Lydia had been antsy at school all day long. She watched the seconds tick by during her last class, one foot wiggling while she tapped her pen in anticipation. On one hand, she was anxious to get to Jamie’s house. On the other, she was nervous about what might be happening when she arrived.

Someone behind her was giving her a ‘psst’ every few seconds. She turned to look at Jason, who was waggling his eyebrows and making a crude finger-in-fist gesture at her. She gave him a dirty look and turned back around. At ten minutes till three, she ran out of patience. Gathering her books, she put on her sweetest smile and went to the teacher’s desk, asking him for a bathroom pass.

 

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She bounced through the front door. “Jamie, I’m... uh-oh.” She froze upon seeing another woman sitting in the armchair beside the sofa. There was a toddler sitting on the floor, banging on plastic pegs into a little yellow box.

 

“Come on in,” Jamie waved her forward. “Lydia, this is my sister, Ramona, and my nephew, Ashton. Ramona, this is Lydia. I tutor her.” She grinned.

Lydia edged closer when Ramona extended a hand. She favored Jamie in appearance, now that Lydia looked. Ramona had the same shapely mouth and broad smile, and the slight olive tint to her skin. There was a noticeable difference in their behaviors, though. Ramona dressed very femininely, in a flouncy, pink flowered dress, and had a prim manner about her. She looked a few years older and wore cloyingly sweet perfume that kept Lydia at a distance. Jamie was far more at ease with herself, and womanly where Ramona seemed girlish.

“I’d better go, so you two can get on with your tutoring. I was on my way out, anyway.” Ramona picked up the toddler and his toys, making her way to the door.

 

Jamie followed, opening the door for her. “See you later. Be careful.” She stood at the front door with her arms crossed loosely, watching through the divided panes of glass as her sister drove away. Lydia stood beside her.

“You think she’s pretty?” Jamie asked.

 

“She is. She’s pretty...” Lydia worried her lower lip for a second before looking up from the corner of her eye and continuing. “But you’re beautiful.”

Jamie smiled and went back to her seat on the sofa. She leaned back and crossed her legs. “Good answer.” She patted the cushion. “Sit.”

 

Lydia sat closely, staying quiet.

“We haven’t gotten into your sexual history very much. You haven’t told me anything. Now I’m pushing. Tell me. Before you fucked that boy-”

“Jason.”

“Before you let Jason fuck you, what had you done?”

The younger girl blushed and looked down, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “There isn’t that much to tell. Um... some unthrilling kissing with a couple of boys. A handjob without getting the favour returned- that’s when I gave the sort of blowjob. My, um, less than great experiences are what made me look for stuff online, I guess. I’m not dumb, I know sex is supposed to feel good and it’s something you’re supposed to look forward to, instead of dreading the next time a boy latches a hand onto my tit.”

“Why don’t you fool around with experienced boys more, or men? Why come to me?”

She shrugged, having yet to look back up. “I don’t know... I just don’t get much out of it with boys.”

“Maybe you’re a lesbian?” Jamie grinned wickedly at her shyness.

Lydia looked up at her from under her eyelashes. “Maybe.”

She pulled Lydia onto her lap, the girl lying back against the arm of the sofa and Jamie holding her tightly against herself. Lydia’s hands were pinned behind her back, keeping her from touching herself as she was teased into arousal. Jamie had a hand inside the redhead’s white button-up shirt, alternately kneading one of her breasts and rolling the nipple between her fingers as she kissed her. Lydia’s hips rose rhythmically, begging the other woman to touch her.

“Please...” Lydia whimpered when she was allowed to take a breath.

Jamie smirked and lowered her mouth to the exposed breast, moving her free hand under Lydia’s skirt and just barely grazing the soaking wet crotch of her panties, rubbing only enough to make her want more. Suddenly, she stopped.

“Take off your clothes and go to the bedroom. Don’t touch yourself, or I’ll send you home without anything.” Jamie warned with a smile.

Lydia did as she was told and stood in the middle of the room. It took all of her willpower to keep her hands from making their way between her legs to relieve the unbearable ache there. She thought that she would break just as Jamie walked in with towels in one hand and Oliver’s leash in the other. Jamie left Oliver standing just inside the bedroom door as the cracked one large white towel in the air and spread it on the floor, then the other right next to it.

“Down on your hands and knees.” Jamie commanded, then went to her chest of drawers and pulled out a few toys.

She did as she was told. “Why are your clothes still on?” She asked, looking at Jamie’s black shirt and worn jeans.

“Because tonight is all about you, babe.”

Jamie positioned the younger girl’s legs wider apart and knelt beside her. Wetness glistened in smears on her inner thighs and all over her outer pussy lips. Jamie a small buttplug she’d taken from the drawer and drew the tip across Lydia’s pussy, then pressed it against her asshole, making her gasp.

“You’ve never done anything anal? At all?”

“No...”

“Good. It’s time you experienced it, then.” She slipped the lubricated plug into Lydia with a little pressure, making her moan a bit. “It’s time for you to get to know Oliver.”

