But while I was good in class, Doreen was good in other things and knew more about It then I did. You know what I mean--IT!--IT!! So she mostly talked and I mostly listened and tried to learn all the secrets I hadn't learned yet--boys and things. She had a boy friend and I didn't. I knew I would but didn't know how to do that so I listened to what she said. Intently.

I knew about part of It already and did it every chance I got. To myself. You know. With my hand. It was like petting my kitty, in a way, but very different. I started out petting myself when I grew hairs there and then...some exploring and one day it was not just petting and exploring but felt really different and especially good. Great! It snuck up on me and then, well, you can probably guess the rest so why mention it. I never told anyone else but it happened every day almost and mostly at night when I went to bed and it was quiet and sometimes on the weekends in the mornings when I got to sleep late. It felt really good and I tried to make it last as long as possible. It helped put me to sleep and took my mind off things. Other things at least. I'd feel along my thighs and check my hair and pet it and part my lips and feel, get in a rhythm...and...then I'd pull up the covers and rest.

I never told Doreen and pretended to be knowledgeable but she knew better. She knew I did It. She did too but she spoke about it to me so I listened. She even put things in her. Not just her fingers but things like carrots or a cucumber. She said to let them sit in the sun and get warm and it was best that way. I was embarrassed to tell her and didn't but the next morning I tried it just like she said and ended up using both hands to work on myself. But now I knew she was smart. My expert. "And if that feels good," she said one time, "wait for the real thing.!"

"I don't even have a boyfriend or even a boy who is a friend," I said. That got us started on the subject. I needed her expert help. She said she was meeting her boyfriend at his house Saturday afternoon. "Why don't you come over and join us?" she said. "His brother will be there, too, and we can sit around and watch the telly and stuff." I wondered what kind of stuff and it was just his brother but he was a boy and maybe we could be friends and that was, at least, a start in the right direction so I agreed. I could hardly wait for Saturday. Exciting. And I got excited that night. Late at night. You know, and didn't need cucumbers or carrots. It happened so fast that night.

Then time stopped on me, or seemed to stop. Two more days to go and it was slow going. Minutes tick, ticking and the hours were very long but then it was Saturday morning and I put on one of my lightweight dresses. It had been hot weather. This time, I wore knickers. I wanted to be safe around the boy who might be a friend. I was not that sort of girl. I was very shy about this and decided I should think up an excuse for not going--like with gym class--but I couldn't' think of a good excuse except I was scared. Very scared. But how could I tell Doreen I was afraid. Afraid of what? Watching the telly? She would disown me for all time and not be my expert because she would be laughing so hard.

So I went. My legs seemed thick and I had trouble getting started. My shoes were heavy but I kept at it and soon was at her front door. Knocked, door opened and then she and I were on our way to her boyfriend's parents house. Knocked, door opened and inside went we two girls. It was a nice house, semi-detached. Not a row house. Doreen and I sat on the couch in the lounge. Her boyfriend said he would bring drinks. The house was quiet. I wondered where his parents were. "Where are his parents, Doreen?" I asked. "Spain for the week!" My face flushed. We were alone in the house with the boyfriend and his brother! That was bad. And exciting. But we wouldn't have to be nice to adults, which is always awkward. "Hi. Nice to meet you." And all that. I wondered about the boyfriend's brother and what he looked like. It was exciting. "You're wearing knickers!" Doreen said! "Why are you doing that?" My face went hot. "Why...I don't believe it. You're scared. There's nothing to be scared of. We're just watching the telly and having a drink. We can leave if you're scared." I shook my head. I was scared and did want to leave but I was scared to say it so I sat there and waited.Doreen turned on the telly.

Her boyfriend came in the lounge with drinks and some cheese and crackers. "My brother is late. He had a game. I told him all about your friend and he said he'd be here as soon as possible."

There was a cat sitting in the corner of the room. "Here kitty," I said and it walked to me and jumped on my lap. I pet it behind the ears and it began to purr. Loudly. "That's our family cat. Its name is Fluffy. Fluffy the Cat." She sure was fluffy and friendly and pushed his head into my hand again and again. "She likes you. She's that way with people she likes, girls especially. A good old friendly cat." I felt better now. Stroking the cat relaxed me...then the front door opened. It was his brother. In short pants. His legs were muscular! He had a nice smile too and I was introduced. I just sat there, stroking Fluffy..."well obviously Fluffy and you are friends," he said. "I'll be right back!" and with that my potential friend bounded up the stairs and I could hear doors opening, closing, the drawer of a dresser, opening and closing, and then he was back again with us. Still wearing shorts, a different pair and a loose fitting shirt. If this was to be my first boy friend I liked it. I mean...Him.

And thank goodness Doreen had turned on the telly. I was so nervous I didn't know if my mouth could make words. Then we all four sat on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, arm against arm and I relaxed a little and thought I was really chicken to wear knickers and kind of wished I hadn't. Nothing was going to happen. We were just going to watch some shows and then go home. I felt ashamed of myself. First chance I would take them off and be like my best friend Doreen but didn't know how I could ever do that until much later. Oh well! Who's to know anyway. Right? Right.

There were some good shows. Any show would do as long as I didn't have to talk. I don't know how long we sat there but I stared straight ahead at the screen. That's when Doreen did it. She kissed her boyfriend. Not just a peck but a long kiss. I didn't see her do it, mind. I could feel the couch moving and hear the clothing moving and hear them kissing and squeezing. In fact, I could see their shadows in the TV screen. It was like they were on the telly, in moving shadows. Then his brother put his arm on the back of the couch, right behind my neck. I could feel the warmth of his arm.

Fluffy jumped on my lap and settled in. I started petting her again and so did her brother! We were almost holding hands--touching hands-- and petting the kitty. I looked at him and he kissed me. And put his hand on my arm which was very busy with the kitty just then. "You're pretty," he said and kept kissing me. Then his arm was around my shoulder and I was under my covers "petting my kitty" and dreaming of pretty soft things making my face hot. There were three hands all over me. My own hand and his two and my other hand petting the kitty on my lap, petting under the covers, purring loudly and pushing into my hand, adjusting itself on my lap but there was too much movement and the kitty jumped down on the floor.

I took a breath and looked over on the couch. Doreen wasn't kissing any more and wasn't on the couch. She had his Thing in her mouth. His head was back and she was licking him. Holding it up to her mouth and licking! And I had both his arms around me, feeling along my shoulders and the outside of my dress, down my legs to the hem and further down. His hand was hot on my bare legs. I was glad for my knickers. A little protection from his hand. I thought I needed an excuse to leave and started thinking up a good one. I had to be home for dinner. I had to meet my sister. His hand was under my dress and warm between my legs. I looked over again and Doreen was on her boyfriend's lap. Sitting on him and straddling his legs. I knew she was naked underneath and seeing her was exciting. I felt a hand petting me, making me hot. I pushed his hand away but the hand pushed back and his fingers felt the edges of my knickers. I pushed again and...again and squeezed on the hand. The fingers were under my knickers and moving against my skin. Pushing them aside. It was cool.

I felt trapped and pushed at the hand and looked for help from Doreen but she was busy hugging her boyfriend. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this. Her dress covered both of them at their waists but I could imagine carrots and cucumbers and John Thomas and Rogering and she was lifting up and down at his waist. She opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled. I knew I couldn't leave. She was out of breath and eager and intent and her eyes were glazed. Her tongue came out a little between her lips and then went back into her mouth. Her boyfriend's hands were under the dress, around her waist, holding her into him. I couldn't push away the hand under my dress. It felt good there. It was just like my own hand after all so what difference did it make. I did it to myself. He was doing the...s..same thing. It was okay...I calmed down and pushed a little against him but somehow it wasn't a push now, I was feeling him feeling me. Making me really dreamy and I took a deep breath and left my hands on top of his and was under my covers, opening my legs a little.

The scene held me as I was being held and his fingers were slippery on me. And slipping into me. He had pushed aside my knickers and I was naked for him. I liked it and was ashamed of how good it felt and that I shouldn't let him know it. I was resting, under the covers, petting my fanny, stroking, breathing hard. I wondered if the front door was locked. Whether his parents were really in Spain and what they were doing there just now. Maybe the same as us. I looked over at the telly and Fluffy looked back. Wondering at all of us and all the movement and why we weren't just still. She licked herself and I felt my legs spread and I pushed at his hand but he was at work on me, working me up. I didn't push real hard. I wanted the feeling. Not the one I often gave myself, or the cucumber feeling. I wanted the feeling He would give me; what His fingers were bringing to my body and I had to open my legs more and I felt it was coming. I was scared and not scared. Frightened by all these things but not frightened. Wanting these feelings...not what my hand brought...the feelings from a boy's hand, fingering me and I pushed at his hand, or grabbed rather, I didn't want his hand to leave me or stop its movements and lifted my body to his touching. I needed his beautiful hand to know it belonged in me. That my body loved the stroking. It was in a wild rhythm and now I was holding the rhythm on me. I didn't care what he thought. I wanted the great feeling. I was reaching for it. Desparate. Stroking his wrist as it was stroking and stroking and stroking me. Looking at Doreen. She was staring at me and smiling, still straddling her boyfriend, just staring at me. I couldn't smile or stare. My eyes glazed and I lost control and held my breath and moved on the delicious rhythms at my waist and exhaled and squeezed my legs on his fingers to make him stop. Please stop now. He had to stop and let me rest. Let me pull up my covers and rest.

I think back on that afternoon. About the boyfriend and the feelings. I remember the feelings but I don't remember his name. A hand and fingers and feelings. How could I forget but no name. Just Fluffy, licking herself, looking at all of us. I didn't wear kickers the next time I went to see him. Why bother?

I was just a little girl.  Not that little.  I had learned some of the joys of the body but always when alone in bed, in the morning or at night...Before my discoveries I was never anxious when it was time for bed.  My attitude had changed.  It was something I now enjoyed, those waking moments before sleep or after just awakening, and I could explore myself, in private, feeling my privates.  My growing breasts--better than any other girl in my classes--my smooth skin and thighs and really smooth in between.  It made me feel excited and alive and relaxed.  I never felt as good as that.

I washed between my toes and the soles of my foot and it tickled me all over.  I must have shuddred because my puppy moved closer to my foot and sniffed at the bowl.  I patted his head.  He was ready for his treat but I continued washing, drying my hands, adjusting my housecoat so that it draped my waist and left my knees open.  I didn't want to get my clothing wet.  Buster licked my ankle, getting a taste of the soapy water.  His tongue was warm, like the water.  He looked up, wanting his treat.  It wouldn't be long now.  His mouth stayed open, his tongue moving in and out, a little spittle dripping from the corners of his mouth. He licked me again.

When I laid in bed I would let my mind wander to things that were soft and warm, like my little breasts,  gentle breezes at the beach where I would picnic with my family, soft grasses bending in the wind, waves ever-spashing on the shore and I would dip my fingers in a rhythm between my folds, thinking in the quiet of my room of the dirty words that my girlfriends and I giggled about as we said them:  "cunt" "fucking" "cock" and I kept up the dipping, dipping until I got breathless and my skin had goose bumps.

Buster licked me again and my thighs had goosebumps. My face was warm and I looked at him, pushing his mouth away.  He sat back and came at me again, licking my ankle.  I felt funny in my "cunt."  With a dog!  I was embarrased and red in the face.  This was stupid.  But it felt good.  I felt my goose bumped flesh and rested back on my elbows, feeling him lick, closing my eyes.  I noticed how quiet it was in the room and remembered our front door was locked.  There wasn't a sound except for the breathing of Buster and his slobbering when he licked.  He must have liked the salty taste of my skin and as he licked one spot clean he went to another, inching up my leg.

I should stop him and would, in a little bit.  It felt good, his moist warm tongue.  I was dreamy and dizzy.  I took a deep breath.  No one would know.  I was being dirty and I knew it but it felt too good to stop Buster.  I didn't want to get up, I hadn't even washed my feet.  Buster moved just then.  He must have smelled me, sensed there was a better place to lick.  His nose was cold and shocking.  I decided to get up and stop all this.  Just then his nose was replaced by his licking warm tongue.  He had found my spot so instantly.  I was amazed.  It was cold and warm.  Right on my secret spot.  I never felt like that before and then he did it again.  What a bad dog.  A really dirty dog and he would be punished but the damn dog licked me again, right on my cunt spot.  I couldn't help my legs opening.  I couldn't held cradling his dirty head.  I couldn't stop focusing his mouth on my spot, wet with his spittle.

