault, however, as he worked a full time job and went to night classes in an attempt to get a promotion. Bella would often bring up working herself, but as Tristan would constantly repeat “You’ll need to get used to staying home when we have kids”. The idea of getting a nanny was also out of the question. “Can’t afford it” Tristan would remind his wife.
Bella would find herself bored out of her mind quite regularly. The thirty-one year old was used to shopping or hanging out with friends, but since their move, the Graces have made very little friends. Tristan had friends from work and school, of course, but Bella had very little chance to meet new acquaintances. Once she was done with her daily chores, she would often browse the internet or watch TV in order to kill time. Today she decided to use the computer.
After checking the news and tomorrow’s weather, Bella looked up local jobs, just for fun. After a few minutes, an ad caught her eye. “Looking for part-time housekeeper. No kids, just cleaning and cooking. Hours are ten to three. Call if interested”. This was perfect, Bella thought. Her husband worked nine to five, then came home for an hour and went back out to school. She could work without Tristan even knowing! Bella jotted down the number and rushed to the phone.
“Hello?”
“Yes, hello. My name is Bella Grace and I was interested in your online ad”
“Okay, Bella. Do you have any experience?”
“Well, I work on my own house”
“That’s fine. How old are you?”
Thinking this a strange question she responded with a pause “Um…I’m thirty-one”
“Come over anytime you want for an interview”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon”
As she placed the phone on the receiver she wondered why he wanted to know her age. Perhaps he felt older women would be inadequate and take to long to get everything done. Whatever the case, she was certainly interested. For far to long, Bella had been subjected to the worst kind of punishment known to mankind; lack of sex, thanks mostly to Tristan, who was barely home. A part time job would definitely take her mind off things, at least for half the day.
Bella finished her house work and set off for the address given to her by the man on the phone. As it turned out, it wasn’t very far away. Only about a five minute walk from her house. She walked up the steps wearing her finest white blouse and black skirt combo. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it opened.
Standing in the doorway was a handsome black man, with a shaved head and a six pack. Clearly unlike Tristan, this man worked out.
“Nice to meet you. You must be Bella” he said, with a smile.
“Yes. I didn’t catch your name?” Bella said, meeting his hand with hers.
“That’s because I didn’t throw it. But my name is Jason Brown”.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Brown”
“Please, just Jason”
He showed her inside and she couldn’t help but stare at the muscles on his arms. Compared to the lankiness of Tristan, Jason seemed like an athlete. They sat together on a three piece sofa and Jason asked her a series of questions. About ten minutes later, they were done and Jason stood up and put his hand out.
“Congratulations, Bella. You’ve got the job!”

”Great!” She said, getting up and grabbing his hand. “When can I start?”
“Well not right now, as my work is nearly finished anyway. You see, I work from home and need someone to cook and clean for me” he said.
“Oh? What happened to Mrs. Brown, if you don’t mind answering”
“Haha, not at all. I have never been married” he said. “Can you start monday? I don’t work on the weekend” he continued, trying to change the subject.
“Sure, that sounds great. See you then!” she said as she walked out the door.
Bella arrived back home with only an hour left until Tristan arrived. He would surely want his dinner, so she immediately got to work on it. She prepared dinner, leftover meat, and set it on the table just as Tristan walked through the door.
“Meatloaf again?” he said, taking a seat at the table.
“Sorry, honey, but we can’t afford much else”
“Hopefully we’ll be done eating this crappy food once I get a promotion”
Bella didn’t like her cooking being criticized. Sure, it didn’t take much to prepare meatloaf, but he should be glad he has anyone to cook for him at all. To the outside world, her growing animosity for her husband would appear as though they were an old couple, married for decades. In fact, they have been married for only three years.
“I was hoping that you could take off from school today so we could spend some time…” she started.
“Absolutely not. The big test is today, you remember” he said, cutting her off. “Don’t worry though. We can spend time together on the weekend…” he said, thinking hard “No, wait. That’s right, Saturday’s the big game and on Sunday I’m going fishing with the guys. You understand, I’m sure. We’ll find some time together” he continued.
“Yeah, I understand” she said with snark in her voice.
After dinner, Tristan kept to his usual routine by watching TV for the next half hour before going off to school. When she was finished with the dishes, Bella sat down next to him to enjoy the movie. Almost immediately, Tristan looked at his watch and got up. “Oh crap, I have to go or I’ll be late. See you tomorrow” he said, planting a kiss on her cheek. And just like that, he walked out the door, leaving his wife alone and lonely.
The rest of the night was as unsatisfying as could possibly be. She watched TV for a couple of hours and had a late night snack before heading off to bed. The last thought that went through her mind was the loathing she secretly felt for her husband.
The next morning, Bella once again made breakfast for Tristan and once again, he made jokes about it calling it “crappy” and “awful” before he headed off for work. “What a charmer” she thought. “More like an asshole”. She brushed her teeth, took a quick shower and got dressed, wearing the same clothes she wore to the interview yesterday.
She arrived at Jason’s house five minutes to ten.
“I like a woman who’s on time” he said, smiling.
He showed her what to do and where everything was. “You can cook anything you like for lunch, I wouldn’t buy it if I didn’t like it!” he explained to her. As he went to his den to work, she started to clean the house. Vacuuming, dusting, washing last nights dishes and doing the laundry. She was to prepare lunch at around 12:30, which she made sure to do. For lunch she made hamburgers, which were wrapped in tinfoil in Jason’s fridge. She knocked on the door.
“I’ve brought lunch” she said.
“That’s very kind of you, Bella but I don’t like to eat in the den. We can eat together out in the dining room”.
He came out of the den and they sat across from each other in the dining room.
“Mmm…this is delicious, Bella. You really are a great cook”
“Oh it’s nothing. Anybody can make hamburgers”
“Sure, but you must have put something in here to make them taste better” he said as she blushed. Never before has she received praise for much of anything, least of all for her cooking.
“I would love to help you with the dishes, but I really do need to work. It looks like you have the house in order however. So how about you do the dishes and then you can take off early with full pay” he said.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t feel right…” she started.
“Don’t worry about it” he said, cutting her off. “Wouldn’t be much point keeping you around here when you have everything done. I’m sure your own home could use some work” he continued. She blushed again. After the dishes were done, she let Jason know that she was leaving and then walked back to her house.
Upon arrival, she saw a message had been left on her answering machine. It was from Tristan.
“Hello. Honey are you there? Well, I suppose you’re doing some shopping, hopefully for groceries, you don’t need anything frivolous, dear. When you get this message, can you bring my suitcase down to the office? I somehow forgot it. Very important files in there, I’m sure you’ll understand. Besides, what else do you have to do?” this outraged her. It was bad enough that she had to drive all the way to his job, but also the fact that he had the nerve to claim that she had nothing better to do?
Bella grabbed the suitcase that was displayed on the top shelf of there closet and walked out the door, as mad as could be. All she could think of in the drive was how useless Tristan really was. She considered divorce, but realized that she had no where else to go. Once she found a suitable man, then she’d leave him, but until then, she was stuck.
“Thanks babe, you’re a life saver!” he said. “Well, see you later” he continued, closing his door in her face. Did he even know how much of an ass he was being? Certainly no one could unknowingly be this much of an asshole, Bella thought.
She took the forty five minute trip back home in the same beat up car she drove to the office with. Tristan bought himself a fancy $10,000 car, she gets a second hand $1,500 car that barely worked.
That evening at dinner, the couple spoke very little. Occasionally, Tristan would break the ice by saying things such as “wish this food was better” or the very classic “we must be really poor if you’re making crap like this”. And as has become tradition, he sat his ass in front of the TV following dinner to watch the tail end of a movie. As he got up to walk out the door, Bella had become almost happy. She tried to hide the smile that was entering her face as he said goodbye.
Bella decided to give herself a little treat by running a warm, almost jacuzzi-like bath. She poured bubble bath into the tub and took off her clothes. The warm water felt great as it cascaded down her legs. With her eyes closed, she saw her husband, not in an intimate way, as that was a long time ago, but instead, she saw him nitpick her cooking and cleaning. Soon her thoughts went other places and she saw the only other man she had interacted with in the day, Jason. She imagined him placing a kiss on her lips, in a sensual way she had not felt in a while. His arms wrapped around her waist as he continued to passionately kiss her. In her thoughts, she saw his penis, which she imagined was very large. This made her extremely wet. She didn’t care if these thoughts were wrong. If Tristan wasn’t going to pleasure her, then someone had to, even if it was just imaginary.
Bella placed a hand on one of her breasts and twisted the nipple while the other hand made its way to her nether region, which by this point was very moist. She rubbed her clit as the other hand got her tits soapy. She inserted a finger, while picturing Jason standing in front of her, pumping his massive dick into her pussy. Another finger was inserted into her unfulfilled vagina and her nipples, now erect, were also getting plenty of attention. Fake Jason was still plowing her pussy as a third finger entered it. A moan escaped her mouth “Oh, Jason. Fuck me. Fuck me harder!”
The three fingers were going in and out of her pussy faster with each passing second, and her tits were completely lathered up, with only the red plump nipples showing. Her moans got louder as she finger fucked her hair-covered pussy. Finally, her juices gushed out, mixing with the water and she remained in the bath, eyes still closed, panting from the experience that she had longed for.
It was now very clear to Bella. She had found a suitable man. Now all she needed to do was get him interested in her, if he wasn’t already…To be continued…

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Coming Mother Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Shellie lay on the small deck of the houseboat, the hot sun
burning into her already golden flesh.
She rested on the foam mattress, on her stomach, her bikini
top untied and her tits smashed beneath her. The bottoms of her
bikini were so skimpy that the luscious sweetness of her swelling
ass was half exposed. The sun heated her body, and she writhed
sensually, opening her legs to allow the rays to touch her inner
thighs.
Shellie was slender, like a fashion model. But still, even
though she was slim, she had curves and hollows that excited the
beholder. She had rich, dark-brown hair reaching to her
shoulders. She was tall, an inch or so above the average woman.
Her face was exquisite, her flesh the creamy smoothness that made
other women envious.
Shellie’s tits were rounded and firm, the valley between them
narrow. They were full tits, yet tilted at the tips, her nipples
arching toward the sky when she stood. Her tits had always been
firm, tight, and round. Her waist was quite small, easily spanned
by the hands of a big man. Her stomach was flat, with only a hint
of roundness below her dimpled belly button. Her hips were curvy,
flowing into exceptionally long thighs and curvy legs. Perfectly
shaped, her legs were outstanding in her bikini or shorts. Her
ass, although small, was tight and rounded, the cheeks flawless,
the crack deep and tantalizing to the watcher.
Below her belly button was a thick mass of curly, soft hair
that excited anyone lucky enough to view it. The lips of her
cunt, puffy and tight, were almost hidden by the hair, especially
with her legs closed. The only problem with Shellie’s cunt, if
such could be called a problem, was her unusually long clit. It
was a good inch in length, and she knew there weren’t many women
with such a clit.
Although the size of her clit had never caused her a problem,
it had caused her ex-husband to complain that it was like a very
tiny cock, and he refused to suck or lick it for that reason. But
Shellie’s clit was the most sensitive part of her pussy. Not that
her cunt itself wasn’t sensitive; it was. She could easily come
with a cock inside her cunt, the friction of a hard cock sliding
in and out of her wet cunt lips crating a wonderful spasm of
orgasm in her. But if her clit was sucked or licked, Shellie
would often go out of her mind with ecstasy, and come many times
before the spasms would fade away.
Shellie enjoyed her clit.
When she was aroused, her clit swelled and bulged out almost
an inch long. She loved to hold it between her finger and thumb,
and work it up and down. She had allowed her husband to watch
this once, and he had made fun of her, saying it was the same as a
boy jacking off. Needless to say, his attitude cut into their
relationship, and soon they were sleeping in different beds, and
no longer fucking. Since her divorce, Shellie had been stroking
her clit and making herself come as her sole means of
gratification.
And hating it.
She writhed beneath the hot sun, almost asleep. The
background noises were soothing. The soft lapping of the waves
against the hull of the houseboat was peaceful, and the soft
clatter of her son inside the boat was a comfortable, familiar
sound. The river was wide, and clean, not muddy and dirty like so
many rivers. The banks were lined with shrubbery and trees, and
she had steered into this very small cove and docked for the rest
of the afternoon.
The divorce settlement had come at the end of the school
year, and now she and her son, Jay, had three wonderful months to
enjoy the river before he would return to school. Maybe they
would find a nice place to live on the houseboat where he could
attend school, too.
The houseboat wasn’t large, but quite luxurious. It
contained only one bedroom, but there was fold-out bunk over the
queen-sized bottom bed.
“Mom, where’s the damned tea?” Jay called.
“Honey,” Shellie called back in a lazy voice. “You know I
don’t like you to use such language. And the tea is on the top
shelf above the refrigerator.”
“You want a glass, Mom?” he called, paying not the slightest
attention to her very mild complaint.
“That would be nice,” she replied.
She thought of Jay, realizing he was growing up. When her
husband had drawn away from her, she had turned her affection
toward her son, and Jay accepted her hugs and caresses willingly.
As they drifted down the river that morning, they had passed
a smaller houseboat, with three girls, all in very skimpy bikinis.
Jay had stared at them with glowing eyes. Shellie had glanced at
the front of his swimming trunks. She smiled to see his cock
straining in hardness.
She heard her son come out of the cabin, and looked up at him
without raising her head. She took the tall glass of iced tea
and, as she lifted her arm, the curve of one tit showed all the
way to her nipple. She heard her son gasp, but she said nothing.
While Jay sat in a deck chair, Shellie put the glass next to her
head. She looked at her son with slitted eyes.
He was looking at her, too. She didnÂąt mind him looking at
her; she was used to being looked at, and her son was a man.
Well, a boy, really, but he was showing a very intense interest in
girls, lately.
The sound of a motor came near, and she lifted her head to
see a cruiser slowly going past. It was filled with young girls,
all of them wearing practically nothing. One of the girls waved,
and Jay waved back. Shellie saw her son watching them.
The girl who had waved stood up and turned her back toward
them, sliding her bikini bottoms down and flashing her pretty ass.
The girls hooted and hollered, thrusting their middle fingers in
the air with the obscene gesture of fuck you.
“TheyÂąre not very nice, are they?” Shellie said, sipping her
iced tea.
Jay had seen the girl flash her cute ass, but now he was
looking at his mother again, his eyes widening slightly as he saw
one of her tits. He saw the light-brown nipple, and made a noisy,
gulping sound.
Shellie glanced down at herself, then laughed softly. It was
okay if her son saw her tit, she felt. Even though she was his
mother, her tits were no different from those of any other woman,
although firmer and much prettier. She wiggled her hips into a
more comfortable position. Her long clit had begun to throb and
swell, and it pushed at the pad beneath her.
