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The first time I saw Kate, we were standing in front of
the downtown office building where I had been working
for the past five years. Her confident smile
immediately caught my attention as she motioned for me
to enter revolving door.

I remember wishing she had gone first. I would have
enjoyed checking out her cute figure a bit more. She
looked to be just a few inches taller than my 5-3, with
a trim, athletic build and pert breasts.

"What am I doing ogling another woman?" I said to
myself as I rode up to my office on the tenth floor. I
noticed that Kate got onto the express elevator that
didn’t even stop until 19.

"Snap out of it, Sarah," I thought as I walked into
Ackerman & Williams, prepared for another day as
creative director at the second-largest advertising
firm in the city.

I spotted her several more times that week. A couple of
times arriving for work and once in the coffee shop
just off the first floor lobby. And each time I
probably looked at her a little too long. There was
just something about her.

I was a happily married woman and—as far as I knew—
straight. I hadn’t touched another female sexually
since I was a young teen playing around at those
notorious sleepovers. Oh, I had some nice orgasms then
as I humped the leg of my best friend, Karen. But we
both moved on to boys by middle school and I chalked it
up as a rite of passage.

Karen had been out of my life completely for years, and
I scarcely thought about those days. Except for the
times when David, my husband of ten years, was out of
town or we hit a dry spell and I would resort to self-
pleasure

Then thoughts of Karen would flicker through my mind as
I slowly brought myself along with light touches, first
to my full round breasts... then my flat belly... and
finally down to the curve of my mound, where I would
stroke my hungry clit through the coarse hair that I
kept trimmed in a neat triangle.

Oh, yes. Then I would think of Karen! How her thigh
felt as she snuggled it against my pussy. How her hair
smelled of fruity shampoo. How her warm breath felt on
my neck.

But these times were few, as David and I had a rather
active sex life, which left little need to find
pleasure by myself. So my growing preoccupation with
this new woman, who had captured my attention so
unexpectedly, was a real puzzle.

*****

We first spoke standing in line at the coffee shop a
few weeks later. "Seems as if we’ve been running on the
same schedule lately," came the voice from behind. I
knew who it was instinctively, and when I turned
around, two large blue eyes were smiling back at me.

I’m not quite sure why, but I felt my cheeks redden. I
wondered if she had noticed me looking at her those
times over the past few weeks. She had.

"I’ve seen you watching me," she said without making it
sound like an accusation. "Do I remind you of someone?"

For some reason, the name Karen leapt to mind, though
they really didn’t look alike. Strange.

"Oh, no... I’m sorry," I managed, as I stalled for time
trying to think of some way to explain why I had,
indeed, been watching her. But she took me off the hook
by extending her hand and smiling.

"I’m Kate. I work in IT with Pyramid Corporation up on
twenty-five."

"Sarah," I answered, relieved that she was willing to
move on. "I’m with Ackerman & Williams...
advertising... tenth floor."

"Do you have time to take a little break?" she said,
motioning to an empty table that looked out onto the
street through a large window.

"Sure, that would be nice" I said, still a little
worried that she might ask me again who she reminded me
of.

But the conversation actually was really easy. Kate and
I had a lot in common. We were both in our mid-
thirties, married career women with no c***dren. And as
it turned out, we both had a wicked sense of humor.

From that first day, we spent a lot of time laughing.
About our work. About movies. And especially about our
husbands. It was amazing how some of David’s annoying
little habits that drove me crazy turned out to be
pretty funny by the time Kate finished dissecting and
analyzing them. She spent an equal amount of time
poking fun at her husband Ted, who also worked in IT
for another company that was only a few blocks away
from our building.

By the time we’d met for coffee the third time, I felt
as if I’d known Kate all my life. By then our
conversations had turned to some serious things...
hopes, dreams, loss... topics that went much deeper
than casual friendship. I’d never gotten so close to
anyone in such a short time. Actually, I’d never gotten
so close to anyone, period.

Of course, the conversations eventually got around to
sex. We talked in general about our sex lives in our
marriages first. Nothing too detailed, but enough that
I could tell Kate wanted more. It turned out that she
had been fairly adventurous before she and Ted got
together, and I had the sense Kate sometimes thought
wistfully of that freedom.

When we talked about our pasts, I didn’t have much to
tell compared to Kate. David and I had been together
for quite awhile before we finally were married. So I
missed out on the usual sexual smorgasbord that many
people enjoy in college.