I jumped at my waist, opening my little lips to his tongue which urgently dipped along my lips lifting my spot.  I was breathing hard now and deeply and spreading my lips, helping his dirty tongue lick my dirty little body all over.  "Please don't stop" I thought.  "Please.  This is so good and so wrong," and my hips spasmed as my feelings built. I felt myself at the beach as waves pulsed inside me.  I rested my head back on the step and released to the petting of my body by this naughty creature.  He licked me clean, slowly and finally stopped.

My breathing returned.  I realized I hadn't finished washing.  I felt clean already.  Couldn't wait for next week and my thorough cleansing, even if it was "dirty."

I mean, I have a good life. After husband and children were off to work and school, I had a whole day to myself-my duties, that is. Picking-up (the one things husbands and children were brain-dead about) and washing/ironing and cleaning and dishes and dinner-plans and that, without clever planning, took the whole day, day after day after day. But I needed the detached reflection a diary might give and it might be entertaining. Where to begin...

Day One: Dear Diary-

Again... Dear Diary- I'm Marvene; I'm 36 years old; I'm an ordinary hard-working and much bored housewife in the usual housewife rut and with your help, maybe I can get out of the humdrum and have a little excitement telling you of my days and my story to this date even though I'm not that old and from day to day when something happens.

This one was like the other days. About a pat on my butt and an observation as husband left the family nest for another day which he surely thought was dull; but he was out driving to the office and selecting a place for lunch. Even if he went to the same place he COULD go somewhere else anytime he wanted or take a bag lunch-yuck. But I mean he had lots of choices. I didn't.

And he could go somewhere after work if he wanted and blame it on a traffic janL..I didn't know if he did but he COULD. And what could I do, in home, cleaning, washing and the rest. Those were the choices for me-An American Housewife!

I looked into our back yard. The dog was resting under the tree. Smart to stay in the shade and while I was sweating inside already so I took off my housecoat. There was no one around to see anyway. We American Housewives tend to relax a little in our domain and to get creative. After all-housewife-wife to the house-married to the house is more like it ... if we weren't innovative what were we.

Today, Diary-

I went to my room and got ready for my shower. The water was good and cooled me down but when I got out I was like radiating all over from the water. I put on my light dress and went back to my magazine and the end of the exercise video-bend down, touch your toes-I tried it and it made the backs of my legs sore but I touched my toes. The dog was watching and stopped licking as I went up and down, giving him a free show up naked my legs and bottom.

Funny, dog,s eyes. I don't know if they see things but they look like they do. He licked his lips as he watched and I felt funny and stopped and sat on the couch with my magazine. It was a story about a secretary that I was reading. She was a non-housewife-type of girl and thought she was a hot thing. I used to think of myself as hot and then got married.

I read the story and started fantasizing about the girl in the story, which is what we readers are supposed to do but the story was doing it to me and I finally put it down feeling funny reading it and getting hot about some fiction of a girl at the office crossing her legs and

making the guy look at her from across the room and checking her legs and the crack between and he came over and said something to her that made her blush. Then I started to blush but it was from my imagination and my hands feeling along my dress.

The guy in the story met the secretary after work and they had a drink across the street and she said she had a crush on him and he felt uneasy because he was married but wanted her-on him and she wanted him-in her and the drinks took away their resistance. They arranged to meet later and set up a fake doctor's appointment on the same days and went to a hotel ... and .. well... you know the rest, diary. That's where the story ended but it left me up in the air and feeling my dress.

 

I raised my dress and felt all over my naked legs. I went into my bedroom and found my vibrator, in the bottom drawer, at the back and under the sheets where no one but me would look and went back to the couch. The dog was watching me, licking himself with his long, long tongue.

I laid my head back and continued feeling over my legs and my crack and dipped a figure inside, just checking, diary, but I knew what I would find. It felt good there and I had all day if I wanted to wait that long which I didn't! It was quiet, except for the TV and I switched it to Mute and listened to some birds in the garden and felt myself all over and back and forth. I was being patient. I knew what I was doing and opened my eyes to watch the dog, with eager eyes, looking at me and he seemed curious as to my movements, which were getting faster and making me start to twitch. This is when I started to hope there would be no interruptions and no telephone ringing and that I could just feel and bring myself to the edge.

Day/Night 2 Diary!:Ilm

His name was Barry and he and his wife were our own age and had been to our house for barbecues several times and we had visited them also. We were friends but not close and I had fantasized about him because he seemed so strong. When he handed me the saw I noticed for the first time how big were his hands and started thinking about that old wife's tale-you know about the large size of a man's dick if he had large hands. It made me go wet all of a sudden and I had to sit down and say: @Help yourself."

I knew my face was even redder than it had been. @It's hot outside." I was making light conversation but I felt very vulnerable with him standing there at the refrigerator, his back turned, and I could watch him move without getting caught. But he caught me looking and smiled. @It's hotter in here than it is outside." It was a tone of voice he had that made me wonder if he guessed what I was feeling and then we walked into the living room.

Now I was mortified. There on our couch was my vibrator and it was plugged in, too! Maybe he wouldn't notice but of course, he did notice and smiled at me with a knowing look and sat on the couch. I sat so the vibrator was at least on the other side of me from where he sat.

@My wife thinks that's the greatest invention of all time-better than a hair dryer!" I didn't-couldn't-say anything. 'Is that why your cheeks are red? Now I know what housewives do in the morning while we men are at work." He wasn't being mean, and said it in a light tone.

'Well, now you know,' I said, wondering where this conversation was going.

"Can I watch you use it?" ..."I think I'd better get dressed and do my shopping as soon as you're finished with your drink.' He took me by the wrist, '6Can't shopping wait for a minute?" I just sat there. *Come on, I won't do anything, just watch. I've always wondered if you were as hot as you look. My wife and I even talked about how pretty you are. She thinks you have a great figure. But you know what they say-good on the looks and cool inside.' He reached across me and grabbed the vibrator. "My wife likes it when I watch her use it and she wouldn't mind at all. She would probably even be jealous if she knewwhich she won't." I felt strange with this good-looking man holding my wrist and holding my vibrator and then he turned it on and I thought, dear diary, '6Why not? But just for a minute and then he would have to leave."

I took hold of it. "Let me switch it on for you." It began to hum and I could feel the sound, if that's possible, all through me. I was still hot and getting

hotter, just with the thought of what was happening at that moment. I lifted my dress and put it underneath so he could hear it and see my movements but couldn't actually see me. That was as much as I was willing to do and just for a minute or two but then he kissed me and I put it right between my legs and spread them a little so it was on me and intense and I couldn't help myself and kissed him back and felt him lifting my dress to my waist and he could see I was naked and maybe even see I was really wet and I let myself go and enjoyed it. I was so embarrassed and that made me even more hot and then he put his hands on me and spread me open all the time he was kissing me and I was kissing back in earnest and then I couldn't even kiss him and was breathing air into my mouth. I was some other place, in outer space and climbing my mountain and my hips lifted to that vibrator and I felt his hand go under me and his skin was warm on mine and I was so hot, hot!

He played with me and whispered in my ear how wet I was and he liked that a lot and I was limp and resting and cool between my legs and just lying there. He didn't try anything else but I wanted to see and feel his cock in my hands and inside me and was afraid to say anything. I just couldn't. I was exhausted and how could I look at his wife at our next barbecue. I just laid there with my eyes closed, naked from the waist down and relaxed, very relaxed and noticed how quiet it was when he kissed me and quietly closed the door on his way out.

So now you know why I missed writing the rest of the story until just now and it made me hot just telling you what happened. So I'll close for now and will write again soon, about less exciting things probably, but you never know.

Diary 3:

 

I had gotten mine when my shoulders were very sore and at the same time I was in the appliance section of our department store. The pictures on the box showed a woman using it on her back and so I got it. It was cheap. One of the best buys in my life! When I got it home, I put it on my back and shoulders and it was relaxing but not any more than a hot shower. It laid in the drawer for more than a year when one of my magazine stories had a character who was laughing about vibrators when the other character in the story mentioned them as being as good as a man but you didn't have to wash and cook for it. It got me to thinking.

Of course, I'd heard giggles about '6sex toys" but that was girl giggles and nonsense. Then the story and the giggles I remembered and I said to myself-when I have a private moment I might just give it a try.

Then I got busy on a school project for my daughter-we were building a kind of toy box for the kindergarten kids at a day care center and we were driving to get wood and nails and cutting the pieces and making a real toy box, painting it and it took all my spare time. That project was finished and I had more time to myself during the day.

I wanted to be sure to have some time alone and planned ahead, doing all my washing and cleaning on Monday, Tuesday was My day. The children and husband all out of the house, a little coffee and the early morning news and then I was in for a shower and my lightest housecoat. Back to the kitchen and even a glass of white wine, some music and a quiet mood. I sat and watched outside as a bird flew into the tree and our dog rested in the shade. I had another swallow and began to relax. I wondered if I was being silly, having time alone but I needed this. Finally, I got up and went into the closet-which is where I had tossed the vibrator. It wasn't until later that I felt like hiding it in the drawer.

It had different little knobs and I put on the simplest one, shaped like a thumb, and returned to the living room couch. I had another swallow of wine and started to feel mellow, laying my head back and stretching my legs. My housecoat fell open and I touched my thighs with both hands. They were cool and smooth and my hands made me tingle at my crotch. Maybe I'd just forget my new toy and feel myself and make myself come on my fingers like I always had. I was already a little wet and my finger slipped along my lips easily. I loosened my housecoat some

more and started that nice motion along my lips, fingers spreading, finger dipping and slipping and feeling myself up and I almost lost myself and stopped to have more wine and sat up. I had my plan and I was going to do it.

It's strange, Diary, but I felt guilty or naughty or something like, "I shouldn't be doing this. Doing what? It's my body and I'm just dealing with boredom. Right?" But I was afraid of getting caught. All of it made it more exciting, I guess but I hesitated before switching it on.

It felt good in my hand but I went right to work on myself. That thumb made my skin tingle wherever I put it along my thighs. I closed my eyes and listened to the humming and moved it up and down and all over and just enjoyed the sensations. I moved it through my hairs and along each side and down and back up. My body started responding on its own and I didn't really think what I was doing after awhile as it moved along the lines of my flesh, down one side and the other and then, between and along my lips. I put one hand holding myself open and

with the other worked myself. My feelings told it where to stop but I took it away in a didn't want this to be over quickly, slowly, playing, in hand down to pull the vibrator over move and, eventually few seconds. I

week for this time and wanted it to last but then I put it back there where I wanted, needed, it, to...... beeee. And, Oh! Was it wonderful right there. It made my hips move and I could feel my lips embrace the thumb and quiver and respond. I knew I was really, really wet and it felt so good, like nothing I had ever felt. Then I had to rest and turned it off and lay there breathing hard, my head light with the wine and how intense I had felt.

Diary 4:

This was a day for my reawakening. I felt better about myself in some way because of my experience. I'd never do anything like that but it happened and opened my feelings about myself. Up to that time I was a homebody, a housewife doing house things-washing, cleaning, cooking, and things like that and I was definitely loyal to my family and my husband; had missionary style sex, in bed, at night, at the appointed hour, didn't give blow-jobs, didn't play golf, didn't watch sports. I was about as ordinary a bored housewife as there was. So by accident Barry had

opened me up-in a way taken away another layer of virginity and I felt a new sense of freedom or abandon; I felt empowered to act against boredom with my mind and body. I still went quickly back inside when I got a glimpse of Barry but determined to be out.

I was wearing my new dress, with a bright blue and yellow pattern; with my hair up and my gold neck chain. I looked cool, or so I thought. I walked to our market to do a little shopping and just get out for the first time since my 'visitor.' I felt self-conscious even days later and one or two men seemed to look at me at the market. Goodlooking men with good hands! I leaned over to pick some vegetables from the back and could see they were looking at my legs-one of best features. My dress was a length where inquiring eyes got a good idea of my shape when I leaned out. I didn't wear stockings-not for a trip to the market in mid-day and only thin cotton panties meant they could enjoy the body movement in each of my steps as I went further down the aisle.

 

I wasn't feeling housewife-ish just then and more the "wanton woman" but I felt a sense of release from boredom and I liked that. That was what it was all about at least for a few hours of the day before I returned to my usual duties. I wondered what would be the next bit of exploration for my liberation.

Dear Diary-

'I thought a lot about knocking but couldn't help it.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well don't stand out there in the sun," I said. He came in. 'Would you like something ... to drink, I mean." We both laughed. I mean, I think I knew what he wanted but couldn't say and he felt exactly the same: ME, MY BODY AND ME! Or was it HIM, HIS BODY AND HIM? I got him a beer and poured myself some wine. No one would be home for hours, yet. I had the air-conditioning on and it was cool inside. The sound of the air-conditioner shut out the other noises from the street and made it private for us for whatever we wanted to make of privacy.