Jay watched his motherÂąs ass wiggling, and again he made a
swallowing sound. He had caught a glimpse of his motherÂąs crotch.
Shellie knew what he was seeing, but she didnÂąt close her
thighs. With her unusually long clit swelling into hardness, she
found herself becoming excited, her cunt turning wet. With very
gentle, almost subtle, movements, she squirmed her crotch at the
mat, knowing her son was watching.
Jay was, indeed, watching. He saw the cheeks of his motherÂąs
swelling ass clench in tightness, saw the way she pressed her
crotch at the mat. His cock began to throb, and he made no effort
to conceal it. Shellie, with her eyes slitted again, peeked at
him, watching his cock press at his wide-legged swim trunks. She
found herself growing warmer with desire, and her hips seemed to
move of their own accord.
Suddenly Jay turned away and entered the cabin.
Shellie was disappointed in him. She knew she had been
teasing her son sexually, making his cock hard, doing things to
draw his eye. She considered her actions, and discovered she
wasnÂąt in the least ashamed of it. Her son was interested in
girls, and she was girl, although his mother. She closed her eyes
and found herself wondering about JayÂąs cock, his balls, his young
ass. That he was a virgin, she knew. He was far too young to
have become close enough to a girl to fuck her, she was sure. She
began to see her son in her mind, without his trunks on, his cock
and balls exposed to her. She started writhing her ass, pressing
her swollen clit at the mat, her cunt bubbling with sweet, wet
heat.
From inside the cabin, Jay was watching his mother through a
window screen, his cock in his hand. He squeezed and pumped his
prick, eyes staring at the exciting movements of her ass and
thighs. He knew what his mother was doing, and it sent shivers of
pleasure through him. When he first began to jack off a few weeks
before, squirting his young cum juice with force, he had started
looking at girls with intense desire, wishing he had one to shove
his cock into.
Shellie, not knowing her son was watching her, smashed her
throbbing clit into the mat, giving a soft cry of delight as she
came. When her ass became still, Jay pounded on his cock in a
frenzy, not knowing that his mother, now that her excitement was
cooling, could hear his gasping breathing. Shellie knew then that
her son had been watching her, and that he was inside the cabin,
jerking off wildly.
She wiggled her ass for his pleasure, opening her thighs so
he could see the bulge of her cunt inside the tight band of her
bikini bottoms. At the same time she lifted up, looking out over
the river. One of her tits showed now, and she listened to her
sonÂąs quick intake of excited breathing.
She shivered in pleasure as she listened to JayÂąs soft grunt
as he came, and then lowered herself back onto the mat, crushing
her tit beneath her, but leaving her long legs open.
Later, almost asleep, she heard the door of the cabin open,
and peeked.
Jay came out and walked to the side of the deck. She watched
him lift the side of his swim trunks and pull his cock out.
Arching his hips forward, he sent a long stream of piss into the
river. Shellie knew her son thought she was asleep, and the
knowledge that he would pull his cock out with her there and take
a piss sent a shudder of pleasure through her. Although she could
not see much of his cock, seeing him piss created a heat inside
her cunt that almost caused her to come again.
Still later, after dark, she prepared a light dinner. Since
she still wore her bikini, she felt her son watching her as she
moved about the small kitchen. She couldnÂąt resist, and, humming
softly, did a few dance steps that made her tight ass moving
suggestively.
Since being on the houseboat, she had allowed her son to
climb into the top bunk before she entered, and had undressed and
pulled her nightgown on in the kitchen or living area. This was
accomplished in the same way tonight, but Shellie wanted to be
with her son badly now.
When her son called out that he was in bed, Shellie pulled
her bikini off and slipped a gown over her naked body. She
switched the lights off, then climbed into the queen-sized bed
beneath her sonÂąs bunk.
Almost immediately, she heard his sheets rustling. As she
listened, she found a rhythm to the sounds.
Knowing her son was jacking off again, Shellie felt her cunt
throb and become wet, her clit bulging out. She slipped her gown
to her waist and, feeling wanton, pushed her sheets to her feet.
If her son looked over the edge of his bunk, he would see her in
the dim light. Shellie stroked her long clit with two fingers,
listening to her son jerking at his cock. She squeezed her
inflamed clit between her thumb and forefinger, and then started
working on it with short jerks.
“Oh, fuck it!” Shellie suddenly gasped.
The rustling above her stopped.
“What did you say, Mom?”
For a moment, Shellie couldnÂąt believe she had said that.
Then she giggled, a throaty, lewd sound.
“I said, fuck it!”
“Mom!”
“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” she hissed, smashing her clit
hard. “I know what youÂąre doing up there, Jay. I can hear what
youÂąre doing, you did it near the window, and youÂąre doing it
again!”
Silence greeted her words.
“Jay, youÂąre jacking off!” she said. “I know youÂąre playing
with your cock, and I know you played with it earlier, looking at
me.”
“Mom, what are you talking about?” Jay asked, his voice
quivering with part fear, part excitement. “IÂąm not doing
anything like that!”
“Bullshit!” Shellie snorted, jumping to her knees and then to
her feet.
She looked over the edge of her sonÂąs bunk, but Jay had
pulled the sheets to his neck when he heard his mother. At the
side of his bunk was a small window, and the full moon seemed to
cast a silvery light right across his crotch. His cock stood up,
tenting the sheet.
With a quick dart of her hand, Shellie pulled the sheet from
her sonÂąs body and saw his cock sticking through the fly of his
shorts. She gasped as she stared at it.
Jay grabbed for the sheet with a surprised gasp, but his
mother tore it from his hands.
“Look at you,” she said, her voice husky. “Lying up here
above me, jacking that cock off! And me … and me …”
Her hand shot out and closed about her sonÂąs cock. Jay
gasped as his mother squeezed his cock hard. He lay stiff and
unmoving, not certain what he was supposed to do. What his mother
said was true, but he didnÂąt know how she knew. He wasnÂąt afraid;
he was just startled by the sudden grab his mother had made on his
cock.
Shellie felt the heat of her sonÂąs cock searing her fist,
felt the throbbing of it. She held his cock as tight as she
could, making moaning sounds, staring at his bulging cockhead in
the shaft of moonlight.
“Oh, God!” she whimpered with excitement.
Her fist moved, slowly upward. Then downward, still slowly.
Up … down.
“Mom, do you know what youÂąre doing?” Jay gasped.
“Yes, damn you,” she groaned. “I know perfectly well what
IÂąm doing. IÂąm jacking your goddamn cock, thatÂąs what IÂąm doing!”
Jay gritted his teeth. His motherÂąs fist wasnÂąt moving very
fast on his cock, but it was going up and down. The sensations
were overwhelming him, and he struggled to remain as still as he
could, not knowing if he should move or not.
Shellie pumped her sonÂąs cock as she stood on her bed, her
pointing tits smashing at the edge of the overhead bunk. Her eyes
were big and round, glassy with increasing desire. The head of
her sonÂąs cock bulged out hotly, her fingers squeezing his prick
very hard. Then she moved her hand downward, and cupped his balls
through his shorts. She pressed at them, squeezing them, and Jay
groaned softly with delight. With a low cry she released his
balls and grasped his cock again.
“Ohhhh, Jay!” she whimpered, racing her fist up and down this
time, holding his cock tightly.
“Mom!”
“Come here,” she said, pulling at his cock. “Jay, climb down
to my bed.”
As her son swung his legs over the bunk, Shellie kept a tight
grip on his cock as if afraid it would disappear. With her
holding his cock, Jay couldnÂąt drop down to her bed. Shellie
brushed her cheek over this thighs as she stared at the hard-on.
Then, before her son knew what she was going to do, Shellie darted
her face to his prick and kissed the head. It was a quick kiss,
right on his piss hole, but it was long enough for Shellie to feel
his moistness, long enough to make her lips tingle, and her clit
to lurch.
“Now, climb down, baby,” she said in a very low, throaty,
voice, turning his cock loose.

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Kristy After School

Kristy After School
“Kristy, honey, could you get the Peterson file for me?” Daddy asked, looking up
from his desk.
“Sure,” I grumbled. I hated working for my dad at the kennel. All my friends got
to run around after school. My dad, on the other hand, thought this would be a
positive experience for me, and insisted that I spend some hours after school
and on the weekends working in the family business. I figure he also had a
secondary motive. Puberty was beginning to influence my twelve year old body, so
my pert titties and rounded hips were just beginning to swell to womanly
proportions. I think he was looking to keep me out of harms way by hiding me
away at the kennel where the local boys couldn’t get into my pants. But I was a
spoiled little girl, and felt I shouldn’t have to take that sort of treatment,
so I was determined to make him pay for that and went out of my way to make
things miserable for him in the only way I knew how.
I swished over to the file cabinet, my short black mini skirt barely covering my
delightfully rounded butt cheeks. Cheerleading and playground activities kept my
body taunt and trim. Wrapped in my swirling mini, the twin apples of my rump
made a bold, firm outline, and yet maintained just enough of what I might call
baby fat to give me a soft and jiggly quality. Add in “cute”, with blondish hair
tied in a pigtail, firm perky, rounded titties, and a pouty, mischievous grin
available on command, well, that was me in a nutshell. I was turning into a
pretty hot, dangerous little package, and was beginning to learn the effect that
had on men.
I grinned to myself. The Peterson file would be in the bottom drawer, so I had
an excellent opportunity to tease my daddy. I purposely bent at the waist so
that my short skirt rode up high over my hips and butt, exposing my secret
girlish charms to plain sight. The sheer cotton material of my tight little pink
panties snugged thong-like up into the crack of my ass. As I had hoped, the
panty crotch twisted, bunched, and slipped neatly between the pouty hairless
lips of my ripe, plump cunt mound, splitting my humid, pink folds and exposing
them to my daddy’s view. Framed between my creamy white thighs, my bald little
pussy muffin stuck out below my skirt, shamelessly presented. I was reminded of
the actions of our female dogs in heat, the way they would strut about, tail in
the air, rubbing their loins in the snout of any and all male dogs they could
find. What would my daddy do, I wondered, if I simply backed up to him and
pressed my rump in his face, sliding my sweet little twat all around and leaving
his stern expression smeared with my warm, tasty juices? Probably have a heart
attack right on the spot!
Reaching for the requested file, I wiggled my ass for effect, and stifled a
groan of delight as the undies rode through my pudgy little twat, grinding and
rubbing across my stiffening clit. Already I could sense my pussy begin to
moisten, and felt the wadded cotton crotch soak up my slippery wetness. I
sniffed the air – the musky smell of my oozing virgin fuck slot was
unmistakable. The irresistible pheromones of my snug tender pussy filled the
room. I knew the hot scent of my buttery preteen vagina would work its charms on
any male nearby, and yet my daddy’s huge cock could find no satisfaction. He was
a moral, family man and I knew he would fight off the animal urge to fuck his
dick into his baby girl’s quivering pink folds. It was a delightful, no risk
game for me to play. I grinned as another gush of my warm pussy lube turned my
panty crotch into a sweltering, sloppy mess. I clamped my legs together, worried
that my abundant wetness would begin dripping down my thighs. I would soon have
to thoroughly finger fuck myself to work off my growing arousal, but it was well
worth it if I could torment my daddy in the process.
From behind me, I had apparently gotten the desired effect, as I heard a quiet
groan from Daddy, who shifted uncomfortably behind his desk, adjusting the
almost perpetual hard on which I delighted in causing him. Concealed in his
pants, daddy had a huge cock. His erections always bulged fiercely, and must
have been terribly painful to keep confined. I figured he wouldn’t be able to
take many more weeks of this, and by summer, I would be out of a job and back
with my friends.
“Got that nice stiff bone on for your little girl’s juicy twat, Daddy?” I
thought smugly to myself. “Gosh, whatever will we do about that? Tough! Live
with it.” But by the time I turned around from the file cabinet, I had wiped the
grin off my face and politely handed him the Peterson file. Daddy pretended to
be absorbed in his paperwork, but I could feel his eyes intently focused on my
soft young body as he sneaked a glance over the top of his file. Pretending to
be unaware of his lustful, piercing gaze, I made a further show of it. Under the
pretense of biting a troublesome nail, I sensuously sucked on the tip of my
finger and stared off into space. My other hand seemed to absent-mindedly slip
under the hem of my little dress and tugged my moist, twisted panties out of the
clefts of my butt and pussy. I snagged one of the elastic leggings, pulled and
then released. In the quiet of the office, the resulting “snap” as it seated
itself back against my firm rump flesh was unmistakable. Barely covered from
Daddy’s prying eyes, my finger caressed across the protruding mound of my cotton
covered puss, coming away with a sample of my slippery girl dew which had seeped
into the panty crotch. Daddy’s chair creaked and groaned as he shifted again,
his raging erection trapped in his pants and obviously putting him in quite a
state of discomfort. I nearly let a giggle escape, but that would have spoiled
the game.
I quieted myself by trading fingers in my mouth, discretely slipping my sticky
finger into my red-rouged lips and savoring the warm shimmering coating. Nothing
sweeter than preteen pussy, so they say, even if it is your own. I was struck
with the urge to sneak into the bathroom, slip out of my panties and suck my
juices out of the gooey cotton crotch. However, I resisted for now. They would
stay warm and sticky for some time to come, and sometimes Daddy left work early,
leaving me to lock up and do whatever other business I could better do in
complete privacy. Then I could hop naked into Daddy’s favorite office chair – a
large leather high back swivel model – and dig my fingers into my syrupy pink
slit. I loved to cum in Daddy’s chair, smearing my dripping pussy all over the
expensive Italian leather. After numerous sessions, I had permanently marked it
as my territory, the smell of the fine upholstery now mixed with the scent of my
girl cum, soaked repeatedly into the stuffing.
“Aren’t you cold in here, with ah… that outfit? Daddy asked, unable to keep
his eyes from being drawn to the erect points of my nipples which showed quite
clearly through my thin cutoff shirt. Of course I was cold, the tattered bottom
of the shirt thrust outward by the firm twin globes of my growing titties,
leaving an ample amount of bare midriff. However, a mild chill in the air always
perked my nipples into erect little bullets, and I knew the sight of such
delightfully suckable nubs perched so proudly on my plump, ripening breasts was
driving him slowly insane. This was all part of my daily teasing and torment of
my daddy, so I made it a point to never wear a bra at work, and whenever
possible, put as much bounce and jiggle in my step as I could get away with.
“Oh no, not at all.” I lied in an innocent baby doll voice. “I guess I’m just a
hot blooded little girl..”