It wouldn’t have surprised me to learn that Kate had
"strayed" a few times during her marriage, but we never
went quite that deep. We never went nearly deep enough
to get to the secret I was keeping, either. It would
stay safely buried, as far as I was concerned.

*****

One thing that we did differ on was where we had chosen
to live. Kate and Ted lived in a loft in one of the up
and coming areas just north of downtown, while David
and I had chosen the suburbs. Of course, that meant
over an hour’s commute for me each day. But it also
meant we had a spacious house on a quiet street with a
swimming pool.

And it was the pool that I tempted Kate with when I
invited her and Ted to drive out on Saturday. "Sure,
you and I can sun ourselves by the pool all day and be
decadent," I k**ded, "and the guys can play golf. You
told me Ted likes to golf, and we might as well get
some use out of that expensive damned membership David
pays for every month."

"Are you sure it’ll be okay with David," she asked. "He
and Ted don’t even know each other."

"I promise. David will use any excuse to slip off and
play golf. Besides they’ll like each other just like
you and I do. They’ll spend the whole day talking about
us."

"All right," Kate laughed, "It’s a date."

*****

Kate and Ted arrived as scheduled at 10 a.m. on
Saturday. Ted looked cute as he struggled to get his
clubs out of the small trunk of their black BMW. He was
not quite as tall as David, who stood 6-0, but he had a
nice fit look to him to go along with longish brown
hair and brown eyes. His glasses made him look a little
bookish, even on the way to the golf course.

I had already met Ted when I was having lunch downtown
one day with Kate, and he seemed really nice, if quiet.
I thought he was kind of cute, and I couldn’t help but
wonder if there was some kind of hidden fire inside
beneath his rather bland exterior. He waved to me
quickly, then went back to trying to extricate his
clubs from the car.

David started walking down toward the car and met Kate
halfway up the drive. They stopped for a minute to
introduce themselves. The two of them were smiling and
laughing, as David wrapped his arms around her and gave
her a big hug. I could just hear him telling Kate how
much I’d talked about her lately, because I certainly
had. It was strange how she was in my thoughts so much
of the time.

In just a few moments he had kissed her on the cheek
and headed over to help Ted, while Kate joined me on
the porch.

David and Ted shook hands, and it wasn’t a minute
before the two of them had hoisted the stubborn clubs
from the car. David slapped Ted on the back and the two
started talking animatedly.

Kate and I stood on the front porch and watched them
talk and gesture, and it was clear that they were going
to be just fine.

"David seems really nice," Kate told me, "and he’s
really cute. He’s got big hands, too," she winked, as
she poked me lightly in the ribs with her elbow to make
sure I caught her drift.

I did. And I looked at David a little more closely than
usual, pausing to admire his trim, athletic build. He
looked like he still might be able to run
competitively, as he did in college, even though he was
just barely on the right side of 40 now. And his dark
hair and eyes accented a face that was, well... cute.
Damn cute.

And he did have big "hands." Eight inches, to be exact.

David raised his arm and pointed at his watch,
indicating they were short on time. And the two guys
gave a wave as they threw Ted’s clubs into the back of
our silver SUV and headed for the course.

"Come on in and we’ll get ready for our day of
decadence," I laughed, as I opened the door for Kate.
This time she went first. And I did admire her cute
little ass. "The spare bedroom is off to the left. You
can change in there."

I was already wearing my favorite bikini, a french cut
model that left little to the imagination. It was a
bright yellow and the bottoms rode high in the back and
low in the front, providing a nice view one of my best
assets. The top was pretty revealing, as well. My
areolas were barely covered, but little else. I loved
the color especially, because I thought it looked so
good with my dark brown hair and eyes.

I had purchased the suit for a trip that David and I
had taken to Florida a couple of years ago, and I had
gotten a little thrill out of wearing something so
revealing. But only in front of people I figured I’d
never see again. I’d never worn it in front of anyone
but David here at home. But today, somehow, I felt like
being a little daring.

I hadn’t gone "all the way" because I’d worn a matching
cover-up until the guys left. I didn’t want Ted to see
too much too soon, and I didn’t want David to wonder
what I was up to. Actually, I didn’t know what I was up
to.

But I had slipped off the cover-up before going to the
kitchen to mix the first two of what I expected to be a
number of bloody-marys. And I was about to put the cap
back on the vodka when I heard a low whistle behind me.

"My god, girl, you look good enough to eat!" Kate was
standing in the kitchen door looking me up and down.
And although I’d somehow wanted to show off for her a
bit, I began to feel a little uncomfortable under her
gaze that seemed to linger a few seconds too long on
those places that defined my womanhood.