"You know I've been married over five years. We have a good marriage." I nodded. "But not exciting ... I mean...we love each other an all but it's a kiss at the door and

smile at dinner and a hug in bed and sleep and then we're off to work and another kiss, smile and hug. Not exciting but happy."

I nodded: "Me, too." We sipped our drinks and walked into the living room. (the vibrator was gone, of course, but its memory lingered in both our minds) 'Nothing happened, right?" I think that was true so why did his saying that make me hot? I guess I'd been hot, off and on, for no particular reason, almost all the time since that day.

" I love my husband, too," I said, "He's good to me but we do the same kiss, smile and hug, a lot."

'Have you had a nice day? It's been hot and business is slow so I took the afternoon off but I had something else in mind, obviously. I don't have to be home for

hours."

"Can I fix you a sandwich?" I went into the kitchen to cool off. He followed me and I got out some bread and cheeses and handed Barry another beer. I shouldn't have. I should have asked him to leave. I should have not let him in the first place. I shouldn't but I did and he came up from behind and hugged me and I leaned against him and he pressed his hands around my front and I spread my legs as he cupped his fingers into me. I was wet and I knew he felt it. I held on to the counter as he pulled me back, lifting my dress and pulling off my panties. Maybe it was the wine, maybe I had thought about this and imagined it and didn't know how I would react and I just let him, let him make me naked, let him feel me all over and let him put his finger inside me and then two fingers and I leaned over as he pulled out and I heard his zipper and felt his flesh against me.

I reached under and felt his long cock and balls and stroked him to my lips, just parting them. Holding the kitchen counter, I waited, it seemed a long wait, I was very hot and my lips were around the tip of him. He slid into me easily and very deeply. Then I could feel his balls pressing against me and I lifted myself on him as he hit against me, again and then again and I was lost in my own kitchen with the air-conditioning fan and the quiet of his thrusting and bringing me against his long cock until my knees went weak and he held me up, my weak legs held around his thighs as he pressed me against the counter and I felt I was completely naked, open and filled with him and wet down my thighs and breathless as his movements slowed and I knew he had come, too, and was slowing and cooling and slipping out of me. He kissed my neck and smiled and hugged. This was different, this was exciting. Beautiful the way our bodies were in unison of movement and coming together with more hugs and

kisses and breathings and then, he was gone and I had to hurry and clean up and get rid of the beer cans and drink the wine I had left in the glass.

And I had to go sit on the couch and wonder what further liberations were in store for me. I felt ready for the next episode and turned on the TV to cool down, picked up that old magazine and looked at some of the other stories. If they only knew of my story! It was too hot to read the mag. My dog sat there, licking and looking at me. He seemed to know. I sat and just turned the pages and cooled off.

school nurse. Not to mention the "loads and loads of homework" which meant to their rooms and time for me to start dinner, which I did, still in a glow from my 'dull' day.

'Hi! Honey!" and a smile, kiss and hug and back to the salad makings. Then dinner and 'How was work?" 'Okay" and 'How was your day?" 'Okay..." and then television and bed and a smile/hug/kiss and I lay there thinking, dreaming, getting a little wet and turning over so I would not get an errant squeeze and questions ... How would I explain that? I blushed under the sheets and got more wet and a little scared from my exciting day. I decided to put a stop to it. It was wrong. I should be a 'good little housewife" but I felt very naughty and excited. You know, diary. Maybe there were more diaries before therapy was popular. A diary was an understanding friend; and would never tell the secrets but I got hot even just writing to my diary.

To be honest, Barry's cock was very hard and long and made me come extra good. Knowing it was wrong and a secret made me come even more intensely. And I wanted him again. So much for my promises but I had to wait. Maybe he wouldn't visit me when I was alone and I'd have to settle for having my dreams. I heard my husband, next to me, in his deep, 'I'm asleep" breathing and put my hands down to feel myself. I wanted to come again right there with him asleep beside me but I didn't dare!

Next morning when I awoke, my hands were still holding myself, and what dreams I had, of many things and boys and girls and ... I better not say what else. I had to get up and help everyone else off to their day and I couldn't put off vacuuming another day so they were off-smiling, kissing, hugging, and I was doing my obedient housewifery things.

There weren't that many clothes, ironing and dishes and I finished early and took a nap. I needed a rest what with all my nocturnal dreaming which had tired me out. The pillow felt soft and I was soon drifting off. I couldn't keep him out of mind, Barry, and couldn't keep my hands away from myself and then my fingers were at work again.

I saw us, in the kitchen, like it wasn't me. It was me as a third person and watching. And I watched as he put his arms at my waist, lifted my dress, felt all my wet flesh...

And then, I remembered, it was a long time ago when I didn't understand things as well. I had been on my way home from school and full of the usual stories, waiting to tell of the vice-principal and the school nurse and that sort of thing when one of the boys, Steve, came up and started walking along with me. He asked if was going to the school dance and asked me to go with him. It wasn't my first date, that was too scary to enjoy with all the fussing at home and the new dress and shoes and not knowing what to say on a date and whether he would try to kiss mehe did but I didn't kiss back.

This would be the first real dance where I felt comfortable except, until he asked, I had no one to go with. So now I was going, with him, and he was cute and I was looking forward to this one. He asked if we could walk down by the river bank near our home so I went with him. He said we should get to know each other a little before the dance and then we could enjoy it more-it seemed okay to me at the time.

We walked through some of the bushes and bent down to get under some of the brush to where the water came up close to where we were walking. 'Let's sit down for a little." I did. I was a warm day and we both wore lightweight clothing. Steve took hold of my hand when we sat down. 'I've been wanting to ask you to the dance for a long time but I was afraid you would say 'No.' I'm glad someone else didn't ask because you're the cutest girl in class." I wondered if I should believe him but it seemed okay. I was cute and had a pretty body that was filling

out as nice as some of the girls and better than most. He squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.

We sat on the grass by the bank and listened to the trees rustling in the wind. @How many dances have you been to?" he asked. "Last year I went to my first dance and this is the second. I was real nervous the first time. I didn't know what I should wear and what he would do. I mean I went with David." 'I know Dave. He's okay."

'I like him but not that way, I mean, well you know."

Steve nodded and leaned back on the grass, still holding my hand. I sort of felt like lying back with him but didn't. Then I did and looked up at the sky and the clouds. Steve said: 'Could you ever like me, that way?" said I didn't know. He said, *Would you try, at least until after we go to the dance." I looked at him and he smiled and gave me a hug. 'You're really nice." I blushed, I think, and he squeezed my hand and reached to kiss me. I pulled back. I wasn't ready for that and didn't know what would happen next but he held me to his face and kissed me. His lips were nice and I was wrong, I know, but I kissed him back and then he kissed me again and we kissed and kissed for a long time by the river bank and I couldn't hear any wind in the trees and could only feel his lips. He put his tongue in my mouth and I started to sit up but he pulled me back and then I opened my mouth to him. It felt crazy having his tongue slipping in my mouth and he licked my lips then and I felt my body start to tingle.

I put my tongue around his and he held me tight and I got scared and sat up and said 'I've got to go. I'll see you in school tomorrow." And straightened my hair and dress and bent over for my books and walked or almost ran home and went straight to my room when I got home. All my feelings were new to me and I felt uncomfortable and maybe wouldn't go to the dance with Steve. He might try something again. And, too, I felt cool between my legs and looked at myself and put my fingers there and was slippery wet. It felt good when I touched myself so I stopped and started doing my homework. I couldn't pay attention to my work but kept at it and finally got it done but the teacher said I must have been daydreaming and made me do it over!

But about the dance. I saw Steve at school the next day even I did try to avoid him a little and we came to face during lunch break. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it," he said. 'You kiss good." I just looked down and felt that feeling again. 'You want to eat together?' So we walked to one of the benches and had our

lunch. "You're not mad, are you?" "Just eat your lunch, Steve!" I said it in a tone of voice that let him know how I felt-if confused is the word for how I felt or maybe a little scared but excited, you know Diary. I didn't know what it was then but he was the first boy that made me feel excited when I was near him, or even thinking about him.

I'm glad I saw Steve the very next day even if I didn't look him in the face. I felt nervous around him but it was a good nervous. My Mom and I went shopping after school and I got a nice dress for the dance and shoes. So I was going after all. We got home and it was dinner and homework but I couldn't concentrate. All I saw was Steve and his mouth and lips and could almost feel his hands holding me and the warmth of his body and it was hard to do homework when all that was happening.

Then I took a shower and got in bed and looked at the ceiling for a long time and saw Steve and his face and body and hands holding me and his mouth on mine and licked inside my mouth and kind of pretended it was him and promised I wouldn't let him do that because I knew it was dirty and wrong and I was being bad to let him or want him and I wouldn't anymore. I promised myself do any of that again. I was too young and he was being forward and assuming a lot about me and he was very much wrong about me. I didn't want to be "that kind" of girl whether it was exciting or not.

I kept looking at the ceiling. My nightie was very silky and I started touching it and watching Steve. He was cute and his lips were soft on mine and I outlined the shape of my body under the nightie. I had a nice shape and it relaxed me, feeling over my skin. I closed my eyes but he was till there and I imagined he was naked.

I'd never seen a boy naked but I'd seen statues and knew what they looked like except this particular naked boy was Steve! and he was kissing me and making my body feel good. It was okay to do this in my own room. The door was closed and the light out and it was just a dream.

I reached out to him and he took a step and held me. His skin was against me and his hands were all over and lifting my clothing, feeling me and licking my lips. I felt my fingers on my skin and I was slippery again and it was exciting to touch and feel myself. I looked to be sure my door was shut and lifted my leg and put my finger inside and stroked my body and was very wet and turned on my side, leaving my hand there and went to sleep feeling very warm.

Well, Diary, I'm telling you more about what happened years ago to this American Housewife. I hope you don't

mind. I had some good times in school before I started being bored and dull and I like telling you so...

Finally we got to the day of the dance. I lost my appetite. Steve seemed so relaxed at school but all the other girls and I could talk about was getting ready for the dance and what we were all wearing and we decided we wouldn't get there on time, we would be nonchalant and arrive a little later. At least that's what we said. What we did, what I did, was different than planned. In fact, I almost didn't get to the dance at all!

Steve picked me up on time and there was all the fussing to get ready and to meet my parents and to say 'Don't be home too late.' And all that and then we were off. I could see he had washed his car and waxed it. I sat next to the door. He looked at me when he closed the door and smiled and got in and we drove off. "You don't want to get there when it starts, do you?" He was reading my mind. 'Come on, sit over here, next to me." I slid over and was right next to him. I could feel his warmth through my dress. Then he put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. "I know a good place we can go and just sit in the car and talk and then we can go to the dance and be a little late." "Okay." I didn't know what was going to happen but it was a good idea to be a little late. It was like telling everyone we had been to lots and lots of dances and didn't need to be on time as there would be plenty of time at the dance even if we weren't the first ones there.

So Steve and I drove along and then we turned off and down a road and were beside the river again. Near where we had been before when he was putting his tongue in my mouth! Except this time we were in his car and kind of private.

Now was the time for me to remember my promise to myself. When I sat close to him it was hard to keep thinking my clean thoughts so I didn't sit as close as I might. But then he put his arm around me and it felt warm and I couldn't help but cuddle a little and feel good about being there and it was pretty, the river, the trees, the car, his arm and leg against me.

'I know we shouldn't but I like you and you're pretty." And I began to weaken. He kissed my neck and ear and breathed on me and turned my face to his. "I love you." I'd never heard anyone say that to me-not from a boy to me! Then he kissed me and I couldn't do anything about it and kissed him and then our tongues were touching and I felt I was getting slippery wet again and didn't know what to do and then sat up again and moved near my door. This was too much for me. The trouble was I liked it and liked him and liked the kissing and getting wet was wonderful and meant I was growing up with strong feelings. I bet the other girls didn't know anything

about feeling like that and I felt proud of myself even if I'd broken my promise so quickly and then he took my hand and I slid right back and we were kissing and kissing and he was breathing on me.

I realized I was breathing hard and my chest was heaving up and down and he kissed my neck and ears and tried to kiss outside my breasts and unbuttoned me and moved my breast to his mouth and all I could do was lean back and let him and enjoy it and worry about what he might do next and I let him feel both my breasts. His kissing was so good. He kissed my mouth and told me my nipples were hard. They were very sensitive and I didn't want him to stop but he had to stop and I pushed his face away and told him 'No." and said 'No' again and he kept kissing me just the same as I squirmed on the seat and then he pushed me down.