“Yes, well, I guess so.” He stammered. “Well, I err… I have to stop off on the
way home from work and get some supplies. Could you please could finish up
feeding the dogs for me and then lock up? Thanks Sweety.” His right hand, hidden
under the desk, groped at his rigid cock and adjusted its position. He rose
awkwardly from his desk, and hurriedly gathered his things, his pants doing
little to conceal his large, painful erection, or the tell-tale wet spot of
precum which often stained his pants after a few hours of my relentless teasing.
I ran my soft pink tongue over my lips and wished him a nice trip home. As he
walked stiffly out the front door, I turned my attention to the work at hand –
feeding time. The quicker I got on that, the faster I would be out of here.
I started with the pack of large male dogs we kept penned up in the first
kennel. I stepped into the roomlike cage and carefully latched the door behind
me. The dogs seemed more excited than usual, even for feeding time. I thought
nothing of it however, setting the heavy bag of feed on the floor and proceeded
to tear it open.
“Hey! Look out dammit!” I shouted in protest as the gang of dogs closed in and
knocked the bag over in their frenzy. Grumbling, I squatted down, trying to
collect the mess into a pile before the pack spread it all over the pen. To my
surprise however, they didn’t pay any attention to the spilled pile of dog food
on the floor. Instead, they seemed just seemed happy to see me, closing in from
all sides, whining and rubbing up against me. Then I felt a furry snout slip
between my legs and brush up against my crotch. His cold nose pressed into my
panties and then he licked me through the thin cotton material, asshole to clit
in one long swipe I yelped in surprise and lashed out with my hand, feigning the
indignant outrage of a schoolgirl just felt up. The fiend quickly dodged in
retreat, and I felt my honor had been satisfied. However, that situation just
barely resolved, another furry muzzle probed my crotch, this time from behind.
Still squatting, I swiped at him, but caught only air. Several other dogs
pressed in.
Giggling at this game, I sought to maintain my modesty, grabbing the hem of my
mini skirt, trying to tuck it inward and cover myself from their rude advances.
However, it was far to short to provide any degree of protection, so I started
to stand up. Suddenly there was a tugging at my skirt. One of the dogs had
latched onto the material and thrashed his head back and forth. Not yet filled
out to womanly dimensions, my hips lacked sufficient swell to tightly seat that
article of clothing and resist the downward force. In a half crouch, my hands
shot to my waistline in an attempt to catch the slipping material. I was too
late. The skirt was tugged off and finally caught, about halfway down my legs.
The little mini wrapped around my knees and tangled me up like a small straight
jacket. I stumbled forward, dropping to my hands and knees. The dogs followed me
down, closing in. I tried to stand, but found myself trapped and snared. In
moving forward, several members of the dog pack now stood firmly on the mini
skirt, which pinned my knees to the floor.
“Stop it!” I protested, but only half heartedly. One of the few things that I
did enjoy about my job was rough-housing around with the larger dogs. I giggled
childishly and tried to push them away, but they closed right back in. My panty
clad rump swayed in the air as I laughed and wriggled on the floor, trying to
squirm out of the tangle of my skirt which held me pinned. With my knees wrapped
tightly together, I had a poor stance for maintaining my balance. My playful
thrashing about threw me off, and a gentle nudge by one of the dogs behind me
was all it took to send me sprawling awkwardly to the floor of the kennel. With
a playful bark and growl, the dog who had initiated my disrobing lunged for the
mini skirt. Freed of my weight, it slipped the rest of the way down my legs and
was tugged off my feet in a few quick jerks. Pleased with his prize, the doggy
trotted off to a secluded corner of the pen and proceeded to busy himself by
nuzzling the crotch area of the skirt. Meanwhile, I lay sprawled, spread-eagle
on the floor as the remainder of the pack pranced around above me. Again, I felt
their cold furry snouts investigate my panties.
Now, I might be a blonde, but even I managed to figure out at this point that
they had taken an interest in the distinctly female odor issuing from my juicy
panties. I was so dewy wet, you didn’t need sophisticated canine senses to pick
up the musky smell of my female pheromones. Hot young girl pussy was in the air,
even I could smell it. I found the scent of myself in heat very exciting, so the
effect my wafting twat was having on this pack of dogs was understandable. As I
lay prone, wet furry snouts pushed into my cotton clad crotch from above and
behind, probing, licking my pussy through the moistening material. Others
squirmed and prodded at the taunt elastic around my thighs, seeking to sneak
inside along that route. A cold nose pried between my quivering butt cheeks and
pressed firmly against my puckered anus. The dog snorted with delight, and a
puff of warm air caressed the opening to my rectum through my panties. I
shivered in response, and felt my puckered asshole blossom open. The snouts in
my crotch pressed in harder, slurping at my gooey panties, but realizing that
the tastier treasure of my plump pussy mound lay concealed just beyond. Growling
noises of frustration were uttered as the pack tried in vain to find a way past
the persistent panty barrier and into my irresistible honeypot. Perhaps I should
have taken notice of the growing sense of urgency which was whipping the dog
pack into a lustful frenzy, but all that delightful licking and probing in my
loins had dulled my sense of reason. Besides, I was just an innocent little
twelve year old girl, flushed with the onset of pubescent urges, and didn’t
really have an understanding of the situation I was creating.
Anyway, I could have gotten up right then and there and put a stop to this, but
something in me said that all this licking and attention on my pussy was too
good to pass up. Surely their talented tongues could lick me to a far more
delightful orgasm than I could ever achieve with just my fingers stuffed up my
twat. After teasing my daddy all day, I was pretty hot and bothered, and in
desperate need of some relief. Decision made, I scrambled up onto my hands and
knees and arched my back, sticking my creamy white rump up high in the air. My
panties snugged tight across my pubic mound as I spread my knees wide, trying to
give the dogs easy access to my covered, juicy pussy. A shiver of excitement
coursed through me as they went to work, licking and sucking at my tasty pink
briefs and the bald plump rise of my leaky pussy hidden underneath. My loins
began to twitch and pussy lube dripped out of my slit, feeding my puppies. I
knew that a warm, sticky cumming would soon be at hand.
A short shriek escaped me as my rump got nipped in the frenzy. At first I
thought it was just a case of over excitement, but a second nip on the ass
followed, proving that the first was no accident. This was followed by a ripping
sound. Looking back behind me, I saw a black husky – the one we called Max,
looking proud as could be, with a thin shredded strip of my pink panties
dangling from his mouth. There was a brief silence as the pack paused. Max had
found a way to breach the hated panties and a few of the other dogs seemed to
pick up on the idea. I took a few more nips on the ass and cunt mound as the
pack attacked my cotton undies, but held my ground, sensing it would be
worthwhile. In less than a minute the remains of my underwear hung in wet
tattered ribbons, no longer a barrier to the prying snouts of the dog pack.
Exposed to their intent gazes, I felt my loins quiver with anticipation as my
moist, ruffled pussy lips unfurled, revealing the wet tasty pinkness inside. The
next level of play had begun. I knelt there, exposed and defenseless before the
dog pack. Just how much so, I would only come to realize later on in the night.
The excited pack milled around like puppies at feeding time. Except today the
menu was different. Today the house special was preteen virgin pussy, served up
in a sauce of warm sticky cunt juice, and a side order of tender, puckered
asshole, all garnished on a bed of ripped pink panties. The raw scent wafting
from the humid slippery depths of my vagina beckoned them, and their long wet
tongues washed over my crotch. My rump was soon slavered with doggy saliva. Max
attacked my cunt with great enthusiasm, somewhat like a dog trying to lick the
remains of the peanut butter out of a jar. He pressed his snout deep into my
crotch, and his rough tongue explored my silky puss. A second dog attended to my
double penetration, slurping between my firm creamy rump cheeks, and zeroing in
on my pink rectal gate. With his persistent effort, and my efforts to relax
myself, he had managed to pry open the puckered rosette of my anus, and was
giving my clutching rectum a wet, oral treatment. The twin doggy tongues rimmed
my love portals, pleasuring me beyond all description. I shrieked again, but
this time in delight, as I came with an intensity I had never before
experienced. Cunt cream flooded out of my pussy, driving Max into a frenzy. I
reached back with both hands and pried my muscular butt cheeks apart, wanting to
get their snouts as deep in me as they could go. The two doggy tongues worked
frantically, digging deep into my pussy and asshole. My hips pumped
involuntarily as I gasped for breath. I finished off my first healthy cum, and
was well on my way to a second helping. I was in orgasm heaven.
I suppose I should have realized that I was being selfish, but I was caught up
in the excitement of the moment. I felt like a queen with a troop of servants at
my beck and call for my pleasure. Down on my knees, surrounded by this pack of
friendly dogs, I would have been content to have them tongue fuck me up the cunt
and ass, twat juice and doggie spit running down my smooth, silky thighs until I
had cum to my satisfaction. The pack however had other ideas, and would see to
it that they’re own satisfaction would be paid in full.
The big husky pulled his snout out of my churning twat, and nipped at the second
dog whose tongue was so delightfully servicing my anus. With a wet slurp his
long tongue withdrew, and both my fuck holes stood empty. I groaned in
frustration.
“Come on Max,” I cooed, swiveling my hips lewdly. “Suck my little pussy dry.
Come on, doggy yummies!”
My fingers began to creep upwards along the insides of my thighs, almost
unconsciously. If these stupid dogs wouldn’t finish the job they started, I knew
that digging a finger or two into my buttery pussy, (and yes, maybe even easing
a couple into the slippery confines of my hot little rectum – although I’d never
tried that before) would do the trick. However, I never got the chance…
The first hint I had of Max’s inclinations was when he reared up and mounted me.
I was shocked at this unexpected turn of events and tried to escape him,
crawling forward on the floor. I felt his rigid penis prodding at my groin as he
wrapped his front paws around my chest. I realized then the meaning of the
position I had assumed. I had presented myself submissively before the large
powerful animal and pressed my juicing little girl cunt onto his snout – the
classic actions of a needful doggy in heat. The message was clear – this bitch
wanted cock! The large husky had never taken a preteen schoolgirl before, but
surely my sticky twat was a good as any doggy pussy, so his reaction to mount
and fuck me raw was only natural.
This realization however would help me little now. At that point I was already
trapped, locked in the clamp of his powerful grip, but my terror of the pending
canine rape kept me struggling. My game had gone terribly awry. Crying little
girl tears, I twisted and bucked, trying to squirm out from underneath him as he
humped me, his steely shaft trying to score the opening to my tight, dodging
pussy. His forepaws slid further up my back, seeking to better control me. My
cut-off shirt was dragged upward and my rounded titties flopped free. My taunt
rump cheeks and hanging breasts jiggled with each of his impacting, misaimed
thrusts. His cockhead dragged across my cunt mound, often coming dangerously
close to achieving that terrifying penetration, but then I would twist away,
delaying the inevitable.
Max finally grew tired of this game. Although he heard my cries of distress,
begging him to stop, the irresistible scent of my cunt in heat, and my splayed,
defenseless position beneath him was all the permission he needed. Max had taken
plenty of reluctant bitches in his past, all better fighters than myself. As a
trembling twelve year old girl, already pinned on her hand and knees, I really
should have realized that my struggles would be in vain. I cursed the tattered
remains of my pink panties, no longer able to protect my tight little virgin
pussy, poised before him. I tried to wrestle him off of me, but Max had had
enough. A snarl in my ear, followed by a quick nip on the neck was all the
warning I needed. I don’t think it even drew blood, but it halted my struggles
all the same. The husky was a very powerful animal, and I was at his mercy. It
was quite clear then that Max would tolerate no disobedience from his bitch. My
fight was over. He was in control and I knew I was helpless to stop him.
I sobbed in resignation, tears running down my cheeks as readied myself for my
violation. Shivering in fear, I knew I had no choice. Some animal instinct took
over. I spread my knees in open invitation and arched my back, submissively
offering myself to him. Thrust backwards below my rump, my pussy lips opened
like a flower in anticipation of his dog cock. Satisfied with my act of
submission, Max calmed his frantic pace. He leaned heavily on my back, adjusting
his stance for maximum effect. I felt the hot tip of his prick brushing the
outer folds of my mound, teasing me, and warning me of his impending entry.
Still sobbing, I dropped my head and looked backwards between my legs. I gasped.
A new shock of terror convulsed through my body. I felt my cunt and twitching
asshole protectively clamp shut! His cock was huge! Monsterous! For all my
teasing, I was still a virgin, and couldn’t imagine taking even a portion of
that massive prick into my tight cherry twat. It was all of twelve inches in
length and easily as thick as my wrist. The cock was rock hard, fully erect,
sticking straight out under his furry belly. His large balls hung below, round
and full. It had been a long time since we had sent Max out for stud services,
so I knew that a massive load of cum churned in his bag. His cocked swayed
slowly back and forth, hinting of its impressive weight. Rigid and red, dripping
with precum, it was a fearsome weapon to have aimed at a young girl’s snug
virgin pussy. This rape would surely be more than my body could withstand!
“No Max, No! Please…Bad doggy.” I called out, attempting to reason with him.
“You’re way too big for me. My little pussy can’t…Please don’t…don’t fuck
me.” I wanted to squirm away from his savage cock, somehow escape his raping
prick, but fear of punishment kept me rooted in place, submissively powerless to
stop my deflowering by this huge, ruthless dog.
Anyway, Max , was not a dog to be reasoned with. More gently than I had
expected, he maneuvered his massive prick in line with my crotch and inserted
the tip between the hairless lips of my wet dripping cunt.
I sobbed some more tears of fear and humiliation as my pussy lips parted to
admit him. His narrow tip quickly gave way to the full girth of his invading
shaft, and the true scale of his massive size became obvious. I don’t know how
my twat stretched to suck him in, but I was sure my snug sticky puss had no more
left to give. Almost as if he sensed my fear, he gently but forcefully pressed
himself in. Head down, I watched in amazement as my cunt opened ever more to
stretch around his large organ. This was the first real penetration into my pink
little girl depths and I was understandably frightened.
His shaft slowly pressed into me. My bald pussy mound flared and bulged
obscenely in all directions, and I cried out. It started as a scream of pain and
fear, but as his shaft gracefully eased into my clutching vaginal tunnel, it
transformed to a lustful squeal of delight. He was only part of the way in and I
was stuffed! I spread my legs to try to better accommodate his huge size, but
there was little to be done about that. A serious case of ten pounds of sugar in
a five pound bag. He slowly pushed up against my cherry and stopped, uncertain.
The rest of the kennel was draped in a strange silence. All creatures there
waited, unsure of what would happen next.
I however was now quite clear on what I wanted. Panting just like one of the
dogs, a frenzy of fuck lust had overcome me. No longer a victim of an invasive
rape, the huge pulsing cock in my virgin twat had transformed me into an eager,
shameless whore. I realized that I wanted this dog fuck as much as Max did, and
the experience would be incomplete and unsatisfying until I took him balls deep
into my clutching fuck hole. In one sharp motion I lunged backwards. The large
husky’s shaft broke through my virgin barrier and his massive cock spiked up to
the hilt in my pussy in one smooth motion. Max howled with delight and I really
understood for the first time the power my silky pussy could hold over a male.