"What I wouldn’t give for your tits." Kate’s eyes
locked on to my breasts, and I could feel my nipples
hardening under the flimsy fabric.

"You don’t look half-bad yourself, sweetheart," I said
truthfully. Kate looked so cute and sexy in her tiny
two-piece that was cut high in the legs and molded
tightly to the curve of her mound. The suit was pale
blue and looked delicious with her light brown hair and
creamy skin.

"Too cold for you in the bedroom?" I laughed, looking
directly at her hard nipples that were trying to poke
their way through the little top.

"I guess it’s pretty cold here in the kitchen, too,"
she laughed, not letting me get away with anything.

"Very funny," I volleyed back, handing her a bloody-
mary and leading the way out the French doors to the
pool.

As we stepped through the door, we were met by our
German shepherd, Blitz. Obviously I’m prejudiced, but
Blitz is a truly beautiful a****l. He was in his prime
at four years, full grown and weighing a little over
100 pounds.

He was not particularly tall for a mature male, but he
was very muscular. He reminded me how strong he was
every time I took him for a walk and he decided he
didn’t want to follow my lead. I pretty much had to
hang onto the leash with both hands and dig my heels in
until I could get him back under control.

Blitz was registered and almost perfectly marked, with
the familiar black and tan coat. But he was
distinctive, too, because of a larger-than-normal black
mask across his muzzle. It made him look quite
threatening when he barked or growled at someone he was
uncomfortable with.

But I knew that Blitz was a real sweetheart who enjoyed
splashing in the swimming pool and having his belly
rubbed. One other thing that I knew about him that no
one else knew, I planned to keep to myself.

*****


As soon as Kate and I were out on the pool deck, Blitz
started circling us, showing the shepherding instincts
that had been bred in over the generations. He bounced
around excitedly and licked our hands in greeting.

I scratched him behind the ears and he settled down a
bit. But when Kate bent over to lay her towel across
the chaise, he bounded over to her and stuck his nose
right between her bare thighs. Before I could get him
back under control, he had given her legs and crotch
three or four big licks with his long tongue.

"No, Blitz, no," I scolded him. "Be nice to our guest."

Kate just laughed it off. "I’ve been trying to teach
Ted that trick for years," she quipped.

But I was embarrassed by his unruliness. And it
unnerved me a little that he had gone after Kate the
way he did, thrusting his nose between her legs so
aggressively. I felt uncomfortable for her, and for me.

I didn’t want Blitz pestering us while we enjoyed our
time by the pool, so I grabbed his collar and led him
over near the fence. "Stay," I commanded, and he lay
down looking chastised and forlorn.

"Sorry about that," I said, still a little embarrassed
about Blitz’s behavior.

Kate just smiled and patted the empty chaise next to
her. So I sat down and joined her in rubbing sunscreen
as best I could over all my exposed skin. Even though I
have dark hair and eyes, my skin is quite fair and I
burn easily. Kate looked as if she had the same
problem. Finally, we took turns helping each other with
the areas we couldn’t reach for ourselves. And then we
were ready to lay back, relax and sip our drinks.

For the next hour we talked and laughed and drank. The
conversation was easy, as always. And today it became
even easier by the time we’d finished our second bloody
mary.

Occasionally, Blitz would get up from his spot in the
shade and amble over to his dish for a drink of water.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye, worried that
he might get frisky again, but he behaved himself very
nicely after my scolding.

Then Kate turned to me and said, "All right, my sweet
innocent Sarah. What’s the sluttiest thing you’ve ever
done?"

"What?!" I gulped in surprise.

"You heard me. Surely there’s a daring Sarah inside
there who slips out every now and then."

I could tell I was blushing because I knew she was
right. There was something deep down inside. But I
wasn’t about to let it out.

"Oh, my stories would put an adventurous girl like you
to sleep, Kate. I don’t want to waste your afternoon
with my boring sex life."

She smiled knowingly at me and prodded a little more.
"Come on, Sarah, you can tell me, babe. I’ll keep all
your secrets." By the time she’d finished, the look on
her face told me she was serious about wanting to
know... and about keeping secrets.

"Tell you what, Kate." You go first, then we’ll see
what happens. What’s the sluttiest thing you’ve ever
done?"

"All right, I’ll go first. But don’t think you’re off
the hook, "she warned.