I really said 'No!" then but his hands were on me and were I was making them slippery and moving my bottom the more slippery I got. I lost track of where he was or his mouth or hands and pushed at his head with both his hands and felt his stiff cock on my hand and it was wet too and then ... he hurt ... bad but it was too late and it was my fault because I lifted myself up just as he plunged into me but it hurt and I grabbed him around the waist and pushed at him and held him and pushed him away and then just held and hoped he wouldn't leave me he was too deep inside to leave and it was hot and wet and good and I held him to me to try to get him to stop moving inside. It felt too good and I couldn't stand it anymore and had to rest a little.

I was sweating and hurting and feeling hot all at the same time and

We were late to the dance because we had to clean up and cool down and tell each other we were in love and all that. That was the dance I remember most. I don't remember dancing or much else except someone spiked the punch and that bowl was empty before anyone knew. I was sore for a few days and Steve and his family moved to Chicago the next month so we wrote and made promises we couldn't keep but I thought about him a lot for a long time until I met someone else. I had to pretend with him that I didn't know about things and all but we never got serious or into feelings and then were other boys, some who made me horny and some who had bad breath and some who were just fools. I never got to know Steve very well after that night and I wondered what might have happened to us if he hadn't moved.

 

For awhile, everyone I dated had to be compared to Steve and since he had been a surprise and beautiful the other guys weren't surprising even though a few were cute. It was the same old "You're beautiful" and then hands on your breasts and under your dress without any surprises at all and some were more exciting than others but there was Steve and whatever was in second or third place and then I went on a sexual fast. I was tired of all the boys wanting me for sex and I got serious in my studies and didn't go 'parking' anymore.

Maybe I needed a rest. I don't know. But I needed some perspective which I got but I sure felt horny in the meantime and would get wet just looking at some fine guy and when they looked back I had to keep my promises and get back to studying.

After I graduated it was different, looking for a job and meeting different people; listening to the girl talk and getting old enough to drink and go to bars where people hung around and told lies about each other. Mainly the guys told lies: About how pretty I was or I had a good figure when what they really meant was AI want to feel you and have sex"-not necessarily in that order.

It was the first time I really heard girls talk unendingly about themselves and their 'boyfriends" and even some about girlfriends. One or two of the girls admitting have sex with girls as well as with boys. It was amazing to me because I'd heard about it but not from soneone who had actually done it and I wondered if they were just lying to make themselves seem adventurous or important or to shock some of us.

I worked with one of the girls, Harriet, and she told some really wild stories one night so the next day I got brave. 'Harriet, some of things you told us last night were incredible. Were you just joking with us or what?' "I wasn't joking, Marvene, and I didn't believe what I had done either. Maybe I had too much to drink. But then the next day I realized how good it was so I saw her again and did it a second time. What do they say: Don't knock it if you haven't tried it."

Harriet and I talked a lot after that and became friends. She did most of the talking and I listened a lot. I invited her to my apartment for dinner one night and we had a bottle of wine and an Irish coffee and another one after that and all the time Harriet we telling me her 'sex chronicles,' including about the time she was with another girl, at her apartment, having dinner and wine and getting sexy with her in an accidental way and Harriet reached and took my hand and put it on her breast. I laughed. I was nervous ... and felt her breast. She lifted her sweater, no bra, and put my hand on her skin. I was still nervous but her breast was soft and her nipple was suddenly hard. "Kiss my nipple, Marvene," as she took my head and put it on her and I couldn't believe myself but I was kissing her breast and licking her nipple just like Steve had kissed mine. I knew how good it felt when done a certain way and that's what I did to Harriet as she stroked my hair and cuddled my ears, now, with both her hands and said how good it felt and I started to relax and get into it with a girl for the first time!

 

I was so surprised at myself and how making her nipple hard with my tongue was exciting me too. Then I wanted to tell her to stop feeling my ears and neck and was going to and started thinking that was the way Steve had licked my breasts and he must have enjoyed it, too, because I was enjoying it and it was a role reversal then with me being like a guy, the other side of the coin. And then I kissed her other breast after she removed her sweater and leaned back and held me too her and told me it felt good and y mouth was soft and I heard my words to Steve before the dance and I had said things like that and it made him lick me more like I was licking Harriet's breasts and feeling and holding them to my mouth and I didn't want her encouragement any longer and then she put my hand under her dress and up her legs and I could feel how wet she was and the I really wanted this and to make her come and have her under my control and make her squirm.

She was already squirming as I licked and slid down further and spread her legs completely open. "Kiss me there!" Which is what I wanted to do anyway and to taste a woman and lick her spend and feel it on my face and I found her clit which was hard and felt her hands on my face, spreading her lips open to my tongue. It didn't take long for Harriet to start moving her hips and get desperate and out of breath and she started telling me how good I was and how hot she was and clutched me to her and held tight and almost smothered me. When I came up for air she said: "That was good; that was the best!" And it made me feel good inside and then I realized I was very wet and hot too. It wasn't just Harriet so I was embarrassed at breathing hard. 'your face is red Marvene. Are you as hot as you look. Sit up here and let's see."

Then it was her turn to take charge. I couldn't even get my clothes off before she was under my dress with her hands and mouth and I guess I was coming so quick I couldn't believe it and she knew just where to touch and I saw Steve again and wished Harriet had a long stiff cock but this was the next best things and I smothered her what with wrapping my legs around her delicious tongue and face.

After that we just lay there and held each other. Later I made some coffee without liquor. We had had enough excitement.

We sat at the kitchen table and I got drinks and potato chips and we sat talking about school, teachers...I didn't even know how to talk to a boy but Ferris knew how to talk to girls. He was the cutest guy in class according to us. He talked and I listened and smiled and tried to laugh at his stories and I guess that encouraged him. It wasn't long before we were in my living room and he was telling me things all girls wanted to hear...expecially me. How I was pretty and he liked the dress I was wearing. I pushed down the dress as it showed my knees. "Don't do that. I like your knees," he said, so I pulled it back a little and blushed. "Would you like another soda?" I asked. I was nervous...very...and wanted things to cool down. So Ferris wanted another soda and I got up to get one but he pulled me down on his lap and kissed me. Right on the mouth! I tried to get up again but he held tight. I felt his legs on mine and was scared but excited, too. "Give me another kiss," he said turning my head and kissing me again. He held me tight, insisting, so I kissed him back adjusting on his lap.

He pulled my legs over his and pushed me back on the couch, reaching to kiss me again. Now our bodies were touching lengthwise, his face hot on mine. I thought I locked the front door when we came in but wasn't sure. Daddy made me always lock it when I came home. It sure was quiet, except for our breath and his whispers: "I love you. I really love you." Words I wanted to hear and I kissed him back hard. "Do you love me?" he asked. I nodded and our bodies were hot; my dress in disarray and I reached to straighten it but Ferris grabbed my hand and pulled up my dress. A rush of air cooled my legs and his hand was hot on me. I squirmed and said "No." He was strong, stronger than me. It didn't matter, my mind was struggling against my body now and I felt hot and weak. My mind relaxed, saying "No" and letting it happen, whatever that was, I wanted to learn.

I was radiating--hot--sweating--wet and he again said he loved me and I felt warm all over except cool where his hand wasn't busy on my body. He was in my panties now, his hand all over me, petting my little hairs and little wet cunt, on my little lips. I sat up at this. "No!" I said and I really meant it this time, pushing down my dress over my knees pushing at his hand but he just kissed me again and pushed me back into our couch and now the couch was holding me. I was being raped, but I wanted him to. I wasn't going to make it easy for him and fumbled at his hands. He could never think I was easy or willing but I hoped he wouldn't stop. After all, he loved me. Isn't that what he said or did he just want me like I wanted him, or somebody. "Please don't," I said, but meant: "Please don't stop."

I was flat on my back and helping him unzip. He was big and stiff. I marveled at it. I was hoping my fantasies were about to come true but he couldn't find me and his cock poked around even though my legs were spread and I lifted for him and got scared he would quit. I didn't know what I was doing but knew enough this beautiful boy needed help. But would he let me touch him? How ridiculous! I reached down and took hold. His cock was wet all over with him and me I guided him, like my fingers, like my favorite hairbrush handle, like a cucumber, guiding along my slit, putting it into my cunt and then he pushed some more and was inside me at last, a little more each time and finally I knew what a real boy's cock felt like inside. I wanted him all the way, I wanted him to push inside like I did my cucumber and tickle me deep.

But this was way, way better. He was breathing on my neck and holding my shoulders down. I lifted up to him as he pushed and finally had some serious feelings. I wasn't thinking about him now and was remembering how hairbrush handle and things made me feel and hoping this would be better, and I didn't hear our front door open. All I could feel was his thrusting; building feelings in me. I turned my head to the side to get more air for this moment that was coming, opening my eyes to look directly into my father's face at the bedroom door! I was torn. I was just building to a good hard come and was at just that point where I couldn't control myself I wanted it so bad. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Even if may father's face was a horror. I was entranced, enthralled, frozen waiting for my moment which was near. But Daddy stood there, also transfixed, and I lay there and my unknowing boyfriend Ferris was fucking me. I was almost there when my father kicked Ferris in the butt. "Get out of this house! What do you think you're doing," Daddy said. But Ferris was almost coming and couldn't stop either and I couldn't stop even though my face was covered with tears and my heart pounding. My body taking a delicious pounding.

My father kicked Ferris again, driving his cock into me real hard. It hurt me, but didn't hurt me. Daddy was kicking cock nails into my body...hurting me, but setting me on fire, making me come so hard I just closed my eyes hoping my father would kick Ferris again. And he did. It was so, so very good this time. That hard cock striking into me with pain and pleasure and tears streaming down my face. I was in a deliium of feeling but Ferris sprang from the bed and out the door. I heard the front door make a loud slam. Now I was scared and drained and opened my eyes again.

There was my father, looking down on me. "You little slut!" he said. "You dirty slut!" I didn't know what was coming next except then he said: "I'm going to teach you a lesson." I didn't know what lesson but I had sure learned about coming hard and he had taught me that already. I felt the bed move and my legs were spread even further apart. He raised my feet. I had been lying there all exposed. I mean, I came so hard I couldn't move and was just lying there completely exposed to my father's stare. The bed moved again and I heard another zipper. What could I do or say? I was still hot, still throbbing. I felt another hard cock poking at me and instinctually reached down to guide it, hoping to come hard again. I was surprised that my father's cock was even bigger than Ferris's. I wasn't a cock expert, not yet, but my hand barely fit around this one and it seemed twice as long as Ferris's boy cock. A man's cock! "I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said again. Then he pushed inside, but he didn't seem to fit, even as wet as I was. He pushed again. I kept my eyes closed, wondering about all this, impassive for my lesson. He withdrew and pushed again, deeper. He was really big and hurt me. "It hurts, Daddy," I said. "I want to hurt you," he said. You've been a dirty little slut and need to learn your lesson," and he pushed deeper. I took a deep breath and wanted more--to come again.

But as he kept at me he kissed me on the mouth and whispered that he liked fucking me. That I had a body made for fucking and coming. That my cunt was tight on him. My mind was racing and my body was still hot and getting hotter. I raised me hips involuntarily. "It feels good doesn't it?" he said. I nodded. If I was going to be taught someting I determined to enjoy it. He was thrusting in a rhythm, a little faster each time and each time going deeper. I felt his balls bang my hot little cunt. He was deeper than any hairbrush handle or anything ever. He was opening new parts of me and trembled as he pounded into me each time, his balls slapping against me. I put my arms around his neck and held on. He was breathing in my ear, calling me dirty things: his little whore; his dirty girl, "this is your lesson," he grunted, "the lesson!" and all these things made me hotter and then more fireworks for me as I bit his ear and opened my cunt, tasting Daddy's sweat and blood and his pulsing cock. From my toes to my face I was feeling that cock stroking deep inside along the walls of my body and I tightened my grip, breathed on his hot face against me and learned my lesson. Oh what a teacher, teaching his daughter/pupil/slut/cunt. One I would never forget. I was feeling and breathing hard, gasping, my breasts heaving. It was exquisite! Daddy often reminded me what he had taught that day even if I didn't need reminding. .He reminded me every chance we got. And it was a story, until now, I never told anyone.

 

 

 

 

Getting through that next day at school, waiting for it to end, was tough. My boyfriend Ferris wasn't in class and I didn't have to look him in the eyes, thank goodness! I mean, what could I say after we had gotten caught in the act. In the early afternoon I was already home. I took a shower and put on one of my party dresses. I wanted to look nice for Daddy, didn't I. It was a short dress that showed off my legs. Then I heard our front door open. "Daddy, I..." He put his hand against my mouth, saying, "Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that to you. You're my daughter and I love you." I was surprised by this, suspecting he was going to fuck me again. He walked out of the room and I was standing there, dumbstruck. I followed him to the garage. "Daddy," I said and he turned around, "I won't tell anyone. Besides, I liked it...really." I put my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder. He was very quiet and let me hold him. "I want to do it again," I said, and reached down to his waist, unfastening his belt. The garage door was closed and we were alone. I reached inside his pants and felt his penis which quickly hardened. I held him in my hand and he was soon all over me, under my dress. He was stiff and hot, especially when he felt my body. I was naked beneath my dress and he squeezed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and slipping in between.