The pain of my cherry being taken was washed away by the wonderful feeling of
fullness. My hot twat convulsed around the length of his massive shaft as I
came. I bucked and writhed underneath the big husky as he patiently waited for
me to regain my composure. My pussy squirted and then dribbled cream in long
stringy strands on the floor and I was crying with anticipation for the fucking
I knew Max would now give me.
“Fuck me Max! Slam your huge dog cock into me!” I yelled, not caring if some
passerby might overhear. I was on the verge of howling like a bitch in heat and
little details like the possibility of being discovered on my hands and knees,
taking a savage dog fucking was up the twat didn’t concern me in least at this
point.
The large husky caught my enthusiasm. Wrapping his forepaws tightly around my
ribcage, he went into action. Gritting my teeth against the jarring impacts, I
gasped with mindless delight as he hammered his massive cock in and out of my
twat. My rump cheeks quivered and my tits slapped back and forth under my
ribcage, keeping time with his savage fuck thrusts. My cunt lips shamelessly
dragged at his prick on the outstroke and joyfully welcomed his return as he
lanced back into my steamy depths. A burning friction caught fire in my pussy as
his full length strokes cycled in and out of me with increasing speed. He
hammered me over and over until it all became one big cunt stuffing blur of
events. I tried to tweak my nipples and reach back to rub my well stuffed pussy,
but that proved impossible. Max’s driving thrusts were so powerful that I nearly
lost my balance. I repositioned my hands on the smooth concrete floor and braced
myself. My only task, it seemed, in this event was to provide a steady platform
for my doggy master as he pounded himself over and over again into my sweet
little pussy. He had incredible stamina and I lost all track of time during our
coupling. I came again as he plunged his steel like rod into me deeper than ever
before and then held himself in that position, a prelude to the next event.
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To my amazement, I felt his prick begin to swell to even larger proportions than
before, and then realized that what I was feeling was his knot expanding to tie
us together. It grew and grew, stretching my well reamed cunt tunnel to
unbelievable new dimensions. I cried and squirmed and bucked underneath him,
attempting to dislodge his powerful cock from my cunt, but to no avail. Max was
quite experienced at controlling lustful but reluctant bitches at this critical
juncture and also outweighed me by an easy 30 pounds. My struggles proved
hopelessly futile. I screamed as he reached his maximum size, his obscenely huge
knot prying me open. I didn’t even dare to look down behind me, for fear that
the sight of myself would cause me to feint dead away. I knew though, that my
over stuffed cunt mound now bulged between my legs. Tied to my master with a
softball sized knot up my twat, my once virginal folds would be stretched beyond
belief. I could only prey that it wasn’t permanent. Then my ruffled cunt lips
fluttered and snugged down around the base of his knot, hugging him and trapping
him within me. He was locked in the steamy wet clutches of my silky pussy and
would not be dismounted until he had pumped his bitch full to the brim with a
burning load of dog cum.
The depths of my twat trembled with anticipation as I accepted my fate. I pushed
backwards against him, wanting every inch of him in me when he shot. His
breathing became harsh and rapid. Then, with a powerful jet, he blasted his
scalding doggy cum into my womb. Gush after gush hosed into me as my body
reacted of its own accord. I came once again, and my cunt clamped down on his
huge pulsing dog cock. The muscles in my twat rippled, milking him, greedily
sucking every drop of hot sticky cum out of him. He pumped into me, his prick
pulsing and squirting, draining the load in his pent up balls and firing it deep
into my little body.
Finally it was over. We both shivered with delight. His huge knot, swelled up to
form a perfect seal in my twat, maintained its massive size and perfect fit. To
the large Husky, I was no different than any other bitch, so the knot kept us
tied, ensuring that his hot load of sticky seed would find its mark. With my
pussy stuffed full of doggy cock, and his hot cum bubbling in my womb, I giggled
at the thought. Little Kristy, knocked up, pregnant in a tragic case of doggy
rape. They would have to send me off to live with Aunt Emma until I delivered
the puppies. I gave another little schoolgirl giggle as my twat lips, spread as
they were, rippled and fluttered around his staggering girth.
I was exhausted from the ordeal, but waited patiently for Max to release me.
Finally he was finished with his little fuck toy and his huge knot subsided. He
dragged his semi-erect cock out of my soggy pussy with a long, wet slurp. The
cool air of the kennel caressed my crotch and I didn’t even need to look to know
that my cunt was a gaping hole, stretched well beyond its normal limits by the
husky’s incredible size. Still on my hands and knees, I panted, trying to catch
my breath as my lover’s hot cum drained out of me. It poured from my open pussy
lips, first in heavy drips, and then in a steady trickle, puddling on the
concrete floor between my knees. I was too tired and satisfied to even move, so
I just knelt there, basking in the afterglow.
Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on me, nearly knocking me flat. A large German
shepherd had bounded onto my back, mounting me now that Max had used me to his
satisfaction. A shock ran through my body. I hadn’t thought of what would happen
after the big husky was done with me. There were nine other dogs in this large
cage and, to all indications, they all now expected breeding rights. Each would
mount me in turn, according to the pecking order of the pack. I couldn’t
possibly fuck each and every one. Why, Max alone had reamed me to my very
limits, leaving my little pussy sore and bruised. I scrambled across the floor
in a desperate attempt to escape the pending doggy gang bang. The German
shepherd however was having none of that. He growled and nipped at my shoulder,
just as Max had done. Apparently, bitch control was a natural instinct,
perfected by eons of evolution. He issued a loud bark, which broke the silence
of the cage. Again, the warning was clear: Be quiet and take it, whore. I had
become the pack’s bitch, and would be punished severely if I tried to deny even
one of them my sweet little girlish slit. If I obeyed, however, I could expect
to escape with just a massive raping.
Always a fast learner, I ceased my struggles and once again arched my back in
obedience. Perhaps I have a bit of a submission kink, but his authoritative bark
was irresistible. I froze in place and then, shamelessly, I eagerly offered my
open pussy to the twitching cock of the German shepherd. He sunk his meat into
my hairless sticky twat in a single thrust. I grunted, and took him like the
whore that I had instantly become. At the dog’s single command, my pussy was
doing all the thinking, and it wanted more dog cum shot deep into its silky pink
depths. I had become a slave to the desires of my cock hungry slit.
Gray, the German shepherd who had mounted me, didn’t have quite as large a cock
as old Max did. It was still impressive by any normal standards, right at ten
inches long and just a bit smaller than my wrist. But what could he do that Max
hadn’t already accomplished? As he slipped into my dribbling pussy, I tried to
clamp down on him and milk his prick in the silky grip of my cunt. As long as I
had no choice in the matter, I reasoned, I might as well give my doggy lover the
best fucking I could. Gray shafted in and out of my sloppy twat for several
minutes, but it was no use. Max had reamed me out so savagely and for so long,
that, for the moment, I had nothing left to give. Had the big German shepherd
waited a while, I could have recovered, and given him a proper fucking. In my
current state, I was going to be a pretty poor lay for my new lover.
Gray growled in frustration. He was a proud dog, and not accustomed to fucking
loose, sloppy twat. Maybe he even thought that something had gone awry, perhaps
that he had mistakenly slipped his cock only between my legs, thus accounting
for the lack of tightness and satisfaction. Whatever the reason, he withdrew,
and adjusted his position on my back. I thought for a moment that he might have
given up, but then the intent of his new mounting position became quite clear.
Wet and slippery from its brief stay in my pussy, Gray positioned the tip of his
big cock against the clutched pucker of my anus and began to push.
I squealed in protest! Oh, now this was too much! Unable to admit even to myself
how much I had really enjoyed the stern fucking that Max had given me, I
couldn’t even imagine having to take it up the ass from the second dog in the
pack. I started to twist away, but a warning growl from the German shepherd
served to remind me of the earlier nip on the shoulder. It seemed I really had
no choice in the matter. If Gray so chose, he would fuck his bitch up the ass. I
was just his fuck hole, simple as that.
My only chance I thought, would be to deny him access. His large cock pressured
against the opening to my bunghole even as I clamped down my sphincter to close
him out. It was a standoff for about a minute, with Gray trying all sorts of
angles and positions and me straining to keep him from slipping his eager cock
up my rectum. However, in the end, my own body betrayed me. The hot tip of his
prick teased my tightly clenched rectal pucker. I felt the gateway of my little
bunghole begin to twitch and pulse in response to the stimulation. Again, I
began to cry as I realized the truth. I had considered myself a helpless victim
in all this, but my body’s reactions again showed what a little fuck slut I
truly had become. Against my wishes, I felt my asshole pulse and shiver, and I
knew that soon lose control. Involuntarily, I rolled my hips upward to present
myself at the ideal angle for my rectal penetration. At the same time, I felt
shudders begin to ripple continuously up and down along my anal tract. With each
pulse, my control over my traitorous bunghole slipped a little more. Then the
star like opening of my virgin shitter fluttered and relaxed, flowering open
before the seeking tip of Grey’s huge dog cock. My bunghole kissed his prick and
then welcomed him inside. He wasted no time in pressing his advantage. The
smooth walls of my shit socket warmly sucked at his raping cock. He snuck just
an inch or so inside, patiently allowing my clutching rear to adjust to his
large buttfucking girth. Beaten, I abandoned my struggles, knowing that I no
longer really had a chance now that he had gained entry into my rear love
portal.
“Please Grey, be gentle…you’re the first up my butt.” I begged in a soft
little girl voice, hoping to calm his natural aggression. However, I knew I had
no input on the matter. The dog would fuck me up the ass, a slow sensual screw,
or a savage, agonizing rape, the choice was his alone. I was completely
dominated, by him, and by the rest of the waiting dog pack. I didn’t fully
understand it at the time, but a delightful shudder trembled my young body.
Ever submissive in defeat, I dutifully spread my knees, splaying my firm butt
cheeks wide. The large German shepherd rode me with repeated, powerful lunges,
forcing a grunt from me with each thrust. I was extremely tight, and his massive
prick encountered much resistance as it hammered up my tender rear. However,
with each jolt, another inch or so of hot dog cock was punched up my virgin ass.
Then I felt his hairy legs against the back of my thighs, and I knew I was fully
taken. I gasped a sob of humiliation as Grey simply held himself still, shafted
up me to the hilt. The trembling opening to my ass caressed the base of his
cock, like a sensual deep throat kiss. He jostled around on my back, readying
his stance. My vision blurred as my eyes teared. I was impaled on a large dog
cock, and the fucking up my virgin ass was about to begin.
Fortunately, the German shepherd’s cock was coated with the slippery juices
which still dripped from my pussy. A warm slick mixture of cunt cream and dog
cum now lubricated my back passage. That would help to ease the passage of the
dog’s big prick.. Gray started slowly, dragging his cock out of my bung until
nothing but the tip remained inside. The friction caused by his single out
stroke sent a wave of heat through my anal tunnel. Devoid of his prick, my
rectal tube sought to shrink back to its normal size. Then a strange feeling of
satisfying fullness overcame me as his thick hot dog cock was then slowly
stuffed back up my tender backside. Tired and frightened as I was, I was
surprised to find the sensation somewhat pleasurable.
Suddenly the nerves around my pink, widely splayed bunghole flared and my anal
pucker twitched to life. Gray shafted his meat up the dark depths of my asshole
and I cried out with lust. I had never before even masturbated my anus, and the
sensations I was feeling now were beyond belief. Not that I had a world of
experience, but a huge dog cock up the butt was so different than a vaginal
fucking. Somehow all the sensations were amplified. As the German shepherd’s
cock drew out on the backstroke, my imagination increased its length many fold.
Out and out it slid, each vein and ripple on his huge prick gently caressing the
sensitive skin of my tight anal hole. He reached his maximum point of withdrawal
and paused for effect, with only the tip of his thick red tool held in the warm
grasping tube of my tender rectum. I sobbed with anticipation. My self esteem
was slipping quickly as I realized the depths to which I had sunk. In a just few
wonderful strokes of his beautiful prick, my doggy lover had transformed me into
his butt-fuck whore. All that mattered now was to get his huge dog cock deep in
my ass, and I would do whatever it took to satisfy my anal hunger.
“Fuck me!” I hissed through clenched teeth, begging for it. “Fuck me up the
ass!”
I dropped my face to the floor and steadied my rump high in the air, desperately
needing his cock to refill the hungry void up my rectum. He teased me, remaining
motionless for a moment, perhaps to remind me who was in charge. I wiggled my
ass, hoping to encourage him into resuming my fucking. Still he paused, savoring
the way my anus clutched and sucked at the tip of his embedded cock. I began to
fear that he might withdraw and dismount me, leaving me with no way to satisfy
my new found lust. But then my doggy lover rewarded me with exactly what I
craved. Face down in the kennel, I clawed at the cement floor with my fingers in
blind ecstasy as Gray drove the length of his massive prick up my slick
trembling rectal hole I shrieked in mindless passion, my breath coming in short,
ragged bursts. I bucked upward with my hips to meet his savage assault. His
furry balls snugged up against my pussy, tickling my lips, and I knew that I had
him hilted. Ten inches of hot, thick dog cock realigned my rectal tunnel. I
gripped him with my sphincters, rippling my anal muscles along the length of his
powerful shaft. I released him and he withdrew, teasingly slow. My body jolted
as he down stroked savagely, forcing himself, knot deep, into my clutching
bowels once again. Over my swiveling hips, he slowly began to cycle, in and out,
a heavenly anal violation.
I couldn’t help myself – I screamed as a stunningly powerful orgasm ripped
through my empty twat. I always tended to experience a nice drippy juicing when
I cum, but this time, silky pussy cream practically sprayed from my twitching
cunt. My warm girly sauce bubbled and flowed from my gaping fuckslot, as a
seemingly endless supply of my sweet cunt butter melted from my soft pink folds.
I flailed and bucked in a raging passion, restrained only by Grey’s powerful
forelegs, and counterpinned by his beautiful cock up my ass.