"I had a little, unexpected adventure not too long ago
when I was flying back home after a business trip," she
began. "It probably wasn’t the sluttiest thing I’ve
ever done, but it would have to rank in the top five."
Kate was smiling as she laid her head back against the
chaise and began to explain.

"While I was waiting at the gate, I had been surfing
the net on my computer. I found this web site that has
a lot of erotic stories and started reading. Well,
before I knew it, I’d gotten so worked up that I was
about to slip into the ladies room and give myself some
relief, if you know what I mean."

Kate glanced over at me and smiled again at the sight
of my open-mouthed stare.
"Then I noticed this group of really cute girls," she
continued. "I figured they were probably flying
somewhere for spring break, since it was that time of
year."

"Girls?!" I interrupted, my eyes wide with surprise. "I
didn’t realize your interests leaned in that
direction." I was looking at Kate in a whole new way at
that moment.

"Oh, it’s not like I’m a lesbian or anything. I’m
barely even bisexual," she giggled at her little joke.
"But I do appreciate a beautiful woman. Have ever since
college."

I filed that little tidbit away for future reference,
but I was interested in her current story right then.
"Go on," I said as I turned on my side to get a better
look at my friend, who I was seeing in an entirely
different way.

Kate simply stared straight ahead, her eyes shielded by
the dark sunglasses. "Well, there was this one really
well-developed girl. She couldn’t have been 20. I
certainly would have fantasized about her when I got
myself off in the bathroom, but wouldn’t you know,
about that time they called our flight. "I was really
pissed at that point because I needed to climax--bad.
But when we boarded the plane, this same girl ended up
sitting right next to me! Her boyfriend was in the seat
in front of her."

Kate turned her head toward me again, apparently
interested in any comment I might have. But by this
point, I was too wrapped up in her story to talk.

"Since it was a night flight, they left the cabin
lights low after we took off. I sat there with my eyes
closed, thinking about her ripe little body, about some
of those stories I’d been reading online, and about
what I intended to do to Ted when I got home. I just
get so horny when I travel for several days in a row."

Kate looked over to me as if to validate the normalcy
of her arousal. "Um hum," was all I could manage.

"So I was sitting there in the dim light, with the
engines humming. Actually, my engine was humming pretty
good by then, too. I pulled a blanket over me so I
could, how shall I say, make the most of those naughty
thoughts I was having."

"Oh my god, Kate! You didn’t." She just smiled a little
wider and went on.

"Well, my cute seatmate figured out what I was doing.
She kept looking at the blanket where my hand was
pleasuring my wet pussy which, by the way, was quite
easy because I had gone commando on that particular
day. And the poor girl was acting very nervous.

"Next thing I knew, she had pulled her own blanket over
her and it was pretty obvious to me that she was doing
the same thing I was."

I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it
again, not wanting to break developing the mood that
was right then. I could feel the stirrings of arousal
beginning deep in my belly, and I wanted to just lie
back and savor them.

"Finally," Kate continued, "I couldn't help it and I
leaned over to her and whispered, ‘Can I help?’ She
just kind of froze, but she didn't shriek or run off.
So I slid my hand under the blanket and over to her
crotch. She had undone her pants and pulled them down a
little and moved her panties out of the way. I slid my
hand underneath hers and found an extremely hot, wet
cunt which I began stroking as if it were my own."

Suddenly, I became very aware that my own cunt was both
hot and wet, and I was a little worried about the dark
spot that was rapidly growing on the small crotch of my
bikini. But I just pressed my legs together a little,
first to hide it from view, and second to put a bit of
pressure in just the right place.

Kate glanced over and noticed how I was squirming on
the chaise. But she just went on with her story.

"When I started to touch her pussy, I leaned toward her
a little more so I could feel those beautiful mounds of
hers against my arm. She moaned softly when she felt
the contact. And I whispered to her, ‘I could use some
help, too.’"

I think I moaned a little, too, when Kate said that.

"So the girl slid her hand under my blanket to cup my
hot, slippery cunt and started fondling it, just the
way I like. It only took a couple of minutes before we
were both cumming...biting down to keep from making
noise. "

"Fuccckkkkk," I couldn’t help but whisper.

"After she came, she kind of slammed her legs together
and pulled her hand from my crotch. I guess she
realized what she was doing. I smiled, thanked her and
licked my fingers. When it was time to exit the plane,
she grabbed her boyfriend's arm and clung to him, I
guess to be protected from any more wicked women she
might encounter on her trip."