He was unzipping me and we parted so he could whip off my dress. I had on a bra. Nothing else. "Let's go to your room," he whispered and we were soon on my bed, hot, wet, licking and kissing. "It was so good. You made me cry," I said. "You hurt my ear when you bit on it," he said. I smiled and bit on his ear again, not drawing blood this time. "You know you are a dirty girl," he said. "Please punish me," I said and he turned me on my stomach. I felt a hard smack on my ass. It scared me and I cried out, "Don't." Another whack, this time harder and then he pet my smooth young ass and whacked again. It sent thrills through me. His slapping hurt me and made me hot, all at once. Pleasure mixed with the pain and my cunt was aching for his penis, I reached back and grabbed for him but could catch hold. "SO!" was all he said. Then he turned me over. "I have to teach you another lesson, don't I," he said. I just looked up at him, his fingers all over my wet cunt. He lightly slapped my cunt, again and again and then he kissed me and I felt his stiff penis along my slit. I was sore there and he was soothing me with the tip of him. I opened my legs and was desperate for him to plunge into me. I waited, legs open, knees up and he took hold of me and spread me some more, all the time his penis playing with my opening, teasing and making me hungry. "Are you ready for another lesson, you little slut?" he said. I just looked at him, pleading for him to fuck me, afraid we might have taken too long and that Mom would be home soon and then what would I do to cool down.

"Please, Daddy," I said and he spread me some more. I reached for his penis and got it this time. I was taking control. "Fuck me Daddy," I said, pulling his penis into me, thinking he might quit. He held off, resisting my pulling of him, taking my hand away. I didn't know what to do I wanted it so bad. Then he lifted me and put the tip on my lips. We were suspended and then he entered me a little. It felt so good to have my cunt lips opened and to feel his cock begin to enter me. I sighed in relief. "I'm going to teach you your lesson you hot little slut," he said. Then he pushed deeper, withdrew and pushed into me again. This time he was thrusting and I felt his balls against my ass. This was the best part and he got violent with me, thrashing and pounding against my tender little wet cunt. He spread me and fucked me and I began to shudder as my whole body was on fire, again, just like yesterday and he was breathing in my ears and kissing my mouth and saying how good I felt. I flexed my cunt to hold him and he shot into me. We were both slippery with out come and out of breath. I was at that point again. Just then the front door opened and closed. Our eyes opened. Damn! We knew Mom was home. He didn't stop though. In our moment of fright and surprise he punished my cunt a few more strokes, I was on fire and couldn't stop either as I lifted and squeezed him and held my breath, bit my hand to keep from crying out. It was fireworks, again. Then he left the room and I lay there on the bed, a sheet pulled over me, wondering when we would get another chance. Hoping it would be soon.

Well that was then and this was now. I'd had my share of dates, carnivals, cinemas. Now a job took my time during the week but that left Saturday night, the only night I really felt like a date. During the days of the week, I had to get ready for work the next day and that was true on Sunday because the next day was work.

Friday I was tired from work. A trip to the local with friends was the usual thing. Sometimes we got off work early. And Friday had unexpected excitement and drives to the beach--but that's another story--another Kitty tale! Tail!

But Saturday, well, I had all day to rest up, get bathed, dressed, clean house, do a few errands, some personal things, get ready for a little fun on a Saturday night and now I had a "steady" guy who was full of fun and ideas and innovations and I always had something to anticipate. I never knew, from one Saturday to the next, what that might be.

One night we went dancing, another the cinema, or a new restaurant. Another night we stayed at my place, had supper and played cards, on one occasion we played strip poker (I lost! but got a prize anyway.) and then games apres strip poker...we were in the mood you know. We were often in the mood before, during, after...even in between...our games and adventures. Sometimes on the way to the cinema, or in the parking lot at the restaurant. I never knew the surprises he had for me so I let them come as they would. He was full of ideas and I was willing to play.

He said we should have a French night. French cuisine, a quiche Lorraine, French wine, of course, endive salad, vinegarette dressing, and...a French maid (that was my part in the French night) and a "French" movie. I spent all day getting ready: candles lit, vinegarette and endive, quiche ingredients--he was bringing the wine--and then my role--the "maid." That took some thinking. What did a maid wear for supper--waiting at supper and waiting (eagerly) for after supper?

I put on a short skirt, hemline way above the knees, short sleeve blouse with decolletage, obviously. A lace apron, a frilled wristband, hair up with a Spanish comb--and--to top (or bottom) it off, stockings and suspenders, you could just see the suspendersd at the hemline, no knickers and I was ready for the meal and embarrasingly wet just getting into my outfit and the evening hadn't started. I wondered if we would get to the main course or make our own, skipping the food. May be "I" was the real main course.

It was in my mind. Making me wet. You know. But it's usually in the mind, isn't it. The thoughts and expectations. He would say: What's under her dress? What are her breasts like after seeing her cleavage? Breasts released to my grasp, caress and touch. I want to suck your nipples and run my tongue over them, feel them tense, grow stiff. But it starts with the idea of the thing. What will come out of his pants when unzipped? To hold John Thomas in my hand and feel it stiffen because of me. The idea...in my mind...making me wet...thinking of release, orgasm...thinking and, not just thinking, making more feelings when I walked or sat.

My guy arrived, roses in one hand, bottle of wine in the other, greeting me with a kiss and much admiring look. "You are alluring you hot French maid," he said. I was already hot and lubricated as I was, walking to the kitchen was getting me hotter. He could have taken me at the door. But prolong it. I quickly opened the wine and stood still for a minute--hoping to cool down a little. We were having a French evening and I at least wanted something to eat before the rest of the expected events.

The table was already set, candles lit, salad waiting, white linen table cloth. My guy was usually on time and I was prepared for our hot and sexy French fantasy evening in this quiet part of England. We had a little wine, relaxing in my lounge as he looked me over. Admiring me. Talk about reading his eyes. He liked the garters and the short skirt and the low neck line--without bra--and he knew it was stockings, suspenders--nothing else to be in the way of our evening. It was the kind of Saturday evening we both had in mind.

I'm glad we had no dessert, it would have been a waste! While serving the salad: a little cuddling--it's what French maids do, the dirty girls!--and kissing--they do that too--and some feels to be certain of my nakedness. His fingers, just touching, were making me so hot my ears throbbed. Of course they slipped right in and made my knees move. I felt very French and dirty and excited. The cooking bell sounded. It was hard to stop for dinner but I forced myself. The quiche was ready (so was I) and even though quiche is not my thing, it was the ambience, and good.

I don't remember the conversation--it was in English--but I remember the wine soothing my throat and I was opening another bottle--and his hand behind me as I bent to pour it--and his damnable fingers again--making me weak. I sat on his lap and fed him a mouthful--of quiche. He kissed me and his English hands were between my "French" thighs again, fingers in and out, thumb on my clit, and me squirming on his lap. Hot!

Then he slapped my bottom and I was off to my chair for a breather. Thank goodness! I was about to come on his lap. My face was red. My breath short. The wine cooling, soothing, drizzling down my throat. I needed a break. He took my hand pulling it to his lap. He was excited, too, John Thomas ( or Juan Pierre?) was stiff and I gave him--John T.--a warm squeeze. I knew where John T. wanted to be--embraced, enveloped, concealed, revealed, enclosed and released, entering and exiting--I squeezed him again.

The wine was gone by the time we stumbled to the couch for the competion of "French Night." We were both lubricated--me doubly--him too--but it was the floor for the finale, and I was ready for that even if it was on the brief side. I was almost coming when he arrived and after the wine and cuddles well...John Thomas took little time to finish me off. I'd been ready and eager all evening. And when he entered it made me come too quick but I couldn't hold it back. It had been in my mind from the beginning and ready to happen. He fucked me again later that night.

But, then on another Saturday his ideas were too much even for me and I didn't want to "Play" his game, this night. I made him a nice supper and picked out a special wine, which we drank. He put a tape in the VCR and we sat down to watch, whatever it was, and it was well...another surprise.

He had put on a French movie--a dirty movie, dirty girls and all that they do and so I got up and opened another bottle. He asked me back to the couch but I washed the dishes instead. I couldn't help taking a peek, of course. It was the Dallas Cheerleaders trying to raise money for a team trip to another city.

It was the mental thing again: cheerleaders--both male and female. My mind saw them as exuberant, scantily dressed, jumping and leaping, showing their knickers and legs, maybe some cleavage. Spreading their legs, leaping in the air and landing in the boys arms, knickers exposed. Usually cute girls and cute guys. The whole thing was in the imagination and very sexual. Imagine how they'd look naked. Rip off the knickers, or the buys' shorts for that matter from the female point of view, how would they look and spread those legs now, sweetheart and let's see what happens. Let's see your dicks and balls. You're all excited. Let's cool you down as only a good Rogering will do to a willing girl and guy. I wondered about taking down the athletic guy's shorts and getting a good Rogering myself as I peeked at the show on the telly. These weren't ordinary cheerleaders they were cheerleaders from imagination.

 

Soon these "Cheerleaders" were doing unmentionable things to raise money-- licking dicks, giving hand jobs and getting fucked by cocks and groaning and all that. My guy sat and watched the show and I caught a glimpse between dishes. They were fairly ordinary-looking, but pretty girls and I peeked more as the movie went along, finally joining my guy on the couch. I'll admit it was interesting. And watching the situations and the fucking was making my cheeks warm. They looked like they were enjoying it for real.

While I had done some of those things, most of them actually, I hadn't watched someone else doing it, except quick reflections in the mirror or the telly screen of me and my guy doing it and that was sexy. Even if it was ourselves I was watching, it made me hot.

My girlfriends said: "They're all the same. Seen one seen 'em all." But this movie was different. They didn't seem like actors. They seemed like people. Like us. It was fun checking what other people did. And they were much more free in their sex and the more I looked the warmer I got and went for more wine.

By this time, I was also being "checked out." My guy was stiff as a board! The wine had gone to our heads and I was receiving some head of my own and feeling juicy and wet anyway. The movie helped a little, too. It was the idea of the thing. The hot sexual atmosphere in our room infected me. I got wet fast, even before he took off my knickers. He was working me over.

Funny that... I looked at the telly now, at that movie, and one of the cheerleaders was getting a good working over with another cheerleader holding the guy's balls as he was fucking her. I didn't think they were acting. She wasn't acting, anyway. Not the way her fingers clutched at his back and her knees jerked up and she pulled him deeper.

I thought how I would feel in that situation--on a movie set, a cameraman and a director watching, some members of the lighting crew and sound crew watching--looking at my pretty body. My nipples would be hard, I knew they would be. Looking at my soft skin and pretty legs, spread open. I bet the crew would be hot watching me. But it was not just them watching...or the quiet ticking of the movie camera...ticking...ticking...the actor would move up my thighs with his tongue and kiss my mouth. I would spread my legs, just a little at first, more later. I didn't want him to think I was easy. I was a reluctant cheerleader, not a porn actress, and he had to be careful with me, not push me too far, but I was getting hot now and looked up at all the stage crew. All quiet except the camera, ticking...ticking. Many eyes, intently searching my nakedness and openness. Iwas really hot and my lips wet...waiting. My cunt was pulsing... ticking... After all, he was kissing me, feeling my legs and he said a few words of dialogue about how pretty and wet I was. My eyes began to glaze under the hot lights of the studio and I was somewhere else, enjoying the moments, the lights warming my already warm body. I felt human. I needed holding, touching.

This was a job for me at first and I had already been paid for my "work." But I felt his cock bump my fanny as he stood over me. I looked at him. Behind him were lights and anonymous faces, waiting, wanting, all of them wanting me, and him ready. I reached out and he took my hand. I held his stiff cock. It flexed in my hand and the actor smiled. I said my lines: "You're going to help our squad, aren't you Mr. Jones?" He replied: "You do your part--I'll do mine."

He leaned over and kissed me again and worked his way down between my legs. I was trying to prolong it. I didn't know if I could. I needed to hold back. I didn't want to spoil the scene and have to do it over again. At least not that day.