Encouraged, Grey’s pace rapidly increased. At first I tried to match the German
shepherd stroke for stroke, thrusting my hips upward to greedily accept his
meaty thrusts. A rhythmic padding sound filled the kennel, my firm white rump
cheeks slapping against his groin. It didn’t take long however, for him to
completely overwhelm my ability to keep up. Soon all I could do was kneel there
on the cold concrete floor, with my ass held high and my butt cheeks spread,
taking every inch of red hot dog cock that Gray had to offer. In and out he
pummeled me, always taking those long, full strokes which he seemed to know I
enjoyed. By the time he was nearing completion, I had pretty much lost all sense
of reality. I was shrieking and crying as orgasm after orgasm shattered through
the walls of my cunt. My pussy dripped and gushed its shimmery girl cum
shamelessly and a raging ball of heat blazed in my ass. I don’t know if its
possible for me to have an anal orgasm, but that’s sure as hell what it felt
like. Purely on reflex now, I could feel my anal muscles rippling and gripping
at the driving doggy cock. The floor beneath my face was wet as I drooled in
anticipation of the pumping of steaming dog cum up my ass. I lost almost all
control of my body. The only thing of importance was to hold my position for my
ass fucking. My bladder released and hot girl piss shot from my cunt. Battered
as my pussy was, it felt like a very sloppy pissing. Perhaps the tattered,
tangled remains of my cum filled panties got in the way and also contributed to
the mess. Anyway, I hosed myself all over the furry legs of the bucking German
shepherd, which did nothing to slow his staggering pace. A second burst of my
bitch piss lanced out to spray his dangling balls on a deep instroke, matting
his crotch hairs flat. Then I simply gushed all over myself with a thick stream
of urine which flowed down both thighs and puddled between my legs. The warmth
felt good, and I imagined it was a huge load of hot sticky dog cum, shot all
over my quivering backside.
I do remember the moment I felt his knot begin to swell. He pressed himself
tightly up against me, flatting out my rounded ass cheeks, and exploring even
deeper depths of my straining bunghole. Abandoning myself to the sensation, I
held perfectly still, not wanting to do anything to spoil the moment. The knot
swelled inside my anal opening, and I prepared myself for a load of dog sperm up
the ass. Just as an experiment, I shifted my hips to test the quality of our
tie. Gray seemed unconcerned, as I should have been. The knot up my asshole was
huge! I should have realized from the incredible pressure in my rectum that
there was no way to break our tie and expel his massive cock from my ass prior
to the critical moment. Gray scrambled on my back for purchase as I felt his
prick swell and then pulse. A grunt escaped my lips as I felt the first of many
hot wads of dog spunk rocket into my bowels. His cock pumped and pumped, filling
me with his sticky cum. I swear I could feel it coat my bowels and fill up my
anal cavity. My German shepherd lover had a lot to offer. I would have thought
that the seal of the knot up my ass was nearly perfect, but Gray pumped so much
hot cum up my ass, that it began to overflow out of rectum. That was only
natural, I supposed, given that his huge cock had me stuffed so full that there
was little room for all that stuff to go. Warm rivulets of doggy cum bubbled out
of the imperfect seal between my anus and his still rigid prick and ran down the
cheeks of my rump. We must have stayed tied for about half an hour before Gray’s
knot finally began to whither. Often I would think that he must nearly be done,
but then he or I would shift ever so slightly and his cock would once again
pulse and jerk in my clutching anal grip. Finally I was able to relax my ass
muscles enough for his shrinking knot to withdraw. Although my pussy had
somewhat regained its original form, my once tight and puckered asshole now
stood reamed out and open. I could imagine how it looked, a gaping hole, red
from the friction of the prolonged fucking, and coated with a thick glaze of
drying doggy cum. I sighed with tired satisfaction.
A sharp yap and yelp of defeat brought me back to my senses. Max was back, and
so was his huge erection. He was lining up on me for a second mounting, but
suddenly, with a snarl and a bark, a confrontation broke out. The black husky,
apparently the dominate one in the pack, wanted another crack at me. His huge
cock stood hard and at the ready, and he wanted some more of his bitch. The
other dogs were up in protest. Not all of the entire pack had yet had their
first chance to fuck me, and here the big husky was already going for seconds.
Aside from not being fair, it was as if the rest of the pack seemed to know that
if Max got a second chance to get his monster cock in me, I would be too loose
and reamed out, spoiling the enjoyment for the rest of them. My pussy, although
beginning to recover, was still gaping open and dripping., and for the moment,
my cavernous asshole was more or less beyond use, pleasurable now only for the
larger dogs.
It was touch and go for a while, and threatened to break out into a full pack
brawl. Max got in a few good bites, and sent several of his opponents slinking
off with their tails tucked, but in the end he finally backed down in the face
of the majority. It was agreed, it seemed, that all the dogs in the cage would
have their choice of either of my love openings, and be able to pump their loads
of hot dog cum either deep in my twitching pussy or up my dark and clutching
rectum. There was no question however as to who would get first shot at seconds.
The big husky would take me again when the rest had finished. Perhaps threatened
by the fine showing Gray had made, transforming me into a howling butt fuck
bitch, he had a point to prove, and the fucking that was in store for me would
be merciless. He would take me up the ass, hard, long and deep to spoil it for
the others. By comparison, Gray had been a gentle, caring lover. When Max got a
second crack at me, things would be different. My little bunghole would be raped
and savaged, I could see it in his eyes. My pussy and anus twitched with slutty
anticipation.
Perhaps I could have escaped during that moment of earlier confusion. I may have
even thought about it, but my pussy was making most of my decisions for me at
that point.. As the pack sorted things out, I stretched my cramped and tired
legs but then resumed the position, eager for the pleasure of my next mounting.
With Max on careful guard off to one side, the next dog in the pack mounted me,
taking me in the cunt.
I was beyond pretending to put up any fight, so I simply offered myself to him,
arching my back to make my bald little cunt mound stand out so prettily below my
rounded rump. His long upwardly curved prick slipped between my pink, pouty twat
lips and my fucking continued. I did my best to satisfy his thrusting urges,
straining to snug my sloppy pussy down around his invading prick. Given a brief
reprieve, my sore little puss had somewhat regained its original form.
Concentrating, I was able tighten myself up and provide a warm, grasping cunt
for his pleasure. I reasoned that if I was a good little bitch, and gave the
doggies all the tightest, most clutching fuck my sore little twat and bung could
manage, I would be able to get away and nurse my ravaged, cum filled body back
to normal.. I’ll spare you all the details of all their mountings at this point,
but trust me, it was quite a long night. After the first several dogs, both my
fuck holes were perpetually full of doggy sperm. As they pounded their pricks
into my love sockets, a lewd sloshing sound issued from my soggy wetness,
echoing in the otherwise quiet kennel
At one point I do remember looking up to see a silky Labrador standing in front
of me. He was a large but not aggressive dog. He was looking pretty whipped,
apparently having gotten the worst of Max’s wrath in the earlier scuffle. He
looked so sad as he paced back and forth, obviously as eager as the rest of the
pack to join in on my doggy gang rape. However, he wanted no further part of
Max, who stood guard over my upthrust ass, ready to step in and take his second
turn. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, as he nervously paced and whined,
his big cock stiff and thrust up against his belly. I don’t know what possessed
me. Perhaps it was the sad, gentle look in his eyes, or more likely the
realization of my situation… a gang of dogs lined up to pump me up the twat
and ass, the remains of my pretty pink panties shredded and dangling between my
legs, puddle of dog cum on the floor between my knees, growing ever larger from
the hot loads dripping from my well reamed fuck holes… Who knows? Anyway, I
reached over and wrapped my hand around his prick. Sensing relief was at hand,
he stepped over and straddled my head. It was an awkward position, what with a
Dalmatian currently mounted on my back. He had chosen to use my pussy for his
satisfaction and was busy corkscrewing his prick into my trembling cunt.
But regardless, I strained upward and managed to fit my mouth over the black
lab’s slippery cock.
Confused at first, he then lunged forward with excitement, pushing his shaft
past my lips until the tip of his cock slipped into my throat. I could see his
legs tremble as I swallowed, milking his prick. He seemed to enjoy this
immensely and began to pump. Slippery precum oozed from the tip of his prick and
I eagerly washed his prick with my tongue. Just when I thought that the night
couldn’t teach me anything more, I discovered a craving for wads of hot dog cum
shot down my throat. I nursed his cock with my lips and tongue, savoring the
slippery fluid awash in my mouth. He fucked my face with reckless abandon, and
it wasn’t long before I felt his knot swell up just inside my lips. My nostrils
flared for air as I took him down my throat. Pumping my face back and forth, and
massaging him with my tongue, I found that I could manipulate his cock around in
my mouth and gasp the occasional breath of air I needed to survive. Then I would
slip his cock back down my throat, milking him off. I swirled my tongue around
his prick and caressed the base of his shaft with my lips. He stood rigid and
quivering. My throat eagerly milked the end of his doggy cock as I reached up to
gently squeeze his balls. I was rewarded with a gush of hot cum which splashed
into my throat. The force of the impact sprayed his sticky seed all over the
inside of my mouth and my tastebuds melted with delight. I came, my pussy
clutching feverishly around the Dalmatian’s pummeling cock. That was all that
was needed to set him off too, and I was pumped full of dog cum on either end,
two spewing dog cocks spiked in my mouth and twat. The thrill was beyond
description.
I may have passed out at that point, I’m not sure. The rest of the pack had
their way with me, I’m sure, but all the details are a little fuzzy. I have no
idea how many times I serviced each of those dog cocks that night in the cage,
but I was sure that I would never again receive a fucking like that in my entire
life. It seemed like hours on end that they continuously mounted me, taking me
in the hole of their choice. I was vaguely aware of the wet sticky pumping
noises I heard as they relieved themselves over and over again in my soft little
pussy and asshole. I was pumped so full of dog cum that each new fucking began
with their hot sticky fluids spraying out around their driving cocks, the seal
on my pussy and asshole no longer tight due to the incredible stretching that
each had been subjected to. I came countless times, but eventually I was so
exhausted that I could little more than kneel there on the floor, basking in the
glow of my multiple orgasms, and wait for the next dog to take his turn.
I awoke on my hands and knees, soaking in a large puddle of cum. Max, the big
husky, stood tail to rump with me, his huge knot still tied up my ass. He had
gotten in the last fuck of the night, as all the other dogs were napping in
various spots around the cage.
Max dragged his knot out of my rectum and dismounted. Apparently I had serviced
the doggy pack to their satisfaction and was free to go. I slowly stood, testing
my sore and trembling muscles. My cunt and asshole had no current inclination to
swell shut, allowing a flood of warm dog cum to pour out and slime down both
legs. I visually inspected my pussy. My young lips stood open and were a sore
red color, coated with drying dog cum. It surely didn’t look like the tight,
innocent little twelve year old girl pussy that had cluelessly stumbled into the
pen the night before, but didn’t appear to permanently any worse for wear.
Bending over, I reached between my butt cheeks to cautiously explore my other
opening. I experienced a minor post-orgasmic twitch as I ran a finger around my
gaping anal rim. Oozing dog cum continued to drain as I gauged the damage. Two
fingers slipped loosely inside, so I added a third. I moaned as I realized that
it was still a poor fit. I added a forth finger, and tucked my thumb along side
for good measure. I pressed upward into my ass but encountered little resistance
until the group was inserted well past the second knuckles. With an easy push, I
could have effortlessly fucked my entire fist up my well reamed ass, probably
right up to the elbow. Max cocked his head to one side, watching the display. I
withdrew my hand from my butt, shamelessly exposing my gaping anal tunnel to
Max’s intent, piercing gaze. I half expected his prick to swell to hardness once
again, but it seemed he was done with me. I was just a loose, used dog fuck
whore, no longer fit to service and pleasure the pack. Slowly I limped my way
out of the cage. I turned and looked at Max as I relatched the door from the
outside. Our eyes met and an understanding passed between us. I might be on the
outside of the cage, but we both now knew who the true master was. Perhaps I
would stray to other lovers, but Max, my first, would always be the best, and he
held a power over me. “Anytime…”, he seemed to mock, “anytime you need it
really bad, baby, you clean yourself up and come looking for the one you know
can put it to you like no other.” My loins trembled with longing and it was all
I could do to tear myself away from his penetrating gaze.
Looking at the clock, I breathed a sigh of relief. I still had half an hour to
get myself cleaned up before my daddy was due in for work. He would no doubt be
angry and concerned that I didn’t come home last night, but I figured that I
could come up with some convincing lie about a sick dog that needed attention,
or something like that.
I quickly cleaned up as best I could in the bathroom and stuffed my shredded,
cum soaked panties in the trash. No salvage there. I was relieved to discover
that both my tender fuck holes were slowly regaining a more normal form. When I
came out, daddy was at his desk, absently shuffling through some papers. We
talked briefly about why I had stayed at work all night, which seemed to satisfy
him. I was surprised that he so easily accepted my explanation, or that he
hadn’t come back at night to check up on me.
“Oh, pumpkin, one last thing. Could you take a look at this for me?” I bent over
the desk to inspect the contents of a large envelope he had laying there. Daddy
circled around the desk and put his hand on my shoulder. I spilled the contents
of the envelope onto the desk. I blushed shock red as photographs cascaded
across the desktop. Hundreds of shots, it seemed of daddy’s little girl. Daddy’s
little girl on her hands and knees in a kennel, repeatedly pleasuring a pack of
large dogs. Seems my father is quite the shutterbug. Most of the night he had
caught on film.
Good quality pics too, 8×10 glossies and some wallet sized. (You know, maybe to
send out to the relatives for the holidays. “Dear Aunt Jean and Uncle Bob: Hope
you’re having a good Christmas. This year, instead of family pictures, we’re
just sending photos of our little Kristy. She’s kind of hard to recognize in
some of the pictures, with her face buried deep in the crotch of that Dalmatian,
but the ones where she’s got our family pet, Max, up the ass came out great. See
how wide she’s got her legs spread? Who would have thought that our little girl
could manage to take such a huge dog cock up her ass? We’re ever so proud. Best
Wishes.” Yeah, that would be a real hoot at family reunions.)
“Sweety, I think that there are going to be some changes around here from now
on, unless of course you think your friends might be interested in seeing these?
Who knows, maybe some of your little girlfriends would enjoy a stay at our
kennel too. You could have a pajama party.” He grinned. For once I had no smart
reply.
“By the way, Sweety,” he inquired casually, flipping my short little skirt up
over my hips, “what exactly did happen to those tasty little pink panties you
were wearing yesterday?”
“I don’t know.” I lied, mumbling defeatedly, but I don’t think Daddy heard me.
He was too busy bending me over the desk and pushing the head of his rapidly
stiffening penis into the soft pink folds of my hot clutching pussy. Well
trained now by my doggy tutors, I pressed my ass back to him and snugged myself
down around his probing cock.
“You know, honey,” he continued, pressing a finger into my anus, “I think that
we’re not going to have any more discipline problems from you from here on in,
or else you could spend another night in the kennel with those dogs.”
Bent over the desk as I was, Daddy couldn’t see the grin spread across my face.
If punishment for being bad meant another night of prolonged doggy fucking, I
was going to be a very naughty little girl. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be such
a bad job after all. I sighed contentedly and spread my legs a little further so
that Daddy could get his big cock all the way up into my puss. He pried a second
finger into my hot slippery ass, and I knew things were going to turn out ok.