I just sat and stared at Kate for a long time. Neither
one of us spoke. Finally, I jumped up quickly and
headed for the pool. I needed to cool off and I hoped
the dip in the water would camouflage the fact that my
entire crotch was soaked by that point. I could hear
Kate laughing as I hurried across the pool deck and
dove in headfirst.

Kate had another bloody-mary ready when I slipped out
of the pool and dried myself off. I couldn’t remember
if it was my third or fourth, and at that point, I
didn’t really care. Kate’s story and the alcohol just
made me feel so warm and aroused and daring. I could
practically feel my inhibitions falling away one by one
until I was just one raw nerve needing to be
stimulated.

"All right, Sarah, your turn." Kate was smiling that
wicked smile of hers, and she made no attempt to hide
the large wet patch between her legs. And I made no
attempt to hide the fact that I was looking right at
it... for a long time.

"What’s the sluttiest thing you’ve ever done?"

And right then, I decided I would do what I swore to
myself I would never do--tell another living person
what happened last summer. By the pool. On a day very
much like today.

I settled back on the chaise and slipped on my dark
sunglasses. I guess I hoped if I hid my eyes, what I
was about to tell her would somehow be a little easier.
I just didn’t want her to see the look in my eyes when
I told the story.

Kate settled in, too, with her drink in hand, sipping
and nibbling on the celery garnish. She had pulled her
chaise over until it touched mine, and I was glad,
because her closeness allowed me to speak in a whisper
and still be heard. And what I was about to tell her
was best spoken in whispers.

I took a deep breath and began. "This happened last
summer, almost exactly a year ago. I was home alone,
lying by the pool sunbathing. Since we have this
privacy fence, I decided to tan without my suit. I
really hate tan lines."

"Oooooooo. I love that," Kate breathed as I went on.

"I'd had a few beers, and there in the hot sun, the
alcohol seemed to be affecting me more than usual. I
began to feel a little daring, so I slipped my suit
off. As I lay there, all relaxed from the hot sun and
the cold beer, my mind began to wander. You know, to
sex."

I could see out of the corner of my eye that Kate was
watching me closely and I was really glad the
sunglasses were shielding my eyes right then. She had
gotten quiet, and I could tell she was listening
intently.

"Little sexual vignettes began to play through my
head," I continued. "The image of masturbating here by
the pool with a girl friend... being taken roughly from
behind by a stranger with an extraordinarily big
cock... touching my very first cock when I was playing
doctor with a neighbor boy as a young girl. It was sort
of a sexual collage and, my god, did it ever turn me
on!"

"I know what you mean," she whispered. By this time,
Kate had turned on her side and had begun to trace her
fingers lightly along my leg, from my knee, up my thigh
and back. In another time and place, it might not have
even seemed sexual, but today it was more than just
closeness between girlfriends.

Plunging ahead anyway, I whispered softly, "Opening my
eyes and looking around, I made sure that I was alone.
Then I started touching myself. You know, to get
ready... "
"You mean like this?" Kate whispered as leaned over to
caress my cheek, my neck, my arms.

"Yessssss," I sighed, then continued my story. "My
hands slid down to my breasts. I didn’t want to touch
the nipples just yet, so I just kept making light
circles with my fingertips. The circles kept getting
smaller and smaller, until my nipples were hard as
rocks. I finally just had to touch them."

"Like this," Kate said softly, as she took my right
nipple between her thumb and index finger and rolled it
around, pulling and pinching through my bikini top. I
could feel her warm breath on my arm as she leaned
closer.

My eyes were closed as I paused to enjoy the thrill of
this first intimate touch from a woman. I wanted to
drink in all the sensations before going on. But
suddenly, I realized that Kate had removed her hand. I
opened my eyes and saw her just lying there smiling at
me.

"So my slutty Sarah got herself off by the pool," Kate
teased.

"Please Kate!" I was shocked by how sharply I had
spoken. So I lowered my voice. "This is really hard for
me, but I want to tell you."

"All right, Sarah, I’m sorry. Please go on." She laid
her hand on my bare arm and began to stroke me
soothingly. I knew she was trying to put me at ease, to
coax the words out of me.

"Okay, so after teasing myself for what seemed like an
hour, I allowed my fingers the first contact with my
nipples. I took each little bud between my fingertips
and rolled it, tugged it a little, and pinched until it
just passed the point of feeling good and started to
hurt."

Kate’s hand was back on my breast now, imitating the
movements, the touches I was describing. She scooted
the chaise out of the way and was on her knees beside
me, touching me as I continued.