“This soon?” She asked with a tremor in her voice.

“You can take him.” Jamie made a kissing noise to call the dog over.

Lydia looked over her shoulder to see Jamie giving Oliver a handjob. The bright red tip of his cock peeked out. More slid into view, swelling as the sheath retracted. Jamie stopped and took his leash off, then patted Lydia’s bottom. Oliver very happily mounted her, stabbing at her pussy until he hit his target with his still enlarging cock. She whimpered as the dog’s cock hammered into her, claiming her.

“Do you like it?” Jamie asked, moving up to look her in the face.

“Oh, God... yes...” She moaned.

Lydia felt the dog’s constant drizzle of pre-come leaking down her leg. She also felt his cock beginning to nudge very deep inside her. “He’s bottoming out.” She gasped.

“That’s okay. His cock is made to go through his bitch’s cervix. It’s just a little uncomfortable at first.” Jamie smiled and kissed her- short, moist kisses that held onto her lips for just a second before the next kiss.

Lydia frowned as the nudging grew more insistent, the tip of the dog’s cock working into the opening of her cervix. It turned into a vague cramp, then sharper until he had forced his way into her womb. She felt the swelling of his knot slip into her pussy, then slip out again before growing big enough that it had was pushing at the entrance to get back in.

“Just relax and let him go in. Let him tie with you.” Jamie encouraged.

She grunted as the dog thrust harder, finally forcing his knot into her. She felt it tugging at her cunt as he continued trying to fuck her at the same speed. The flow of pre-come down her leg stopped as the knot plugged her up completely. Lydia felt him start spurting inside her.

“I think he’s finishing...” She panted heavily.

“Oh, no, he’s not nearly finished. The knot will keep him inside you for a good twenty minutes. That’s why I’m starting you out with him. A bigger dog would keep you tied for forty-five minutes, until his knot went down. Probably more, as tight as your little pussy is. Do you feel him coming?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Dogs can come a huge amount. That’s what the towels are for, when he pulls out.”

Lydia felt the hot come pooling inside her, a spot of heat continually growing. As he filled her with it, her abdomen grew tighter and more uncomfortable. Jamie knew what was happening by the look on her face.

“Lean forward, it’ll help.” She said, pushing the girl’s shoulders down to the floor.

She reached under Lydia and placed her first two fingers on either side of her clit, rubbing them back and forth against it. It didn’t take long for the younger girl to come. She orgasmed with a loud moan, her body jerking with the waves of muscle contractions.

“Mmm... All that come inside you. Wouldn’t it be interesting if you could breed together? Damned incompatible chromosomes, though. But you know, the dog’s sperm tries anyway. Dog sperm invading your little human egg, trying it’s best to fill you full of puppies.” Jamie laughed and licked her lips, “It coats your womb for days, just like it does a female dog’s. Isn’t that just a delicious thought? Just think, the day after tomorrow, when you’re sitting in a boring class, that your insides are still coated with dog come.”

Jamie stayed there, kissing her when she felt like it and playing with Lydia’s nipples until Oliver’s knot had shrunk enough that he could pull his cock out of her. Lydia grunted again as he yanked himself out and wandered away to lick himself clean. The come started spilling out as soon as he got loose, but when she rose up onto just her knees, the rest ran out and down both her thighs, soaking into towels under her. The come was still very warm as it travelled over her skin. It seemed like cups of it had run out of her cunt before it stopped.

Exhausted, she sat down on a dry corner of one towel. Jamie crawled around in front of her and ran her hand across the congealing fluid on the inside of one of Lydia’s thighs, slowly moving it toward her pussy. She thrust three fingers inside, then four. Lydia watched, her breath turning into gasps again as she laid back again. Jamie folded her hand into a fist. Her slender hand had little difficulty in pushing into Lydia, as newly stretched as it was. She was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the pussy entrance around her wrist as she pressed and massaged Lydia’s clit with the thumb of her free hand, making the redhead’s back arch as she pumped her hand more quickly in and out. Lydia came again, grabbing a handful of wet towel in one hand as she did, the inside of her cunt squeezing around Jamie’s hand.

Jamie gently pulled her hand out of Lydia, moving up to lay on top of her.

“What happened to you not getting dirty?” Lydia giggled.

“Screw it. I can shower.”

Jamie lay down on her back with her face near Lydia’s. She licked her fingers clean before putting her index finger into the other girl’s mouth, letting her suck at it, as well.

“Next time, we’ll have a field trip.”

“Ooh, where are we going?”

Jamie gave her a sly wink. “You’ll see...”

* * * * *

The next morning, Lydia woke and got ready for school very happily. She was sore, but it served as a pleasant reminder of Jamie’s most recent lesson. During history class, Jamie's words popped into her mind. She remembered what Jamie had said about her insides still being coated with Oliver's come. Lydia hid the small smile that made itsway onto her face at the thought. She shifted in her desk, feeling the slick folds of her pussy slide against one another when she began to soak through her panties as result of the fantasy filling her head.

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