I focused on other things--on gardening...on getting in my car and driving to work...on washing dishes...on eating ice cream and licking the spoon. Then I was in a shower, the water streaming over me and I felt his licking over me up and down and all over...and tried to focus mentally on the lights, the cameras, the crew, the...action but my legs were being held and he spread my lips with his cock on me, poking at me, opening me...slipping inside...inside! And I realized how big was his cock and it was gradually going into me all the way. I got tense and held myself. Waiting. I forgot my lines. He pushed a little and I felt the head enter again. He was a "good" actor--well-designed for his role. He pushed cock further in, withdrew, was wet from me, slippery, pushed further in, spreading me apart, hurting a little. I was hot. Forgot my lines. Resigned to feeling this Thing in me.

I looked at the scene and was away from the scene watching this pretty woman spread herself for this well-built man with the large penis...he was made for the part...and parting the woman's lips, entering her, stroking her, the camera crew very quiet now...he was stroking more and I saw her hands reach down to measure...And then I was on my back and feeling him, resisting the feeling as best I could but I couldn't, I just...could...not...h..h..help...my...self. I began to let go. I hoped they were getting this on film...I was letting go and couldn't stop and grabbed him. "Hurt me, you bastard...." (it wasn't my line but I said it anyway) "Hurt me! Fuck me!" He was all the way in; rammed me again and was entirely into me. I was choking on it...fucking and bucking on it and looked up.

My guy was smiling at me, kissing at my mouth... pushing into me, working me over, working my up, way up and fu...fucking me good. I looked over at the telly. The same thing happening in the movie was happening to me on the floor in my place, beside the couch and I let go and opened and called him "bastard" and "hurt me" and it was real and I couldn't stop coming and clutching his back, lifting to his strokes that made me choke and gasp for air.

I had played my part. I couldn't help it. I was good at it. He told me so between kisses and strokes and lay breathing hard beside me. I nuzzled in his chest and felt a coolness and pulled a throw over us. Just like the movies. The French movie.

Maybe it's true if you've seen one you've seen 'em all but I was actually in this one! And I wasn't just playing a role. I wondered what my next "role" would be like. I couldn't wait to find out!

 

Getting through that next day at school, waiting for it to end, was tough. My boyfriend Ferris wasn't in class and I didn't have to look him in the eyes, thank goodness! I mean, what could I say after we had gotten caught in the act. In the early afternoon I was already home. I took a shower and put on one of my party dresses. I wanted to look nice for Daddy, didn't I. It was a short dress that showed off my legs. Then I heard our front door open. "Daddy, I..." He put his hand against my mouth, saying, "Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that to you. You're my daughter and I love you." I was surprised by this, suspecting he was going to fuck me again. He walked out of the room and I was standing there, dumbstruck. I followed him to the garage. "Daddy," I said and he turned around, "I won't tell anyone. Besides, I liked it...really." I put my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder. He was very quiet and let me hold him. "I want to do it again," I said, and reached down to his waist, unfastening his belt. The garage door was closed and we were alone. I reached inside his pants and felt his penis which quickly hardened. I held him in my hand and he was soon all over me, under my dress. He was stiff and hot, especially when he felt my body. I was naked beneath my dress and he squeezed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and slipping in between.

He was unzipping me and we parted so he could whip off my dress. I had on a bra. Nothing else. "Let's go to your room," he whispered and we were soon on my bed, hot, wet, licking and kissing. "It was so good. You made me cry," I said. "You hurt my ear when you bit on it," he said. I smiled and bit on his ear again, not drawing blood this time. "You know you are a dirty girl," he said. "Please punish me," I said and he turned me on my stomach. I felt a hard smack on my ass. It scared me and I cried out, "Don't." Another whack, this time harder and then he pet my smooth young ass and whacked again. It sent thrills through me. His slapping hurt me and made me hot, all at once. Pleasure mixed with the pain and my cunt was aching for his penis, I reached back and grabbed for him but could catch hold. "SO!" was all he said. Then he turned me over. "I have to teach you another lesson, don't I," he said. I just looked up at him, his fingers all over my wet cunt. He lightly slapped my cunt, again and again and then he kissed me and I felt his stiff penis along my slit. I was sore there and he was soothing me with the tip of him. I opened my legs and was desperate for him to plunge into me. I waited, legs open, knees up and he took hold of me and spread me some more, all the time his penis playing with my opening, teasing and making me hungry. "Are you ready for another lesson, you little slut?" he said. I just looked at him, pleading for him to fuck me, afraid we might have taken too long and that Mom would be home soon and then what would I do to cool down.

"Please, Daddy," I said and he spread me some more. I reached for his penis and got it this time. I was taking control. "Fuck me Daddy," I said, pulling his penis into me, thinking he might quit. He held off, resisting my pulling of him, taking my hand away. I didn't know what to do I wanted it so bad. Then he lifted me and put the tip on my lips. We were suspended and then he entered me a little. It felt so good to have my cunt lips opened and to feel his cock begin to enter me. I sighed in relief. "I'm going to teach you your lesson you hot little slut," he said. Then he pushed deeper, withdrew and pushed into me again. This time he was thrusting and I felt his balls against my ass. This was the best part and he got violent with me, thrashing and pounding against my tender little wet cunt. He spread me and fucked me and I began to shudder as my whole body was on fire, again, just like yesterday and he was breathing in my ears and kissing my mouth and saying how good I felt. I flexed my cunt to hold him and he shot into me. We were both slippery with out come and out of breath. I was at that point again. Just then the front door opened and closed. Our eyes opened. Damn! We knew Mom was home. He didn't stop though. In our moment of fright and surprise he punished my cunt a few more strokes, I was on fire and couldn't stop either as I lifted and squeezed him and held my breath, bit my hand to keep from crying out. It was fireworks, again. Then he left the room and I lay there on the bed, a sheet pulled over me, wondering when we would get another chance. Hoping it would be soon.

We sat at the kitchen table and I got drinks and potato chips and we sat talking about school, teachers...I didn't even know how to talk to a boy but Ferris knew how to talk to girls. He was the cutest guy in class according to us. He talked and I listened and smiled and tried to laugh at his stories and I guess that encouraged him. It wasn't long before we were in my living room and he was telling me things all girls wanted to hear...expecially me. How I was pretty and he liked the dress I was wearing. I pushed down the dress as it showed my knees. "Don't do that. I like your knees," he said, so I pulled it back a little and blushed. "Would you like another soda?" I asked. I was nervous...very...and wanted things to cool down. So Ferris wanted another soda and I got up to get one but he pulled me down on his lap and kissed me. Right on the mouth! I tried to get up again but he held tight. I felt his legs on mine and was scared but excited, too. "Give me another kiss," he said turning my head and kissing me again. He held me tight, insisting, so I kissed him back adjusting on his lap.

He pulled my legs over his and pushed me back on the couch, reaching to kiss me again. Now our bodies were lengthwise, his face hot on mine. I thought I locked the front door when we came in but wasn't sure. Daddy made me always lock it when I came home. It sure was quiet, except for our breath and his whispers: "I love you. I really love you." Words I wanted to hear and I kissed him back hard. "Do you love me?" he asked. I nodded and our bodies were hot; my dress in disarray and I reached to straighten it but Ferris grabbed my hand and pulled up my dress. A rush of air cooled my legs and his hand was hot on me. I squirmed and said "No." He was strong, stronger than me. It didn't matter, my mind was struggling against my body now and I felt hot and weak. My mind relaxed, saying "No" and letting it happen, whatever that was, I wanted to learn.

I was radiating--hot--sweating--wet and he again said he loved me and I felt warm all over except cool where his hand wasn't busy on my body. He was in my panties now, his hands all around me, petting my little hairs and little wet cunt, on my little lips. I sat up at this. "No!" I said and I really meant it this time, pushing down my dress over my knees pushing at his hand but he just kissed me again and said he loved me and pushed me back into our couch and now the couch was holding me. I was being raped, but I wanted him to. I wasn't going to make it easy for him and fumbled at his hands. He could never think I was easy or willing but I hoped he wouldn't stop. After all, he loved me. Isn't that what he said or did he just want me like I wanted him, or somebody. "Please don't," I said, but meant: "Please don't stop."

I was flat on my back and helping him unzip. He was big and stiff. I marveled at it. I was hoping my fantasies were about to come true but he couldn't find me and his cock poked around even though my legs were spread and I lifted for him and got scared he would quit. I didn't know what I was doing but knew enough this beautiful boy needed help. But would he let me touch him? How ridiculous! I reached down and took hold. His cock was wet all over with him and me all hot and all and I guided him, like my fingers, like my favorite hairbrush handle, like a cucumber, along my slit, putting it into my cunt and then he pushed some more and was inside me at last, a little more with each push and finally I knew what a real boy's cock felt like inside. I wanted him all the way, I wanted him to push inside like I did my cucumber and tickle me deep.

But this was way, way better. He was breathing on my neck and holding my shoulders down. I lifted up to him as he pushed and finally got some serious feelings. I wasn't thinking about him now and was remembering how hairbrushes and things made me feel and hoping this would be better, you know, and didn't hear our front door open. All I could feel was his thrusting; building feelings in me. I turned my head to the side to get more air for this moment that was coming, opening my eyes to look directly into my father's face at the bedroom door! I was torn. I was just building to a good hard come and was at just that point where I couldn't control myself I wanted it so bad. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Even if may father's face was a horror. But he stood there and I lay there and my unknowing new boyfriend Ferris was churning me. I was almost there when my father kicked Ferris in the butt. "Get out of this house! What do you think you're doing," father said. But Ferris was almost coming and couldn't stop either and I couldn't stop even though my face was covered with tears and my heart pounding. My body taking a delicious pounding.

My father kicked Ferris again, driving his cock into me real hard. It hurt me, but didn't hurt me. He was driving cock nails into my body...hurting me, but setting me on fire, making me come so hard I just closed my eyes hoping my father would kick Ferris again. And he did. It was so, so very good. Striking into me with pain and pleasure and my tears streaming down my face. I was in a delirium of feeling but Ferris sprang from the bed and out the door. I heard the front door make a loud slam. Now I was scared and drained and opened my eyes finally.

There was my father, looking down on me. "You little slut!" he said. "You dirty slut!" I didn't know what was coming next except then he said: "I'm going to teach you a lesson." I didn't know what lesson but I had sure learned about coming hard and he had taught me that already. I felt the bed move and my legs were pushed even further apart. I had been lying there all exposed. I mean, I came so hard I couldn't move and was just lying there completely exposed to my father's gaze. The bed moved again and I hear another zipper. What could I do or say? I felt another hard cock poking at me and instinctually reached down to guide it, hoping to come hard again. I was surprised that my father's cock was even bigger than Ferris's. I wasn't a cock expert, not yet, but my hand barely fit around this one and it seemed twice as long. "I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said again. Then he pushed inside, but he didn't seem to fit, even as wet as I was. He pushed again. I kept my eyes closed, wondering about all this, impassive for my lesson. He withdrew and pushed again, a little deeper. He was really big and hurt me. "It hurts, Daddy," I said. "I want to hurt you. You've been a dirty little slut and need to learn your lesson," and he pushed harder into me.

But as he kept at me he kissed me on the mouth and whispered that he liked fucking me. That I had a body made for fucking and coming. That my cunt was tight on him. My mind was racing and my body was still hot and getting hotter. I raised me hips involuntarily. I flexed my cunt muscles to hold him. "It feels good doesn't it?" he said. I nodded. If I was going to be taught someting I was going to enjoy it. He was thrusting in a slow rhythm and then faster each time and each time going deeper. I began to feel him deeper than any hairbrush handle or anything. He was opening new parts of me and I began to tremble as he went into me each time. I put my arms around his shoulders and held him close. He was breathing in my ear and calling me dirty things: his little whore; his dirty girl and all these things made me hotter and then I knew there were more fireworks for me. From my toes to my face I was feeling his cock stroking deep inside along the walls of my body and I tightened my grip, breathed on his hot face against me biting on his ear, tasting his blood and sweat and learning my lesson. One I would never forget. And he often reminded me even if I didn't need reminding. . Every chance we got. And it was a story, until now, I never told anyone.

 

 

 

 

"Home a little early?" I asked as he entered the side door. He just nodded, and looked around. The dog was looking at me and then him, that luxurious tongue in and out of his mouth, and then looking at me again, walking over. I turned away and went to pee and clean up. "That dog sure thinks you're something, doesn't he?" he asked. I shut the door, sat on the toilet, turned on the water in the sink and played with myself until I came. I needed that. Got cleaned up, flushed and back out for dinner.

"I think he wants a little of you again tonight," he said. I started making salad. The macaroni was already simmering and we had a little meal. I wondered what was next. "I said, I think he wants a little." I gave him a hard stare. Resisting the idea would fool him but my cunt was getting wet again. I couldn't just say "Yeah, let's do it" or he'd figure it out. I crossed my legs, giving myself a jolting in the pussy. "Want some more...macaroni?" I said not answering his suggestion. Coy was good. The son-of-a-bitch didn't have a clue.