"Then I cupped my breasts in my hands and began to
massage them, knead them. The pressure became firmer
and more vigorous as I got more turned on." Kate had
both breasts in her palms now, caressing me the way I
described it to her. Suddenly I became aware of what we
were doing and I hesitated, knowing I should stop this,
but I didn’t know how to deflect Kate without driving a
wedge into our new and intriguing friendship—plus, what
she was doing felt really good.

"I could already feel my nectar beginning to ooze from
my pussy and mix with the sweat and suntan oil. And I
hadn’t even touched myself there yet."

Kate was totally silent now. I could hear her breathing
quicken a little as I felt her hands playing over my
breasts, pulling on the nipples through my bikini top.
She was doing her best to imitate my words. I wanted to
stop and watch her, to bask in these wonderful new
sensations, but I had to hurry on with the story before
I backed out.

"I was incredibly aroused by this point, and as much as
I like to tease myself and stay on the edge for a long,
long time, I knew it was time to touch myself... down
there, you know."

And just as I had done it to myself that day, I felt
Kate’s hand glide along my flat belly, downward across
my navel, pausing at the curve of my mound. She
continued to pleasure my breast with her other hand as
she traced the length of my slit through the wet fabric
of my bikini bottoms.

"Ohhhhhh," Kate sighed, and I glanced down at her to
see that her top was bunched around her neck, exposing
her pert breasts and rock hard nipples. She continued
to caress me, one hand on my breast, the other playing
over my pussy, probing, massaging, caressing.

This time I looked right at her, my eyes locked on her,
as I continued. "For the first time, I caught a whiff
of my arousal. The smell of my sex excited me even
more, and I knew I couldn't tease me any more. I had to
touch my clit. And I needed to do it right then!"

With that, Kate hooked her fingers in the waistband of
my bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down. I
instinctively raised my hips to help her slide them
off, exposing me to her for the first time. The wisps
of my pubic hair were damp with sweat. And I knew there
was even more dampness a little farther down.

Kate tossed my bikini bottoms to the other side of the
chaise then stood and slipped hers down and off. Her
top soon followed, and she helped me shed mine, until
both of us were naked. My eyes glided over Kate’s body,
drinking in the light brown hair that partially
concealed her swollen labia. I wanted to touch her so
much at that moment, but before I could reach for her,
she knelt back down by my chaise and pressed two
fingers inside my sex.

She moved them up and down teasingly, caressing the
inside of my swollen lips, spreading my juices around
my opening and over my enflamed clit. My breaths were
coming faster now, but I steadied myself to go on with
my story.

"Suddenly, before my hand could move lower, I felt
something cool and wet at my sex," I continued. "I
jumped, then opened my eyes and saw Blitz sniffing at
my opening. I was just appalled! And I tried to sit up
on the chaise and scoot myself away from him."

"Oh fuck, Sarah, no..." I couldn’t tell if she was
excited, disgusted or something else. So I plunged
ahead. And thankfully she did too!

"Just then, his long wet tongue snaked out and began to
lick me. And they were big licks, Kate, wide licks,
eager licks that started at my rectum and ended at my
clit. Then back again, three, four times before I could
react. Blitz had found something he wanted, and he was
quite insistent."

As best I could tell, Kate was using her fingers to
trace what she understood to be the path that Blitz’s
tongue traveled that day. She stroked and caressed me,
smearing my nectar from my tight little rosebud up to
my clit. I was finding it very difficult to talk by
this time.

"I scolded him and tried to push his head away. But my
resistance was weak and Blitz sensed it. He ignored me
and continued to lick, if anything, with greater
urgency because I'd tried to push him away."

I felt two of Kate’s slender fingers enter me
completely at that point. She probed deeply, then
finally curled them and found my magic spot. Her words
came in rhythm with the movement of her fingers.
"Don’t... stop... Sarah... tell... me!" she panted. So
I went on.

"I glanced to see if anyone could help me. But I think
I really wanted to make sure that there was no one
around to see how much it turned me on. Instinctively,
I spread my legs wider, feet on the pool deck on either
side of the chaise, to open myself completely to
Blitz’s delicious tongue."

A third finger slid inside easily and Kate began a slow
fucking motion with her hand. Each time she withdrew
her fingers almost completely, then plunged them back
in deeply. My hips were beginning to rock just a
little, keeping time with her thrusts. My words came
through clenched teeth as I tried to continue.