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Patty By Michael K Smith

READ THIS INTRODUCTION FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it’s here; the third chapter in the story. Now, this one is a little different than the previous chapters. I will say now it is about Alex playing one of her erotic little jokes, and it is less romantic than the previous ones. Remember that every one of these chapters is different!!!!!!!!
If you don’t like this one, you may adore the next one, and vice versa. Don’t start hating the entire book because you don’t like one chapter. I will even mention that one of them, not this one, has a short thing involving pee. If this isn’t your thing, skip it over, but it is still a romantic paragraph about accepting the flaws as well as perfections of a person you love. I have warned you!
I own none of this! It belongs to a man named Michael K. Smith, and I have no rights to it except that on his website he gives explicit permission to repost his stories as long as we give him credit for them.. I am simply uploading it because of my deep love for it. For me, it turns other erotic fiction to mindless drabble. If this is your first time reading this book, then I suggest you start with the beginning so you aren’t left behind. It’s you choice, but that’s what I suggest. And now, enjoy:
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Patty
by Michael K. Smith
[From Chapter 5; set in 1971; he’s 16, she’s 15.]
One comfortably warm afternoon in October, I was taking a nap in my room, having exhausted myself with several hours of freestyle practice. There was no one else in the house, so the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by girlish giggles on the stair, half woke me. Then some part of my brain registered that the giggling was a conversation between two different voices and I came fully awake, though some instinct kept me from moving.
I recognized the other voice as belonging to Patty Jensen, who was also on the swim team and was one of Alex’s best girl friends. Patty was a cute little blonde with large, blue, innocent eyes, a snub nose, and a wide, sensuous mouth filled with very white teeth. Her pale, wavy hair swung against the nape of her neck in a ponytail and she tanned nicely. She was shorter than Alex by a couple of inches but somewhat meatier (my unconsidered opinion before that afternoon); she had been one of the first girls in Alex’s class to buy a bra because she actually needed it.
Yet she was both a popular date and well-liked by the other girls in her group — no small achievement. She seemed to be smitten with the idea of love and sex but was still uneasy about the reality. She also exuded pheromones uncontrollably and the reaction and attention of the boys who wandered within range often bewildered her.
Alex ushered Patty into her room across the hall and gave her door a halfhearted shove; it stood open a foot, but privacy was not something we had ever taken seriously Upstairs. I lay on my bed in my cutoffs, casually eavesdropping, until I picked up the words “bikini” and “sexy.” What in the world was going on?
I rose quietly, silently opened my own door, and slipped into the hall. In ordinary circumstances, I wasn’t the Peeping Tom type. I never joined in when my gym class found new ways to intrude in the girls’ locker room. Why should I? I could see all the skin I wanted at home. But this was a different situation and a different girl, and in most ways I was still no different from any other fifteen-year-old boy.
I peered through Alex’s doorjamb to see where the two were. I could watch Alex openly at any time and she wouldn’t mind, but Patty was definitely an “outsider,” even though she had been invited Upstairs. They were sitting crosslegged, side by side on Alex’s brass bed, dumping out the contents of two small shopping bags labeled MALIBU BIKINI SHOP.
I knew that place; even the limbless manikins in the window were exciting! In each bag was a small bundle wrapped in tissue, and each bundle was unwrapped to reveal two remarkably tiny strips of brightly colored cloth.
Patty was smoothing out her new neon-red bikini on the bedspread in front of her. “My dad would kill me if he saw me wearing this at the beach!”
She giggled and lifted the cups of the halter top so they looked like two miniature tents. Without realizing it, she tugged a little at the tips of her bra and compared the result.
Alex’s suit was just as brilliant a shade of cerulean blue, which I knew would contrast electrically with her hair and eyes.
“Well? Let’s try ’em on!” said Alex, scrambling off the bed.
“Here?” Patty looked dubious.
“Of course, ‘here’,” Alex laughed. “You’re going to wear that Do-It-Now suit at the beach in front of thousands of ravenous boys, aren’t you? Don’t you want to know what it really looks like on you first? Especially since they wouldn’t let us try them on at the store?” She was already unzipping her jeans.
“I have a full-length mirror in my room at home,” Patty pointed out.
“Uh-huh. And what was it you just said about your father? Besides, we need to help each other adjust the fit, for maximum effect!” Her voice was muffled by the knit top she was pulling off over her head, and then she was standing there in bra and panties, a hand on one hip, waiting for her friend to catch up.
Patty looked up a bit shyly and surveyed the sleekness of Alex’s body. I made a bet with myself that she admired my sister’s trimness — but that she also thought her own breasts would even up the score. If she could work up the nerve to strip.
“Well,. . .” Patty stood up slowly but then began rapidly shucking off her jeans and sweatshirt before she lost momentum. Both girls were facing generally in my direction and I was careful to stand back from the door crack a few inches. Patty seemed momentarily shocked when Alex dropped and stepped out of her panties. I was merely surprised; when had that happened?
My sister’s curly red-brown pubic thatch had been trimmed and regimented. Her crotch was now shaved bare at the sides and she was completely naked between her legs, obviously so she would only show at the beach what she intended to show. The effect was to make her appear even slimmer than she was, and a bit more vulnerable as well. I liked the effect. Alex stood calmly naked, waiting for Patty to finish undressing — she was giving her encouragement by example, I thought.
Patty dropped her bra and bent over to push down her panties. Her breasts swung out invitingly and I stored the image away as a mental polaroid for the next time I needed a fantasy. She stood up and took a breath.
Little Patty actually had a much nicer body than I had given her credit for. She had some extra flesh but it was smooth and lightly tanned; she was becoming voluptuous, not fat or flabby. I should have realized that anyone who could make the swim team in the first place would be in top physical condition.
The wider flair of her hips made her look like an Earth-mother-in-training and her stomach was flat and muscular. Her legs were proportioned to her lesser height. She wasn’t a natural blonde, though. Her pubic hair was a rich brown mat that entirely concealed her crotch and much of her groin. Her shoulders were broader than Alex’s, and while her breasts were much fuller than my sister’s, her small pink nipples stood up right where they should. She might be a little overbalanced, but there was no sag. I immediately revised my opinion of her looks.
Alex gave her friend’s breasts a grin and a nod of approval. “You have really nice tits, Patty. Not like these. . . .” She cupped and lifted her own pair as Patty blushed at the intimate compliment and then lifted her own breasts. They filled both hands. I knew quite well that my sister was perfectly happy with the shape of her own body; she was just putting Patty at ease.
I also noticed that Patty seemed to follow Alex’s lead in many of her physical movements. I began to suspect that she regarded my sister as a model of gracefulness and poise. (I certainly did.)
Then both girls turned back to the bed and began sorting out their new beach assault weapons. Patty had a rather larger ass than Alex, but it fit right in with the rest of her equipment. Alex got her suit on first.
The bottom part was cut as low in front as she could get away with; if she hadn’t trimmed her pubic hair it would have curled over the hem. The top of the suit was a simple elastic bandeau that went on over her head. She didn’t need straps for support — but Patty certainly did.
Patty’s suit had a halter top with one shoelace-sized string around the back and another behind her neck. The bottom part had string ties at the sides that could gather the suit in from a conservative three-inch-wide band to a very narrow connecting strip. And the narrower the strip, I saw, the lower the suit would ride on her hips.
They each examined themselves in the long mirror and then stepped back and studied each other critically, measuring psychological effect and searching for the smallest flaws. I had to admit it: They were different types, but both girls were sexy and beautiful. I had personal preferences, but I could also think of a dozen guys just in my home room who would go to serious lengths for a chance to cuddle up with Patty at the beach.
Patty put her hands out to her sides and shrugged helplessly. “What can I say, Alex? You look terrific!” Alex blushed at her friend’s honest compliment but also managed to look pleased with herself.
“Hey, I just thought of something,” Alex said, and reached up to the top shelf of her closet to pull down a shoebox. When she stretched on tiptoe like that, the bottom of her bikini seemed about to slither down to her ankles. She was going to have to be careful in volleyball games, I thought.
After a moment she dug out the pair of deep green satin shoes I had bought her to go with her country club dress. “I got these as a gift last summer to go with a party dress. I think you were on vacation with your folks.”
She slipped on the shoes and became instantly sexier. High heels are undoubtedly bad for a woman’s feet, but they can sure do wonders for the long curves of her legs.
Alex put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. She began strutting across the room, swinging her ass and pointing her toes with each step. Patty was laughing in delight and clapping.
“That’s great, Alex, really! You ought to enter a beauty contest some day — you got the moves down perfect!”
I was smiling, too. Alex could clown around but she was truly gorgeous — and she knew I thought so, and that made both of us feel good. But her parade across the room had brought her close to her bedroom door before I realized where she was headed. I made the mistake of stepping back from the doorjamb too late and Alex’s quick eye caught the movement.
In the second or two before she turned, her face showed surprise, then amusement, then thoughtfulness — and then mischievous delight as she suddenly had an inspiration. Two steps back toward the bed, humming “The Stripper,” Alex paused and rotated in a slow, exaggerated bump and grind while Patty crowed with laughter. And as she turned, she gave me a broad wink. She had an audience now and she intended to take advantage of it.
I had no idea what her instant plan might entail, but I was sure it would involve Patty. She wouldn’t hurt Patty, I knew; she liked the other girl too much as a friend. And if Patty was lucky, she would never know she had been the victim of a prank. My sister and I had many, many private jokes that the rest of the world was never let in on.
Alex was back at her friend’s side, now. She smiled and kicked the shoes under the bed, and then stepped back to look more closely at Patty. She parked one open hand on a canted hip — a calculated pose if I ever saw one — while Patty twisted her pearl pinky ring and waited a little nervously for Alex’s verdict.
“Patty, you look really nice in that suit — in fact, you look great! That kind of red means ‘Stop, Look, and Listen,’ and the boys are gonna do just that.” The little blonde beamed radiantly.
“But–” (Alex pointed a finger dramatically at the other girl’s navel) “–you’re wearing that suit much too conservatively!”
“What?!” Patty squeaked. “I feel almost naked already!” She looked down at the narrow red strips. “How can this possibly be ‘conservative’?”
Alex knelt on one knee in front of her and said in a mock stern tone, “They put these ties here for a reason, but you still have them let all the way out. Haven’t you seen those teeny little bikinis in action at the beach?” She began cinching up the string on one side.
“But those girls are in college, or at least high school juniors and seniors! I won’t be fifteen for another month!”
“So? You’re never too young to be sexy! Besides, think of the fifteen-year-old boys. They watch the college girls with the grown-up bodies, sure, but they know they’ll never get within ten yards of any of them. And then they’ll turn around, and there you’ll be, a dazzling blonde their own age in a red bikini, and their eyes will fall out on the sand. They’ll stumble all over themselves, and get tongue-tied trying to talk to you, and you’ll have to hold them off with a beach umbrella! Now that’s POWER!”
She had cinched up the strings on both sides of Patty’s suit while Patty’s expression said she was imagining the scene at the beach — and enjoying it. Now Alex pulled the front of the red suit two inches lower so it marked a straight line across Patty’s lower abdomen. Then she turned her around quickly, before she could react, and tugged the back of her suit lower as well, almost exposing the cleft between her cheeks. Patty was spun to the front again.
“Have to make the most of those tits, too,” Alex said as she stood up. She held the lower string of Patty’s halter top with one hand and began experimentally sliding the cups farther apart, exposing a much more generous cleavage. Patty stood helplessly, caught up in Alex’s radicalization of what she obviously thought was already a very daring bikini.
“Untie the bottom string.” Patty did as she was told but clutched the strings at her sides.
“We move the string farther up under your boobs to make ’em stand out, . . . okay, tie it again.” Patty’s breasts looked larger now and more nearly spherical. Alex stepped behind her.
“Now, we cheat gravity a little . . .” She untied the halter string behind Patty’s neck. “Lift your boobs, Patty; c’mon, use your hands!”
Alex retied the neck string and stepped back. “Now, go take a look in the mirror, kid — every boy you meet is going to have an instant hard-on. You’re going to have to wear a name tag: ‘Hi, my name is Patty, and please don’t come in your trunks’!”
Patty’s face suggested she had just survived a whirlwind, but when she saw her quarter-profile in the long mirror her mouth fell open and she stared.
Her bust looked to be a full cup size larger than it already was, and the skinny little sides of the bottom of her suit emphasized the earthy flair of her hips and made her legs look longer. In a word, she was luscious. She unconsciously arched her back a little more and cocked one hip. She looked speechlessly at Alex, who grinned and made an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger.
“What did I tell you? You believe me now?” She moved up close to Patty.
“Now — if you’ll trust me with a sewing machine, I think we ought to take in the sides of each of these about a half-inch. . . .” She tucked under the edges of each halter cup with her fingers and managed to stroke the surfaces of Patty’s breasts as she did so.
“I’m going to take in my top some, I think, and remove the lining so my nipples will show through.” She looked down at her bandeau as she pulled down its top edge as far as her brown areolae.
“I do have great nipples, don’t I?” Patty watched, somehow unaware that right now their breasts, bellies, crotches, and thighs all were less than two inches apart.
Alex moved her hands slightly and then she was casually, gently, lifting the weight of Patty’s breasts. The other girl seemed hypnotized; I knew the feeling. Alex sighed.
“Gee, I wish I had boobs like these.” No, she didn’t, but I was beginning to understand where Alex’s game was going. At fourteen, my sister was already an artist at seduction. She had a talent for it when she chose to use it, and I was the proof; when she wanted something from me she nearly always got it.
Alex withdrew her hands before her friend could think of anything to say and casually removed her own suit. “If you’ll leave that outfit with me for a day or two, I’ll brew you up some magic, okay?”
Patty was pulling off her suit, too — mostly because Alex had done so, but she didn’t realize that. She nibbled at her lower lip for a second.
“Alex? I’m glad I have someone like you for a friend.” She was sweet and sincere, and still astonished by her transformation in the mirror. “Why are you so much smarter about boys than I am?”
Alex gave her a surprised glance and then a genuinely warm smile. “I’m glad we’re friends, too, Patty. You’re one of the very nicest people I know. And I’m *not* smarter; maybe I just work at it harder.” I’ll bet you’ve also had a *lot* more practice, I thought, and smiled.
Patty really was a nice girl, besides being sexier than I would have expected. Then Alex put her arms around her in an affectionate girl-girl hug and Patty responded in kind. It would have seemed the most innocent embrace in the world, had they not both been naked.
Again, Alex quit first. She looked around the room for a moment while one hand absently stroked her tiny tuft of pubic hair. Then she looked at her crotch in apparent surprise.
“I almost forgot! There’s something else you need to do before you can wear that bikini.”
“What?”