We watched some TV--he had the clicker of course, are you kidding? He abruptly switched it off. "I'm tired. Let's go to bed." I thought about camouflaging my face with cold cream to gross him out but got into my nightie and under the covers, turning the light off as I did. The room was dark and I could hear the car door opening and closing and then he was back inside.

"I've got a surprise, bitch!" he said. The room was still dark when I felt a lot of movement on the bed and heavy breathing. Not that kind of heavy breathing--dog breaths and slathering tongues. "Tongues?" I asked myself. Suddenly the covers were ripped away and I felt the cool air. A dog paw scratched at my leg and I pulled away.

My eyes adjusted to the light. My God! There were two of them pawing at me. "A little surprise for my favorite bitch," he said. I tried to be calm and resistant. It was hard for me because I was suddenly excited through the length of my body. It had been my suggestion, after all, that the first dog might need a companion--besides me, I mean.

So now there were two dogs. And, twice the pleasure? I couldn't wait to find out!

"Roll over!" he ordered. I did so. "Stop!" I said, pushing at the paws. "Go on," he said, "Lick that bitch." I felt tongues, two of them, obediently licking. "This is going too far," I blurted out. "Shut up! It was your idea..." he said. My turn to be obedient...and put on my acting face. My body couldn't lie, only my face. I was pretending to be disgusted: "This is disgusting," I said but had trouble with the last word as the two tongues were taking my breath. I lifted my butt to the touches. "Spread your lips," he ordered and I complied. Those two long tongues were totally covering my cunt. They were rough and warm and I imagined them massaging my inner and outer lips and clit which was stiff. Then one tongue darted quickly inside licking the walls and I grabbed the sheet and flinched and spread for more. Then again it slipped inside and my face flushed with the excitement! Another tasted my ass and I bucked to the touch. I knew husband was watching, probably jacking off. He must have liked punishing me like this. I did too.

This was too much. A double fucking. Boy was I ready for this. I kept spreading my lips, feeling the tongues on my fingers, curling in and out, lapping my juices. Darting inside me again. I couldn't believe how wet I was from their tongues and my own excitement. I'd have to change the sheets for sure! Then my face was in the pillows, holding back. I usually came by this time but didn't want husband to see how quick I was. He'd guess something and I'd get it good.

"That's enough," I said. "This is too--uh--much!" The last word had to be forced as I was building up so fast. "Liar!" he said. "You forgot about my video camera," he said. It was then I knew my secret was no more. He continued: "So you think you can fool the old man. You're a fucking dog's bitch and I've got it all on film...except for the first day." The dog must have given me away. The way it looked at me, cocked its head, tried to nuzzle at my waist...I wasn't the actor I thought I was.

But those tongues had me transfixed, my body a willing participant in dog fucking. I wanted this and could care less about the secret. I was a bitch for these dogs. I was a wanton animal ravished and had by other animals. Another tongue, deep inside this time to extract every wet from my throbbing cunt and I spread my legs and heaved up to the touching.

I felt lost and breathless when he slapped me, hard, on my ass. The sound of the slap and the pain startled me. Unexpected. But the pain carried me higher. Then another slap and my ass stung, my cunt lips seemed to explode with feelings, the tongues soothed me and rocked me. My tits on the sheets moved my nipples erect. I lost it. Feeling nothing and everything.

I was nowhere and everywhere. A hurting, feeling, coming radiating thing. I exhaled and was dizzy. I was a dumb and numb animal as the licking and the slapping and more licking took my body up and away. I was shaking. My skin seemed alive. My cunt alive and in flame to the coolness of juices running down my legs. Those damned dogs! Licking my legs and past my cunt to my ass. They wouldn't stop. "Please don't stop now!" He was slapping again.

I collapsed...couldn't take any more. The dogs now licking at my arm pits and my face and back down my legs, cleaning the last wet from my ass and cunt. Bringing me down to a limp thing on the bed...I was dazed. My ass was throbbing from the spanking and I was cool from the licking...

I wondered what would be my next surprise and then I remembered the video camera and thought of punishment.

I couldn't take much more "punishment" this good.

In my case, of course, I blamed the son-of-a-bitch. He started it. I was only a reluctant and embarrassed actor in the part he created. If he hadn't brought the dog home--you know the rest of the story.

It was his fault and don't look at me when Your dog starts sniffing around me which he does all the time...my problem was when I even looked at the dog I would get wet and that would only excite him more...My husband knew I was a slut and only laughed at my "little problem." "You're a bitch," he would say, "and the dog knows it. What do expect, bitch!" He loved to call me that. If he only knew. I was afraid of what he might do.

I had to plan our mornings and nights to explain away this dog's insatiable interest in me but how to do that? Then one night I said: "You got off seeing him fuck me didn't you?" Son-of-bitch-husband nodded. "You want to see him do it again. I know it," I said. He just stared. "Well, how about right now," I challenged. "Bring him in here asshole." I got a good slap for that last remark. It was okay. It was part of my plan. Let the voyeur son-of-a-bitch watch a few times and in took the pressure off me when the dog was pawing and sniffing at dinner time.

So he brought in the dog who knew his part--only too, too well. I pretended to be the newly deflowered virgin and fumbled around with his prick as it sought its mark. This dog knew what he was doing by now. A poor actor. But I pretended to be the amateur and looked for the best position, helped that long dog cock into my longing hole which was hot and wet long before our little play began by the way. It felt so good. I had to pretend. I couldn't come too fast or husband might suspect.

I was a good actor and pretended looking bored...I was just putting on a show for husband. But the dog was hard at it, jamming me, fucking my cunt as he knew how and I thought maybe the dog was beginning to have doubts if he was fucking the same bitch who got so hot during the daylight sessions. I let loose a little and watched my husband jacking his dick. Then I couldn't hold back and my body was shaking and my hands over my mouth. Then at my waist feeling that slippery urgent dicking of my cunt.

Eyes closed now, stifling my usual groans as my lover dog made his bitch come good and then again as I was used to our routine. Coming once, for me, was only the beginning of multiple orgasm. My ears were ringing. My tongue was numb against my teeth. That dog was bringing me off so good now. Then we lay panting--that dog and me. I was afraid to open my eyes and see my husband. When I finally did, he looked stunned. He was just staring at us there on the bed, his own dick still dripping on his hand. He laid down and the room went quiet, except for our breathing.

He had to go to work early the next day. Overtime! I could hardly wait. I wanted the dog's knot in me. I had no idea there would soon be another dog in our lives. Someone to keep the first dog company--and me too. I wasn't about to be excluded from the menagerie.

He had this dog on a leash. "I got it at the pound," he said. Too cheap to buy a real dog. I felt sorry for the dog as he would feed it nothing but scraps. We laid in bed a few nights later and he called the dog to jump up on the covers. I turned over on my side and pretended to be sleeping when he lifted the covers and the dog started started sniffing around. It was my turn to be grossed-out! God! that dog's nose was cold. He must have gotten a scent. I had gotten the cucumber ready for the salad just before dinner and the dog knew it. He was going at it and my husband was encouraging it. Then I felt a long tongue licking at me from behind. I pretended sleep but couldn't pretend for long. My resentment got the better of me, as did that tongue.

I would teach my husband a lesson about orgasm that night. Real orgasm. I forgot about oohing and aahing and let that dog have his way with me. Giving me one hell of a good licking and my husband petting its ears; urging him on to me. I was soon on all fours on the floor. "He's better than you," I was thinking without daring to say it out loud. I was imagining a real stud of a man rogering me; making me really come hard against every thrust. Then that dog let me have it and I was wet all over from myself and the dog and he was licking it all up. Then my husband took a turn and I had to pretend again. That dog wasn't tired and went at me for fuck number three that night...which was the best I'd had--no compliments to my husband who was lying there watching and calling me a "bitch-in-heat." One thing. I slept good that night.

He was off to work the next morning. I washed and vaccuumed and put on the telly and the dog was asleep. I stared at him there on the living room rug. Dog's sure love to sleep. I went to my bedroom and brushed my hair; looking in the mirror and wondering what kind of woman I was...I brushed and thought of the night before thinking about it with every stroke; feeling my resentment and how to get even; cucumbers and carrots for salad that night and feelings about that damned dog fucking me. I was getting wet again just watching myself. I dropped the brush, stepped out of my housecoat and put on my nighty.

Resentment, hell! I was going to seduce that dog and have a real fuck without my husband knowing. I was going to get even and enjoy it for once. I had no idea how bad I would feel. My nighty came to my waist and I went to the couch and called for the dog. Nothing doing. No interest. I got some dog food and anointed my pussy. Still nothing from my canine lover. I kneeled down and put some food on his nose which he licked. I put some more food on my finger and he licked that. I put some on my fanny and he took the hint and started licking the food. I put some more. He got a taste of me and his ears lifted.

I watched as just the tip of his dick came out of its little pouch and then more of the dick. It was very long and stiff and dripping. I was scared. I hadn't seen it while on all fours. It was a funny dripping thing. I wasn't sure now but the dog was getting frantic for my taste and that tongue was hot on me. I couldn't stop either and opened my legs wider. My husband would be pissed if he knew. It made me feel warm deep inside. I felt his hairy legs at my waist. He wanted fucking. Me, too. I edged my butt toward him and felt his dick poking around trying to find my hole.

God it was a funny thing. Made my hand wet. I'd clean the cucumbers with my hands later on for a really good salad. Right now I guided his dick against my lips. I was ready for that dog to make me come again, like last night. I jolted on the couch as it found me. It hurt going in but the dog had to have me now. His tongue was at my neck and his legs and dick were jumping around. I got off the couch and on to my hands and knees. It was easier for him that way. He pushed and pushed and fucked me hard. I leaned down a little, opening myself. It really hurt now but in a good way.

I felt the tip of his dick---deep. And again and now he had me locked into him. I was his bitch. He owned my cunt. My lips were spread and hurting and then I let loose. I was an animal. He was grunting and so was I. I couldn't help coming. Not like last night, under control. I lost control and wanted fucking. He gave me everything I wanted. Right there on the floor. I couldn't stop it. It worked me up. We were an instrument. A single knotted machine, responding to each thrust of that piston, churning every part of me into a frenzy of "oohs" and more "oohs." Real ones.

It was my ultimate in getting even. There on the floor, next to the couch where my husband and I would sit. I let that dog fuck my cunt making me come and come, spending on that glorious dog dick until he was done. I sure was done. His knot eventually calmed and left me there, wide spread, exhausted on the floor.

"Hi! Have a nice day?" I looked at my husband and smiled, cutting the cucumber for his salad. I was still hot and wet as I had been all that day.

Being a serious dog lover, its licking made my body to respond even though I wasn't interested at all. Nature and my bad habits took over my body. It was a dog and my body ached for dogs, got wet for dogs. It wasn't a conscious thing and, there in the park? Come on. In a public park! You're kidding. But my body wasn't kidding so I crossed my legs to hide my scent from this strange, hungry dog. My ears were filling though and I was instantly wet, as a dog bitch's body is wont to do. At this point in my dog lust days, I couldn't help myself. Common sense had no control. I looked down at him. He was a strapping fellow, a big dog. Being curious I checked how he was hung. I had no interest in a little mutt but this was a fine animal and his dick peeked from its sheath...dripping as he licked at my hand.

I looked around the park on this warm afternoon and saw that, except for the geese and some guy asleep under a tree some distance from me, I was alone. I patted the animal's head and chuckled his mouth. He sniffed and panted, as a dog will, and I could tell he already had me on his radar as he pushed at my hand and his dick protruded more. Dogs are all the same. Like men. They grow lusty with a start. Me, too. A couple licks and I was ready. And his dick kept growing. I reached down to play with it, encouraging it and glanced about again. Still safe.

I uncrossed my legs and the panting was intent now. His nose lifted my dress. His tongue was licking toward me and I felt hot all over. My ears were pulsing and knew I would be raped there in the park by this handsome dog. When he licked my panties I reached and pulled them aside, opening wider for the good stuff and he licked again with more force. God! I wanted to lie on my back but didn't dare. I looked around and saw the sleeping man was gone.

Where had he gone? I didn't know and didn't care. I was here with this animal. Wanted ravishing right there. But I stood up instead, gathered my groceries and walked the short distance to my house. No one was home, we could be private, I could be open and completely lusty. I walked, with the dog following, and got to my door in a few minutes. The dog was hesitant and I got another bit of ham, holding it out at the doorway and he came in and ate it. I was ready to be eaten, put down the package, went to our living room and laid back on the couch. This dog, this stupid damned dog, then sat in the kitchen, looking at me, his dick recoiling into its sleeve. I was terribly horny and the dog had lost the scent.