"Maybe it was the beer. Maybe I'd teased myself to such
a level of arousal that I no longer had control. But
whatever the reason, I began to relax, to enjoy the
feeling of Blitz's tongue on my pussy. His big wet
licks were unlike anything I'd ever felt before. They
were so alien, so erotic."

Kate was plunging her fingers in and out, faster now.
My pussy made squishy slurping sounds as she fucked me
to the sound of my words. Just before I closed my eyes
again I noticed that Kate’s other hand had moved to her
own mound and was slowly stroking her clit.

"I started to rationalize then. I began to think that
I'd already "crossed the line" by letting the dog lick
me like that. So why not enjoy it now...

"And then, my god, Kate, I reached down and spread open
my cunt for him! I wanted to make sure he had access to
all of me. It worked, too, because the next lick found
my clit. It sent shivers through my body, and I was now
totally out of control. I leaned my head back, lips
spread wide, and prepared for the most explosive and
nastiest orgasm of my entire life!"

Kate suddenly erupted, "Aaaaaaahhh fuckkkkkkkk!! Fuck
me. Fuck!!!" Her fingers were a blur on her clit. She
was cumming and I knew that my own orgasm wasn’t far
behind. I could feel it building. But I was determined
to get it all out. To tell the whole story once and for
all.

"He just kept licking! My eyes were shut tight and I
could barely catch my breath. I was right on the verge
of a massive orgasm, and my entire mental focus was on
the sensations happening between my legs.

"Suddenly the licking just stopped. But in just a
second, I felt Blitz's front paws on my shoulders. He
had managed to climb up the chaise, paws on either side
of me and now had me pinned underneath him. My god,
Kate, he weighed almost as much as I did! I felt his
hot breath on my face and could actually smell myself
as he panted on me."

By this time, Kate had recovered somewhat from her
orgasm and was concentrating again on my pussy. But I
was too far gone to even be fully aware of what she was
doing. I just had to finish the story now! I wanted to
relive it and wanted Kate to live it with me.

"Blitz was out of control. I tried... I really tried to
get myself out from under him. But I saw his cock
emerging from its sheath. It looked red and slick and
shiny. And it was growing by the second! I could
actually see it pulsing and growing as Blitz began
wildly thrusting in the general direction of my
defenseless pussy.

"He was trying desperately to enter me! He was panting,
thrusting, scooting upward on his hind legs, while his
front paws kept me pinned tightly in place. I was
almost paralyzed by the thought that I might actually
be fucked by a dog! But with that very thought, I just
exploded. I started to cum in wave after wave. And just
as my back arched upward, I felt the first touch of
Blitz's engorged cock."

The words were just tumbling out of me now, as I tried
desperately to finish before I came again telling Kate
about that day.

"As my pussy throbbed and contracted, Blitz drove his
huge cock deep into me. And my contractions seemed to
be pulling it deeper inside. He was bigger than David.
And the width! He just split me wide open. And the
heat, Kate. It felt like his cock was on fire!

"Then, there were a series of wild thrusts, Blitz's
cock and my hips, both of us thrusting with pure a****l
instinct. His soft fur rubbed against my tender breasts
each time our bodies jerked together.

"As my orgasm subsided, I lay almost still. I thought
it was over. But just as I tried to get away again, I
felt it! The walls of my abused cunt were being pushed
outward, filled beyond capacity with some thing that
was totally foreign to me. It scared me at first, then
scared me even more as I realized we were locked
together!

"He had claimed me with his knot. I was his until he
was through with me. The thought of it appalled me and
enflamed me at the same time. So when Blitz began
thrusting again, I was ready for him. I thrust back,
moaning and growling primitive sounds that came from my
very core.

"And I couldn’t help it! My legs reached upward and
wrapped themselves around his hindquarters, pulling him
to me again and again, as I totally crossed over from
the human world to something much more primitive. Now,
not only was the dog fucking me, but I was fucking the
dog!

"I had never felt so filled before. The knot had grown
to an unbelievable size, pushing me outward, stretching
me far beyond my capacity. It throbbed, it pulsed, it
controlled me as I had never been controlled before. I
remember thinking that my body literally could take no
more.

"But I felt his cock begin to throb again. And this
time shot after shot of explosive heat and creamy
liquid flooded my abused pussy... right before another
massive orgasm swept me into u*********sness."

By the time the story had finally come tumbling out, I
was in a trancelike state. It was as if remembering it
had transported me back to that day nearly a year ago.
It was as if I could still feel the incredible pressure
of the knot in my pussy.