“This!” My sister spread her thighs slightly, bent her knees, and pushed her crotch forward to display her cropped pubic patch.
“If you don’t trim it back, your hair will stick out the sides of your suit. Remember Mary Elizabeth’s first dive in the tank suit she borrowed from her older sister? It looked like her pussy was drowning and trying to escape!” Both girls burst into peals of laughter. I wished I had been present at *that* practice.
Patty fluffed her large bush thoughtfully. Without being aware of it, she was becoming used to being naked around Alex, who always walked and behaved exactly the same way whether she was dressed or not. Especially when she knew she was safe at home, my sister had totally lost what other people might regard as modesty, and her unconcerned attitude toward bare skin sometimes rubbed off on other people.
“You really think I have too much hair down there?”
“Well, you don’t have it shave it completely . . . although that *would* attract attention.”
Patty looked momentarily alarmed before she realized that Alex was teasing her, and then she smiled prettily. “Well, I can trim it down at home.”
“I thought you bought a Lady Something-or-Other electric because you kept nicking your legs? And I don’t think your dad would appreciate finding pussy hairs in his shaving cream. Besides, an electric leaves a stubble; it really itches.”
Patty looked baffled. “Embroidery scissors?”
“It’s not just the length,” Alex explained. “It’s the width. You need a strip of bare skin on each side and underneath. Also, with that much hair, when it gets wet, it soaks up water like a sponge and it expands. Like in the shower?” She stroked her index fingers down her own newly-mown crotch. Patty watched in fascination and continued to pluck at her own bush.
Alex looked her solemnly in the eye. “I’d be happy to do it for you if you’d trust me to, Patty. I’ll be very careful not to nick you. And if we do it here, your father won’t ever know about it, right?” I held my breath. This was the crucial point in what I suspected Alex was planning.
“Uh, nobody’s ever touched me there, except my doctor.” She was talking mostly to herself.
“Patty, your gynecologist is a man and he practically shoves his whole fist up in you, doesn’t he? Most of ’em do.” Patty looked a bit dazed, but nodded.
“I’m a girl and I’m your friend, aren’t I? Friends help each other out, especially with things you can’t really go to your folks about. And I’ll be very careful, I promise.” Alex was speaking softly and soothingly, now, and I could tell Patty was allowing herself to be talked into this adventure.
“Well,.. I guess you’re right. I guess I do have too much hair for a bikini. Besides,” she added with a self-deprecating twinkle, “I don’t think I could see what I was doing!” She spread her breasts apart with both hands and peered down between them. Her subconscious had come up with the perfect way of asserting her physical superiority to Alex in the one department she was absolutely sure of. She had even turned it into a sexy joke. Patty had definitely loosened up in the past hour.
“Okay, why don’t you empty off that chair while I get the stuff?” Alex was all business now. The chair she waved at was an old wooden kitchen piece, straight-backed and armless, repainted bright yellow. It served as a seat, stepping stool, clothes rack, and especially as a gathering place for junk. Alex was keeping her friend occupied while she went next door to the bathroom.
I stepped back against the wall as Alex came out of her bedroom. Thirty seconds later she was back with her safety razor and a new blade, her needlework scissors and a small comb, and two bath towels — and my shaving mug and brush (I had ambitions). I pointed at the brush and nodded in approval. Alex pointed to her eye, which meant “Watch and see.”
Patty was standing a bit nervously by the now-empty chair, fingering her pubic hair protectively. Her body language always spoke volumes and yet she remained unaware of it. Remaining naked herself, as another kind of supportive body language, Alex folded a towel and draped it neatly over the chair seat, and then adjusted the chair’s angle so my view would be unimpeded.
“Would milady care to park it?” She made a theatrical flourish and Patty sat down with her knees and feet together and her hands in her lap. Alex knelt before her.
“Umm. Patty, dear — I have to be able to get to the work site,” Alex explained gently and laid one hand lightly on the other girl’s knee.
With Alex’s quiet prompting, Patty finally got settled. She found herself scooted far forward on her coccyx with her pussy cantilevered over the front of the chair. Her knees were spread as wide as for any gynecologist and her heels were hooked over the rungs on the sides of the chair. To keep herself from sliding off, she had a grip on the chair’s back slats above her shoulders, which also had the effect of lifting and pressing her breasts together.
I had wondered why Alex didn’t simply have her lie on a towel on the bed. Now I knew why. The little blonde was vulnerable and wide open to the world; she looked like a pose from HUSTLER.
Working slowly and carefully, Alex untangled Patty’s pubic hair with the comb and trimmed it down to shaving level. Then she quickly whipped up a mug full of suds and twirled the brush in it as she had seen me do. She slowly stropped the brush up and down between Patty’s legs — not only on the sides of her crotch but vertically across her clit and downward below her cunt, almost to her asshole. There was quite a bit of hair in front of Patty’s puckered little opening. Patty’s eyes flickered closed and her lips began to twitch; she was feeling something but she wasn’t going to admit it, not even to herself.
I watched in fascination as my sister slowly and carefully cleared a bare area on each side of Patty’s half-open cunt; I suspected she could work a lot more rapidly if she cared to. She seemed to completely ignore the protruding clit that emerged from its sheath of its own volition.
Alex did very neat work, squaring the thick tangle into a neat, brush-like vertical hedge and shortening its length overall. She also managed to lean her forearms frequently on Patty’s splayed knees and to drag her own nipples across the inner surfaces of Patty’s thighs. Several times she moved her head in close — just being careful, you know — and opened her mouth wide, breathing warm air directly onto Patty’s clit. She continued, meticulously shaving clean the entire area toward the back of Patty’s crotch.
Finally, she wiped off the soap with the other towel, being sure the coarse material traveled the whole length of her friend’s gaping cunt. She handed Patty a large hand mirror so she could view the result.
“Now we don’t want you to get razor burn — happens a lot the first time you shave.” She picked up a bottle of moisturizing cream from behind the chair, uncapped it, and dribbled a stream of the pale cream down both sides of Patty’s crotch, and then down the sheath of her clit.
Patty gasped and her toes curled at the touch of the cool, thick liquid. Alex slowly spread the cream up and down the creases of her crotch and her exposed lips. She spread it evenly over the clitoral sheath. The covering hand moved back and Patty’s clit, pinkish red and twitching involuntarily, emerged and grew.
Alex’s forefinger lightly smoothed the cream down the center of the cunt before her, touching but not penetrating the opening, and continued to the satiny area between the bottom of her wide-open pussy and the darker, ridged opening below. Patty was holding her breath, and so was I, but Alex’s finger stopped just short and lifted away.
The brush, Alex’s careful but persistent manipulation of her labia, the friction of the towel, and finally the soothing cream had all done their work. Patty’s breath was coming in erratic puffs as she gazed in amazement through half-closed eyes at her newly revealed crotch.
She passed her own hand over the smooth, soft surfaces and curves, even drawing one finger dazedly across the tip of her clit. It abruptly struck me that Patty’s general shyness, the apparent attitudes of her parents, and the thick, rapid growth of her pubic thatch probably had prevented her from ever getting a close look at her own genitals. ALL of this was a new experience for her.
Alex apparently drew the same conclusion and added it to her plan. Still kneeling on the floor between Patty’s knees, she spread her own legs and leaned back on her heels, her nipples visibly elongating. Her middle finger glided down into her own slit and disappeared, and she sighed lightly. “You know, trimming your pussy also makes it easier to get yourself off,” she said quietly.
Patty shook her head vigorously. “No, I don’t do that! My dad caught me . . . uh, playing with myself when I was twelve and he beat the crap out of me! Besides, it isn’t good for you.” What do you think has just been happening? I wondered.
Alex continued stroking herself, mostly for Patty’s visual benefit, but she gave her friend a sympathetic look. “What do you do when you get horny, then? And *don’t* tell me you never get horny!”
It hadn’t occurred to Patty that she could put her legs down; they were still spread wide and her clit was twitching more frequently. One hand held the mirror and the other began absently to stroke the neat pad of hair that remained as she studied its reflection.
“I just get frustrated, I guess,” she said softly. “Sometimes, though, when I’m alone, I squeeze my legs together and I feel a sort of tingle.” She didn’t notice that she had contradicted her earlier denial.
“Patty, it’s called ‘masturbation,’ not ‘playing with yourself,’ and it’s a natural part of sex — and sex is a natural part of life. *Not* masturbating is what’s abnormal! I’m still a virgin — yes, I am! — and I had my first orgasm a year ago by masturbating myself. And it felt wonderful!” Alex’s fingers were beginning to move up and down like slender pistons.
“You can’t just go on being horny and frustrated! Doing yourself takes the edge off. You can keep control of yourself with a boy when he gets you hot because you know you can always finish it later. Otherwise, some guy is going to get you so worked up you’ll let him fuck you just to get it over with, to release the pressure — and it might not be the right guy or the right time and place. Boys jerk off all the time, you know that, and it’s a lot harder for them to hide it! And if it’s natural for them to do it, why shouldn’t girls do it, too? Look at your body, Patty! It’s ready for you to get pregnant and have a baby. But you can tell it to be patient and still have all the fun part of sex.”
Alex’s fingers were acting independently of her mouth, caressing and tugging at her clit and pressing its sheath back to expose more of it. The tiny red shaft glistened moistly. Patty couldn’t take her eyes off that busy hand. She tried half-heartedly to conceal her own cunt by cupping her hand over it, but her legs were still splayed out.
“I don’t think I know how,” she said in a small voice with a sudden low sob at the end.
My sister wasn’t close to orgasm yet, I could tell that, but her fingers slowed and stopped. She could save herself up, remaining at a high sexual pitch but picking her own moment for a climax. I had seen her do that before, too, and it always astonished me. *I* certainly didn’t have that kind of control.
Alex stood and bent over Patty, her hands on the other girl’s shoulders. Her breasts moved in a shallow curve a few inches before Patty’s face. Her nipples were as erect and rigid as pencil erasers.
“Patty, I’ve never been a teacher before, and I’m sure no sex expert, but my pussy is something I know real well. I admit it — virgin or not, I enjoy sex. And when I do pick out the guy I want to pop my cherry, I’m going to be ready. No fumbling around, no confusion. I’m going to know what I’m doing.” She put a hand behind each of Patty’s thighs, lifted her legs from the chair rungs, and set her feet together on the floor. Then she pulled her to her feet.
Patty clutched Alex’s upper arms and put her forehead against her shoulder. She canted one hip, which pressed what remained of her pubic hair against Alex’s thigh; my sister’s crotch was in a similar situation. Alex glided both her hands up and down the small of Patty’s back and murmured soothingly in her ear as the soft sobbing continued.
Patty made a strange picture, standing there: naked and sexy, but shy, breasts trembling against Alex’s as she tried to control her tears, moisture reflecting from her eyelashes as she kept her head down in embarrassment — not because she was naked and nipple-to-nipple in another girl’s embrace, but because her clit was throbbing wetly and she didn’t know what to do about it. She was desirable and she knew it, but the very lushness of her own body frightened her. It sounded like her father wasn’t being much help, either. Watching through the doorjamb, I felt a surprising wave of sympathy for little Patty.
Alex had played her prank, exposing the most intimate parts of Patty’s body to me in great detail — which had hurt no one but would provide us with hours of conversation later — and arousing her friend’s untried sensuality into the bargain.
But Alex truly liked Patty and now she obviously intended to try to help her friend become less sexually helpless. The fact that she knew I was still watching was irrelevant.
Alex sat both of them down on the side of the bed, thighs again pressed side-to-side, and put her arm comfortingly around her friend’s shoulder.
“Patty, sex is supposed to be fun,” she began, “and I promise you it is, if you know what you’re doing. It’s not something you should be afraid of. I know — there are guys you have to be careful of because they get carried away, even if they’re sorry afterwards. And some guys are just selfish, unfeeling sons-of-bitches.” Patty nodded in agreement; I had a feeling she had run into a few of those, just as Alex had.
“But, Patty, that isn’t your fault and it doesn’t make sex bad. And most guys are okay. You’re a beautiful girl and they’re more likely to be afraid of *you*. That’s why they get tongue-tied and act silly sometimes. They just don’t know what else to do.”
Alex glanced for a moment at the crack in the door where I stood. “Let me give you an example. The boy I know best is the one I live with, okay? My brother, Michael. He and I get along — in fact we’re pretty good friends. Now, let me ask you: Do you think he’s good-looking?”
Patty looked up at her in surprise, as if it were a silly question. “Sure, I think he’s very good looking.”
“Okay,” Alex went on. “Is he sexy?” I wondered how many games she was playing? Or had the identity of the contestant simply changed?
Patty hesitated. “Yeah, I guess he is. I mean, I’ve never gone out with him, of course, but he smiles at me in school. But maybe that’s because he knows you and I are friends,” she concluded doubtfully.
“That’s negative thinking, Patty!” Alex smiled. “Anyway, I’ve seen a lot more of him than you have, and *I* sure think he’s sexy! If he weren’t my brother, he might even be the one I’d pick to give my virginity to.”
That got my attention. Patty looked a little startled but interested. Alex was stroking the inside of her friend’s thigh, but Patty seemed not to notice.
“I’ve seen him naked a few times, like in the bathroom. He has swimmer-muscles, too, remember. And a nice butt. And a very interesting looking cock.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially.
“Once, I watched him jerking off in the shower, because the shower door wasn’t fogged up too much to conceal it. His cock looked huge, and when he shot off it really made me hot! So I came back in here and fantasized about it and got myself off. You see what I’m saying? He came in the shower, by himself, and I came in my bed, by myself, and we both enjoyed it.”
“But I don’t know how to– to get myself off. I’ve tried just rubbing it — I mean, I . . .” She was admitting to more than she had intended but Alex laughed and squeezed her shoulder encouragingly.
“Well, I can take care of that! Scoot up here, Patty . . .” Alex pushed herself backwards, against the brass headboard and put her legs straight out in front of her. “Over here, next to me.” She put her hand flat on the bed beside her.
Patty hesitated again for a long second, then turned and crawled over next to Alex — who moved over an inch so the entire length of their flanks were pressed warmly together. Alex brushed the instep of her right foot against the sole of Patty’s left. Patty’s toes curled over.
“Now, follow me. . . .” My sister arched her back slightly and cupped her breasts in her hands, massaging and tugging at her nipples. She took a deep breath of enjoyment. “Think of someone whose hands you want to imagine on your body.”
Patty followed her example, almost over-balancing when she arched her back. Her nipples were pink little buttons, much smaller than Alex’s, but they also rose under the friction of her fingertips.
“I’ve done this before, too,” Patty sighed, “but it feels different this time. It must be because we’re doing it together.” They continued stroking themselves almost in unison for several minutes, and their breathing grew heavier.
“Alex, . . . this doesn’t mean we’re, uh, lesbians, does it?”