Now it was my turn to take charge. Patting the couch, the dog came over and we started our seduction anew. Petting his head, working at his dick-sleeve and soon we were back on track. I removed my underwear, lifted my dress and he was at me with that delicious tongue which got me hot and dripping even before the first stroke. I watched him lick my hair and cunt and spread it for him, watching his red dick come out again. I rested my head now. He didn't need to be told. This hairy animal thing was in charge of my body and I let out a groan as the first wave of sensation went through me. I lifted my hips for him. His cold nose gave me shudders and I lost it. The endless desparate licking--he wanted my juices, eating my spend with such eagerness. My breathing was panting in short gasps. A new dog. A new tongue. I was a promiscuous dog's bitch and lifting to each sensational lick.

I was jolted because I heard something else, not the dog or me, there was a loud knocking on our front door. Not now!! Please! Please!! Not just now when I was so close...but another demanding knock and I had to collect myself, push down the dog, push down the dress, calm myself for the fucking door.

I opened it. It was the man in the park! He had that look on his face. Like he knew. My face was flush and he saw it. There was no hiding. No denial. "I saw you and 'him' walking away," he said. I was a dog's bitch in heat and my face told a story. He took my hand, pushing me back, closing the door, leading me into the living room where he, dog and I were now a threesome. He picked my underwear from the floor, tossed it on the couch and smiled. He held me close and kissed my lips. His hands were busy on my wet parts. I was shocked and hot and hadn't come yet because of this...his...loud interruption as his tongue was in my mouth, milking my tongue and his hands were at my body, milking me with long fingers, and his long stiff finger was stroking my clit and dipping into me. I was ready and couldn't stand the tease. Held on his neck to stay upright.

I slippped from his grip to the couch and he was down at my knees, spreading me. The air made me cold where I was dripping wet. I waited for him to take me. "Come on boy," he said. And I felt hairy paws on my hips and a huge stiff dog cock poking at me. "I know what you're about," he said to me. "You're a dog's bitch. One cock's like another to some. Am I right?" he asked. I just nodded. "Except there are cocks and then there are really long, knotted dog cocks. Tell me it's so!" I just nodded again. I was too hot to say anything, wanting more. I needed fucking now and looked at the man with glassy eyes, feeling the tip of dog's cock poking at me, missing, poking again. Then the man took charge, directing that cock into my hole. It was a surging thing, entering me with his guidance, retreating and surging again. Then it kind of stopped and I was spread wide by this slick hot cock as the huge knot tore at me, stretching and it was too big to enter. He took my shoulder, saying: "Hold on!" I grabbed his leg and he held me tight. The knot was too much but the dog and his bitch were both dripping, lubricated and suddenly it forced itself inside. I cried out. Some gutteral, animal-like sound. The man was petting my head, wiping my tears, soothing me .

Momentarily all was still, suspended, me stretched to the breaking, tears on my cheeks and in my mouth, his hand guided the monster, pushing me on it, petting me and my legs. Then my tormented cunt surrendered and relaxed, embraced this thing lodged inside and I felt hairy legs clutch at my sides and the stroking began again. I was wide open, controlled and I could feel the tip of the cock inside, teasing me. Nothing had teased me there before, and the dog rocked and pushed. I released myself completely, crying out again with that animal sound, this time in an ecstacy of pleasure. An aching, arching sound from my mouth as though my whole being was responding to sensations. The man held my shoulder and I reached and grabbed his cock. The dog became frantic. It was his moment and he would take me. I gripped the man's cock hard, holding on. I could feel his warm come on my wrist while the dog fucked me and I stroked the man's cock. We three frantic things. Arching my butt to receive every push and thrust. Legs pawing at my waist to secure the whole cock and knot. Until it was done and I was done.

Then we were not moving. I only a throbbing thing, man and dog cocks throbbing. The tears ran down my cheeks and along my neck. The man was petting my thigh, kissing my salty lips. I moved my mouth aside for air. The dog was panting on my chest. He had worked hard and worked me hard. We all rested there on the couch as I felt the wet on my face and juices oozing from me, down my cheeks. Now I was more cool than hot. Finally his knot released. More fluids down my cheeks with the dog licking up our spend. His tongue on my legs and cunt but I was exhausted and his tongue was only soothing and cleansing. My arousal in decline. I couldn't open my eyes as they both lifted from the couch. The man put a blanket over me. I heard the front door close.

I rembered the geese landing on the waters of our lake, bobbing on the surface, and my own fluids cooling, my body becalmed. I wondered of my next walk home from the market, planning another detour along the lake edge and if there might again be that man resting and the dog. I was dreamy and relaxed now. Surely it had been a dream. Surely. I opened my eyes and there was no dog, no man, but I saw my underwear on the arm of the couch and some green beneath--green?--$100 bill in green! I went and locked the door, leaned against it, smiled to myself, felt warm all over again. And I had a few dollars for more shopping.

I preferred dog to man...if I was never fucked by a man again...as long as I had a dog, it would be fine.

I had a neighbor across the street. We exchanged nods and smiles when in our yards. There was something about her that seemed naive or innocent. It was how she walked or held her head. She was a pretty thing usually wearing a light weight dress that shaped her slender figure. I noticed her legs right away. A woman always notices another woman's legs, and then her face and bust. A man sees it in different order--her bust first, then...well...it depends on the man. My neighbor's dress outlined her body when she walked, as though she was revealing herself, which she was not. But the fabric showed her off when she walked toward me. It made me hot. Not for her. Just hot. It was a sensual moment.

"Hi," I would say. "Hi, back," she said. She caught me staring once when she was bending over and must have wondered why. The dress was creasing her ass. I wished a wind had lifted it. One day I asked her in the house for a soda. We sat in the kitchen. It was a hot day so we sat and drank and talked. Her husband worked long hours. So did mine. She didn't have much to do except clean and wash and work at things in the yard. Like me. As girls do, we talked...about sex, our sex lives, our happiness (or rather unhappiness) as girls do. If it isn't unhappy, why share?

I asked her to share a beer. She said she shouldn't so I got out a couple beers and poured them for us..."It's a boring day..." I explained. She smiled that naive smile. We both relaxed a little and I told her my husband was not as nice as he seemed. Her's the same she said...we nodded in understanding.

There we were drinking beer when we shouldn't have been...you know...like naughty housewives sometimes do....Then my damned dog had to get involved. He walked into the kitchen and my neighbor patted his head. "What a nice dog," she said. Some more patting and, it was a woman, right? and the dog naturally began sniffing around...except this was my neighbor, who didn't know our secret...what do dogs know...and was licking her ankle..."He's sure a friendly dog." My eyes got cloudy a bit and I was instantly wet...like dripping. I crossed my legs for fear our dog would come on to me but he had no need for me, as it turned out.

I looked at my neighbor--at how her dress draped between her legs--and she said: "I've heard stories about dogs." I nodded and looked at her..."You know, dirty things about dogs," she continued. I was getting real hot now and it must have showed in my face. "Like what kinds of stories," I asked. My neighbor looked at me funny and smiled. I looked down at her legs. I got two more beers for us. She took a deep swallow! I tried to change the subject: "Can I fix us lunch?" I asked but my neighbor didn't answer. She had a mischievous look in her eyes and petted the dog again. In my wildest dream...but this was no dream...

My dog was licking her ankles and the red tip of his dick was out. He was licking up her leg and I looked at her and then at him. "What is he doing?" she said. "I don't know," I said. "Push him away." But she stroked his ears. "But it feels nice. I have heard about dogs like this..." She moved her dress on either side of her legs. I sucked in air. "My husband has always wanted a dog but I've said 'No.'" I could see her panties, or thong rather, and it didn't hide anything. I stared up her legs. She opened them and looked in my eyes. Her pussy lips were swollen and the thong in between. Her face was flushed now, like mine.

She looked at me as the dog kissed along her thighs. "Are you expecting anyone?" she said. "No." And now the dog was at her thighs. She was stroking his ears, "Nice doggy." He was licking ever closer to her cunt. He knew the routine with me and she was a woman. He knew what to do, where to lick. My neighbor was naked under her dress--just the line of thong--I knew he could smell her juices and I saw her dark hairs and the dog, well, he didn't care if they were dark or blonde like mine...he didn't care if it was me or her or any woman. He wanted the sweet taste of pussy. She pushed his face away and looked at me. "He won't hurt you," I said, "It's just a dog." "Do you think..." she said. "Just let him give you a little lick and then push him down," I teased. "Go on. It's just the two of us girls." She had another swallow of beer. What is it about girls and beer? Most won't drink it and say they prefer wine. But give me a girl who likes a beer and that's a girl who's more open to things. I drank some of mine and looked at her. "Well," she said. "Get on your hands and knees," I said. She stared at me in disbelief. "You're a bitch...a dog's bitch...like me. Try it. One lick will tell you. It's just the two of us." If there was a moment when she would leave, this was it. I thought she might storm off for home. I looked at her like: So what? It gets me off. She knew my secret then. The corners of her mouth were in a dirty smile, her eyes flashing.

"I don't want to do this," she lied. "Get down on your knees," I told her. She just sat there in her chair, like she didn't hear me...then she opened her legs. "Well, he's such a nice dog. Maybe one lick won't hurt." She patted its head, encouraging him. The dog resumed his licking of her thighs. His tail was wagging. I knew he had her scent. He kept at her, finally touching her cunt with his long tongue...her legs spasmed and her fingers went to his ears. The first touch of her cunt by a long slurping dog tongue. Too much for any woman to resist. I knew those thigh movements...the dog knew what to do...He gave her another tentative lick. Maybe she tasted different from me. She played with his ears. It was very quiet in the kitchen just then. He licked her again and she squirmed in her chair, scooting forward, waiting for more, cuddling his face into her cunt. God was I wet! This was new for me, too, watching. My first time. I reached for her legs. It startled her and she looked up. I petted the dog's back. Her legs were soft. The dog looked at me when I touched him and then went back to her, licking again. He had her taste. Different but good. He licked up one side, up the other and again, massaging her cunt lips, stroking her clit. She closed her eyes and held herself for more. Her legs twitched. She began to tremble.

"Get on your knees!" I said again. I was so hot just watching them and was fingering myself. She finally got off the chair and onto her hands and knees. I pulled up her dress and pulled down the thong, helping our dog onto her back. "I shouldn't be doing this," she said but her breathing was fast and her words whispered. She arched her back, lifting her ass. He was into it now, too. His dick out and dripping. He was gripping her back, licking her neck and hair. I spread her and guided his cock between her ass cheeks. Her hand reached underneath trying to position his cock...then she gripped my leg "Put him in me! Do it!" she said. I spread her cunt lips and guided his cock, the dog jabbed and poked and finally he was in her. He got frantic...dancing on her ass and gripping, pressing in her more. A new sweet pussy...different but sweet and willing and wet. She tightened her grip on my leg and he buried himself, plunging inside. Her breath was hot on my legs and she held on. The dog was gripping her sides, lifting her cunt, his whole long cock, pushing in, harder and fucking her with urgency. She gasped, releasing my leg, putting both hands in her face, sucking air, shaking her head from side to side. Her hand reached up to feel his cock buried in her. Dog cum was spilling on the floor. I was shaking, too, fingering myself, closing my eyes. Listening to the passion of dog lust with his hot new bitch. She was saying "No, no, no, no, n n no!" I knew what she meant. She had never come like this before.

She was out of breath and spread as wide as she could to help the dog cock...but it was over now. She was still gulping air and exhausted. The dog was panting, too, as he stood down, licking at her ass, licking up her juices and his too. Like a gentle lover, licking his bitch down from the top, tongueing her down, licking his own dick back into its sheath, just the tip showing, in and out as he licked himself some more. He looked at me and I patted his head. My neighbor still on all fours, still dripping, embarrassed but happy. I pulled her dress to cover her ass, her skin glowing and put her beer in her hand. She needed a drink. She sat back on the chair, taking a deep swallow. "I've never done that before." "Me either...until last month." She laughed at that and drank more beer. The dog looked at us both, side to side. "Good dog," I said. "Very good dog," my neighbor replied, smiling, looking down, a little ashamed. "My husband likes to watch," I said. "I've never been so..." she started. "Hot!" I finished. The dog looked up at me, approaching, but I pushed him away and he went to his corner. "Not now," I said. Maybe later, I thought.

I didn't see her until a few days later when she came out into the yard. Following behind was their new dog! She looked at me, a big smile on her face. "Good morning," she said. "Back at you," I smiled in return.