Just then, I looked down and saw that Kate had inserted
her entire hand inside my dripping cunt. She had curled
it into a fish, and I could feel her twisting it slowly
one way, then the other. I’d never seen a look of lust
on another human face like the one I saw as she stared
up into my eyes.

The sight, the sensations all joined together to push
me over the edge. I was swept away. Totally.
Completely. Wave after wave of orgasm lifted me up,
then brought me crashing down, before lifting me again.
The breakers kept coming and coming until I lost
consciousness.

I'm not sure how long I was out. But I woke up to the
feeling of someone or something gripping my thigh very
tightly. As I slowly emerged from my orgasm-induced
stupor, the first thing I saw was Kate. Her face was
turned toward me, her eyes wide open, but not seeing me
at all. And it was her hands that were digging into my
thigh.

Then I realized what was going on. It was Blitz!
Apparently attracted by the scent of our arousal, Blitz
had jut mounted Kate from behind and was now fucking
her hard with a speed that only dogs can manage. Kate’s
eyes were wide as the 100-pound a****l gripped her with
his strong forelegs and pulled himself onto and then
into her.

Before I could get up to try and help her, Blitz was
in, and the look of fear on her face changed. Her eyes
were half closed now and her lips parted with a look of
arousal and abandon that I knew all too well. I knew it
was how I must have looked that day last year when
Blitz had his way with me.

Blitz’s thrusting grew even more urgent, as he drew
Kate closer to him, gripping her tighter and tighter
with his legs. He has pushed her forward until her head
was resting on my thigh as I lay there on the chaise,
and his face was only inches from mine. He was panting
furiously and his tongue hung out of his mouth with his
exertion.

Just then, his urgent thrusting slowed, then almost
stopped. And I knew what must be happening.

"My god, Sarah," Kate whimpered. "It’s... it’s... oh,
fuckkkkkkkkkk!"

Just as I had, Kate could feel the knot growing inside
her, pushing outward with a force she could never have
imagined. I knew the combination of fear, pain and
arousal that she was feeling at that moment. And I knew
she felt totally helpless and out of control, because
that’s exactly how I felt when it happened to me.

But she was on her own at this point; there was nothing
I could do for her. And anyway, from the primitive,
guttural sounds she was making, I didn’t think she
needed help. So, instead, I reached down and began to
stroke her hair, her cheek, her breasts and then down
to her clit where I could feel Blitz’s deep thrusts. I
marveled at how hard her nipples were!

As I caressed and comforted Kate, I looked at Blitz. He
was whimpering and struggling with the effort, as he
sprayed his seed into the waiting womb of his new mate.
I couldn’t help myself. I reached my other hand to him
and patted his head soothingly. "Good boy, Blitz, good
boy."

Just then, Kate exploded with her own climax. She dug
her fingernails into my bare thigh, breaking the skin
and drawing a little blood. But I pulled her close and
pressed my nipple to her mouth causing her to suckle
instinctively. I pressed her close as she stiffened and
arched and bucked with Blitz still firmly locked in her
abused throbbing pussy.

Her cries and moans were primal, sounding almost like a
wounded a****l. But I knew from my own experience that
she was feeling things right then that no human words
could express.

And now I could hear the slurping, sucking sounds of
the huge knot, now lubed by his thin white cum, as it
popped out of Kate’s gaping cunt. It was followed by a
flood of their mingled juices that puddled on the pool
deck beneath them. I saw Blitz’s massive cock dangling
lewdly between his back legs, all pink and slick, as he
pressed his tongue between Kate’s legs to lap at the
results of their coupling.

And then he was gone. Blitz ambled slowly over to his
place next to the fence and was asleep by the time he
had stretched himself fully on the ground. He was
totally exhausted, and I was sure that like most men
he'd already forgotten about what had happened.

But I hadn't forgotten. And I knew Kate hadn’t
forgotten. Neither of us would ever forget.

As I lay down next to Kate and held her trembling body
to mine, I could see the scratches around her waist and
her thighs where Blitz had gripped her. But seeing her
pussy--lips puffy and swollen, hair matted with her
juices and a stream of thin, white cum still oozing
from her battered opening, I couldn’t help but gasp at
what Blitz had left behind.

And leaning over to soothe her ravaged tissues with my
delicate tongue, determined to soothe her, I couldn’t
help but wonder how long it would be before we both
craved to feel it again.

END