My sister threw her head back and laughed. “No, of course not! You’re a dear, sweet girl, Patty — but you’re not the person I’m daydreaming about right now, I guarantee!” I hoped I knew who *was* in her daydream.
“Now, move your hands where you want your dream-lover to put his hands. Remember, they aren’t *your* hands right now — they’re his.”
She moved her own hands smoothly down her sides, down her upper legs, then back up the insides of her thighs. Her skin was beginning to flush lightly wherever her hands passed. Patty copied her movements and her eyelids fluttered as her imagination replaced the touch of her palms with someone else’s.
“Patty, you wouldn’t believe whose hands I’m feeling on me right now . . .” Alex shifted her gaze directly at me and smiled provocatively.
She spread her legs wide apart, sliding the left one under Patty’s. Patty bent her knees and took a similar position. Both girl’s pussies were open to me, though only one of them knew it, and the sight of two such lovely bodies being systematically aroused was almost more than I could stand.
My cock had grown thick and erect, but I couldn’t jerk off or even unzip my cutoffs, for fear Patty would hear the sound. I had to be content with hiking up one leg of my shorts enough to expose the head of my cock, which I squeezed and massaged as quietly as I could.
At Alex’s lead, the girls had both hands in their crotches now, stroking their labia between their fingers and reaching far back to tease their assholes with an occasional light touch.
Alex nudged Patty to get her attention. “Getting juicy?” she breathed.
“Oh, yes. . . !” Patty’s head was leaning partly on Alex’s shoulder.
Alex thrust two fingers up into her vagina and brought them out dripping with aromatic wetness. She began to slide her shining fingers slowly up and down her clit, which already resembled a tiny red cock.
Patty took more time with her fingers, moving them in and out of her cunt, experiencing probably for the first time the internal friction. Then she also moved her attention to her clit. Her breath began to rasp, as her fingers moved faster.
“No, Patty! Take your time — stop for a moment if you have to! Make it last and last. . . . You’ve heard about boys who are virgins, who just stick it in and come immediately? They don’t know how to pace themselves and it’s over too quickly.”
Patty obediently slowed her pace and even turned her head on Alex’s shoulder to watch my sister’s technique. Alex was doing slow rings and figure-eights with two fingertips around her clit, returning to her cunt at intervals for additional lubricant. She had done this many times and knew exactly how to sustain her own arousal.
Patty returned to her own rising passion, but using more control this time. A few minutes later, Alex began making low animal sounds in her throat and bent her head back. Her fingertips were racing around the tip and shaft of her clit, now. Then she caught her breath, jerked slightly several times, and then relaxed with a sigh. She stretched her legs out without removing her hand and simply sat quietly for a few moments in the afterglow of her climax.
My own legs were trembling so badly I had to go carefully down on one knee to keep from falling.
But Patty had stopped her finger-work, engrossed in her friend’s orgasm. Alex looked down at her with a smile. She withdrew her hand from between her legs; her fingers were wet and shiny. She raised her hand casually and traced the moisture from her fingers across Patty’s upper lip.
“You want to know what it’s really all about, Patty? Inhale deeply. That smell will drive a guy completely out of his mind.”
Hell, I could identify that particular pungent aroma all the way out in the hall. I had brought several girls to a climax by masturbating them, and they all smelled different. And I knew my sister’s scent best of all.
Then Alex became aware that Patty had stalled out. She was flushed with sexual arousal but she’d lost her way and her fingers were moving almost mechanically. Her lips were compressed in frustration; she’d climbed almost to the top of the ladder but she couldn’t quite make the last step.
Alex put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her down flat on her back on the bed and propped herself on an elbow. “I’ll help you, Patty, you’re almost there, you just need a boost to climb over the top. . . .”
Alex covered Patty’s motionless hand and her whole pubic mound with her own hand and began moving the two in a pattern together. After a minute, as Patty’s respiration rate began to increase again, Alex slid her hand under Patty’s and took control of the blonde’s pussy. Patty’s eyes were closed tightly; she may have thought it was her own fingers that were back in action. Alex dipped her fingers into Patty’s cunt for more lubrication and went to work at the base of her shaft, gradually moving toward the tip.
I don’t believe she planned what happened next. It was just the appropriate sexual thing to do, I think. My sister looked down at Patty’s head lying on her arm and smiled, and kissed her full on the lips.
Patty’s mouth reached up eagerly and returned the kiss, and she made little sounds of excitement. She was so far out of it, I think she believed it was her daydream she was kissing. Her eyes never opened. Alex raised her head as her friend’s pelvis and legs jerked uncontrollably several times. Then a brief spasm shook her whole body as she gasped and opened her mouth and curled her tongue. A final extended moan escaped her lips and then all her muscles seemed to relax at once and she lay loosely.
Alex combed Patty’s hair back out of her eyes with her fingers. The other girl had beads of sweat over her breasts and belly and she was still panting. “God, I didn’t know . . . it could feel . . . like that. . . .”
She turned over on her side to face Alex, who was propped on her elbow again. I knew my sister wasn’t going to mention the kiss. Let Patty think it was her imagination. I felt the wetness oozing down my leg; I had climaxed uncontrollably during that kiss.
There were teardrops on Patty’s lashes again, but this time for a very different reason. Her first orgasm had opened up a whole new world for her, a new self-image and new possibilities. And she realized it, too, because she slid both arms around Alex, her face pressed between my sister’s breasts, and hugged her tightly.
Alex held her closely and stroked her back, then put one leg gently over her hip. Patty’s reaction was automatic. She slipped her thigh between Alex’s and pressed it snugly up against her crotch. They lay together like that for perhaps five minutes, each floating back down to earth.
They finally unfolded themselves and sat up crosslegged on the bed, laughing quietly. Patty’s face seemed fundamentally changed, somehow, and it took a moment to see that she looked truly happy for the first time since I had known her. She was relaxed and excited at the same time, filled with new confidence, eager to try out her new red bikini on the male public. I was happy for her, too.
I turned and crawled back across the hall, being as quiet as possible. I felt as drained as though I had been responsible for Patty’s climax myself, and I didn’t even *attempt* to stand.
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A Neighbour To Die For

Shy James had lusted after his neighbour for months, but one day all his birthdays come at once when she puts on a show for him

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These short stories were written over the course of a few years. Figured I’d do a quick editing job and post them. Most have exhibitionism, some have younger girls. Any comments or constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! And keep in mind that you’re not going to like all of them…

The Dress, Part 2

Katy normally was very plain. She didn’t put a lot of effort into how she looked or what she wore. Her makeup selection was minimal at best. Her body type was not impressive. She slouched as she walked, her breasts hadn’t really developed and her hair always looked unkempt.
That is, before she put on the dress.
As she slipped the dress over her head and let it fall naturally, she turned towards the mirror hopefully. Nervous butterflies flew around in her stomach as she did this.
A second passed. Ten seconds. Thirty. A minute. The hope faded from her face, but the butterflies didn’t disappear. In fact, they seemed to be growing. She looked down and touched her stomach as the fluttering changed to a heat deep in her stomach. The heat changed to a fire and she cringed and hunched over slightly.
Her eyes were closed tightly and she was hugging her stomach tightly. “Aaah!” she let out uncontrollably. The fire began to spread throughout her torso. Her mind was trying to race through all of the possible scenarios, but it suddenly began to feel as if it were splitting apart. Her brain ached, her thoughts were centered completely around making the pain stop.
The fire kept moving outward, ignoring her mental pleas. Her body was a furnace from the end of her toes to the top of her head. It finally brought her to her knees as she let out a whimper. Without any apparent reason, it suddenly began to go from a raging heat to a dull burning.
She slowly peeled her eyes open and gradually let her arms fall away from her stomach. She looked down at her hands, gasping. They were changing in front of her eyes. The fingers were becoming slighter, the nails shinier. Her hands were more petite now. They had gained some color and lost their clammy paleness.
Something began to invade her lower peripheral and she bent her head down slightly to see her breasts beginning to grow larger. She looked up excitedly to see them in the mirror. Her breaths were becoming more rapid as she saw her bra finally being filled out. She noticed that her bra had changed from black to white and had changed sizes. She looked up to see a confused stranger staring back at her.
She was stunning. She lifted one of her beautiful hands up to her face slowly and touched her now flawless skin. She stood up with her hands still holding her new face. Her gaze moved to her legs to see a brand new pair. The muscles stood out from them perfectly, not excessively. Her butt was more defined. Her thighs curved gently to her smaller waist. Her excitement was obvious as she let her hands explore her new body. She had become perfect in her mind.
In her mind, it was as if it had been torn in half. One half was her old past which suddenly ended when she put the dress on. The other was her new past; what had happened to her throughout life as she grew up to be this beautiful girl in front of the mirror.
She heard a somewhat frantic knock at the door and saw it open before she said anything. She let her hands fall from her body as her brother stuck his head in and looked around the room. She noticed a mixture of confusion and worry on his face. “You good, sis?” he asked. “I thought I heard you yell something and then fall.”
She stared at him for a few seconds before answering. “Do I look the same?” she asked, not noticing his question. There was a dreamy tone to her voice.
He got a funny smirk on his face as he decided to step into the room. “You look like you always do. Why?”
“I was just wondering.”
“You look beautiful, as usual.” He wondered to himself why this all actually seemed different than usual. He brushed the thought aside as he playfully added, “just like me, remember?”
She rolled her eyes and responded, “you realize we aren’t identical. Remember?”
He smiled as he saw her become her regular self. “Wait! Are you saying that my body isn’t as rocking as yours? Because I think I’m actually pretty good looking? Do you not?!” he asked mockingly.
She laughed and said, “get out!” as she started to push him out the door. He was playfully struggling the whole time. As the door finally closed, she let out a sigh and looked around the room. It had changed just as much as she had. Everything was lighter and organized differently. She had to organize her memories to remember where everything was and how it was arranged.
She moved towards the closet to hang the new dress up and get ready for dinner with her family.
———-
That evening, she prepared to take a shower as usual. She was so nervous just to take a shower. To see her new body. To touch her new body.
She slowly started to disrobe in front of the mirror in the bathroom. As she got down to her bra and panties, her hands began to shudder. She reached back to unclasp her lacy white bra. It slowly fell off of her body to finally set her perfect breasts free. She reached up to her chest to feel them, her breathing ragged and quick.
She massaged them gently, paying special attention to her right breast first, then her left. They felt so amazingly soft. She instinctively began to lift a finger up to her lips and slowly licked it before bringing it down to her right nipple and pinching it gently. She let out a small moan. It was so sensitive.
She glanced down to see that her white panties had a small wet spot on them. Reluctantly, she took her hand and moved it down to her stomach. Sliding it down, she slipped it under the strap of her panties to feel the wetness. The sensation was so new to her. She had never done this in her other past. She brought her hand back up to her face to smell the musky flavor.
She was so hot. She had to get in the shower now or she never would. She quickly turned the water on, slipped her panties down and stepped into the large shower. She was happy to feel the water flowing over her body. It was the perfect way to end a day filled with so much strangeness.
She washed her luscious hair and used some new products on it that she never would have thought to use before. She reached for the soap to wash her body and began to lather it into her skin. It felt so sensual rubbing it all over herself.
As she slipped her soapy hand between her legs, a new electric feeling ran up her stomach. She had never really experienced being horny before because of her disinterest in people but this new body was so excited to feel something rub all over her pussy. With her hand still rubbing her pussy, she leaned against the cold wall to stabilize herself. She didn’t even notice the cold feeling as her finger rubbed up and down her slit. “oooohhhmygosh!”
A knock at the bathroom door woke her up from her horny dream. “Come on, sis! Other people need to take a shower tonight!” she heard her brother yell through the door.
“Shit,” she muttered to herself. She needed to get off right now and now she didn’t have the time. She got done washing, turned the shower off and dried herself. After she brushed her teeth and got ready for bed, she put on a robe and went back into her room.
———-
She laid on the bed and sighed. She was still so horny. To take her mind off of this situation, she rolled over to get her diary out of the drawer of the bedside table. She opened the drawer and stopped. Her new memories popped into her head as she saw that her diary was not in the drawer.
It was full of papers and pictures from her friends at school. And suddenly she remembered the other item in there. She dug to the very bottom of the drawer below everything and pulled the prize out. It was a gift that an older cousin that she was close to had given her as a joke.
She took the cloth from around it to reveal a thin six inch vibrator. She held it in her hand and stared at it. It had never been used. She reached up with her other hand to twist the bottom of it to turn it on to its lowest setting. It started to vibrate in her hand and she twisted it back quickly to turn it off.
She set it down next to her and laid on her back. She grabbed the rope that held her robe together and tugged on it. She opened her robe and lay there naked, unsure of how to proceed.
She slid her hand down her stomach and between her legs again. She found her vagina ready and waiting. Her fingers ran down the slit until she felt her juices on her fingers. Then she took her hand away and reached for the toy beside her.
Her hand held the vibrator and began to slip towards her pussy one inch at a time. She let out a slow breath and then finally touched herself with it. She was cautious at first, but timidly began to move it back and forth along her slit.
Her breasts were moving up and down a little quicker now and her other hand moved up to one of them. It grabbed hard and moved it all around before starting to pinch the nipple. The pressure she put on her nipple made her other hand unintentionally apply some extra pressure. The tip of it pushed into here hole and surprised her, “Oh!”
She took it out quickly and looked down to see it. She brought it up to her face and saw the tip shine with her wetness. She brought it closer and without even considering, moved it to her lips. She rubbed it around her lips a couple times then slipped it into her mouth. “Mmm,” she let out. She moved it back and forth in her mouth a couple times until it was decently lubed.
Then she took it from her mouth and down to her hole once again, sliding it up and down. Finally, she slowly applied the pressure to insert it into her begging hole. The groan she let out was much louder than she expected. It was not going to take long for her to cum.
She pushed the vibrator as deep as it would go into her and let out a very loud cry. In the back of her mind she realized that someone was bound to hear so she tried to be quieter. She started to twist it as it went in and out and accidentally turned it on and forgot completely about being quiet, “Goooooodddd mmmmmm!”
She was getting so close to cumming. Her pussy was throbbing. Her legs were squirming. Her chest was heaving. She closed her mouth and bit her lower lip as she prepared for her explosive orgasm.
Suddenly her moment was ruined by yet another knock on her door. Her movements were fast as she slipped the toy from between her legs and turned it off. She closed her robe and hid everything that needed to be hidden. “What!” she yelled.
He opened the door with a sly grin and she glared at him, “what do you want John.”
“Sorry to interrupt you, but I need a ride to school tomorrow. Cool?”
She grabbed a pillow and threw it at the door as it closed quickly. “Jackass!!” she yelled at him through the door. Her evening was ruined.
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