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It started innocently enough. I shouldn’t even be
telling you this. I shouldn’t judge. I can’t not after
how all this ended.

There is a parallel to everything. This isn’t in this
instance a conversation of right and wrong. It’s just
what happened.

It was not the story I expected to hear when I asked
her, what was the hottest thing she experienced sexually
when she was growing up?

A young girl, Lucy had just gotten up on one Saturday
morning. She’d pulled her sleep shirt over her head,
naked underneath, and pulled on her white terry cloth
robe, and instead of heading in to take a bath, in just
her robe she sleepily wandered out into the living room.

Still not quite awake yet, her shoulder length dark
brown hair a sleepy tangle, she squinted into the
brightly lit front room.

I could easily picture her, that adorable sleepy look of
hers I’d seen so many times. Her familiar sweet smell of
sleep that made me just want to hug and love on her. Her
dark eyebrows scrunched up, her dark brown eyes
sparkling venturing to adjust to the light.

Lucy sank down into the thick, soft leather cushions of
the sectional couch set to overlook the view over the
ocean from the back of her family’s house. I’d seen
pictures of her from around that age, an only c***d,
right there in the front room, the family room they
called it, the same couch behind her, the same room she
watched TV in, the same room she’d opened Christmas
presents, under a decorated tree each year.

She looked like a younger version of herself now. She
still had her light olive complexion, her dark almost
black hair, her dark eyes and long lashes, her soft
ashen pink lips.

Stretching, pointing her toes hard, her feet coming off
the floor, and then relaxing again, looking out the bay
windows out over the ocean, she pulled her robe around
her legs and yawned again, a loud sleepy yawn, her hands
shoved down and curled up in her robe pockets, the sun
streaming in, a bright typical California summer
morning.

Lucy liked being home alone, having the house to herself
out here on the beach, no one around for miles. It
didn’t happen often. She’d been awakened by her mom
letting her know she was running over to their friend
Melanie’s not far away, and would visit for a few hours.
She had her phone number.

Lucy watched the beach grass swaying, listened to the
breeze coming through the open windows. The house was so
quiet, so still.

Her two year old pup, Bo, got up from his bed,
approached her, and summarily rested his muzzle on her
knees.

He looked up at her, so adorably, at his friend, his
tail wagging and swatting the coffee table with rhythmic
thuds when Lucy smiled at him.

“Hi Bo, how are you this morning, my sweet dog?” Lucy
chimed, Bo’s tail moving even faster along with his
whole bottom, smiling back the way he did when she
acknowledged him.

Lucy sat up and leaned forward, and with both hands
encircled his smiling face, that simple greeting an
invitation for Bo to lick her face and rise up half onto
her lap practically bumping her forehead as he stood.
Suddenly taller than her, Lucy pushed him back down,
again taking his face in her hands, and kissed him on
his snout. Bo licked her back, sort of on her mouth,
too.

“Bo, you silly dog. My big dog’s happy this morning,
are you?” she teased, wrapping her arms around him, and
hugged him to her.

She loved her best friend, and as he licked her face,
she hugged him even tighter, burying her face in his fur
to escape his happiness and his wildly lapping hot wet
tongue.

She loved the warmth and downy softness of his fur,
rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, and he responded
by licking her hair sideways and excitedly again started
to try to climb into her lap. Lucy hugged him to her, to
stop him again, his chest pushing into her left breast,
his head straining over her shoulder. She had to lean
forward into him again to prevent him from altogether
climbing over her.

“Boooooh, what are you doing, you silly dog” she chimed
again laughing as he pushed up toward her, him
repeatedly trying to get a leg up on the couch, to climb
onto her lap like he was still a small dog.

Finally Bo gave up, and calmed down, and Lucy leaned
back into the soft cushions, Bo between her legs half
laying on her lap in the hammock her robe created
between her thighs.

His paws at her sides this time Lucy let him lay on her.
They just looked at each other once or twice Bo leaning
forward trying to lick her face. His furry sides felt so
good on her bare legs. His belly warm-hot on her through
her robe.

She didn’t mind his eagerness. She said she didn’t even
think about it when she opened her legs more, her robe
opening under him, her robe sliding away, letting his
fur slide across her inner thighs, pinching him there,
just enjoying the silky soft sensation, just such a
loving moment between her and her Bo, rubbing his head
and shoulders.

It just felt so good laying there, still so sleepy, with
her friend, to be loved by him, and his fur just felt so
good, when she suddenly felt that familiar warmth in her
belly, the one she’d get at night alone in her bed that
made her want to slide her fingers up under her nightie.
She said she wasn’t startled really, just noticed the
feeling, that it had started.

Lucy reiterated it all happened so quickly, so
unselfconsciously, she just appreciated and loved that
warm feeling, and as she felt the feeling extend through
her, her nipples tingling, the sensation moving down
into her belly, through her, hot and electric, right
down between her legs, right where Bo’s belly was
pushing, there, his weight on her mons, on her pussy.

She felt herself naturally lean back under him, let her
hips roll up to the touches, she accentuated, not *his*
touches, just to touch, to the sensations.

Again, Lucy said, she didn’t think anything of it. For
the briefest of moments, not really registering as a
thought but as a passing feeling, a sensation, she
thought of her movements being almost like her rubbing
on her teddy bear. She was conscious of thinking it felt
good, and that she was rubbing herself on Bo, but it was
just so innocent, however also arousing.

She did and didn’t connect the feeling to Bo, exactly,
at first anyway, really, just to the warmth and sexiness
of a feeling, sparked by the love and touch of her
friend on top of her. It didn’t even occur to her that
Bo would be feeling a similar yearning.

Bo kept licking her face, and when he licked her mouth,
in surprise Lucy leaned back, enough that she pulled him
forward some more, even further, heavier on top of her.

Her feet on the floor, and Bo’s back legs on the floor
between hers, her robe fallen away from her upper legs,
Bo’s belly was now firmly between her legs, and she
remembered in that fleeting moment liking the feeling on
her bare skin, his soft fur between her legs, on her
inner thighs.

Lucy rubbed his sides her fingers sliding through his
fur, squeezing his torso between her soft bare knees, in
part playing, in part just absentmindedly prolonging the
contact of his fur on her bare skin, letting the feeling
ripple through her.

She and Bo had played many times. She’d loved the feel
of his fur before. Something this time though was
different.

She didn’t push him away, now for different reasons, not
altogether consciously, but nonetheless, when he leaned
her back she had also scooted closer to the couch’s
edge, her bare youthful legs fully exposed now, her robe
open to her crotch right at the couch’s edge, Bo’s soft
hot belly rubbing on her there, on her naked belly,
acutely aware of the heat of his belly pressing into her
groin, his belly having less fur, and being like hot
skin on hot skin.

Suddenly Lucy felt feelings she hadn’t felt before,
feelings maybe she shouldn’t be feeling she recalled
thinking fleetingly before Bo licked her and made her
laugh again.

Lucy wasn’t wearing panties, and before she was even
aware she was doing it, she was squeezing Bo’s torso
between her bare thighs, an effort to rub herself, her
mound, her tender inner thighs on his soft hot smooth
belly.

Her robe had almost come completely open now, she
recalled, his soft fur and his warmth, rubbing,
touching, bumping between her spread legs, on top of her
sensitive mons, on top of her soft belly.

This had all transpired in a few short minutes, she
explained. She felt like she wasn’t really making
decisions, of, this, or that was right or wrong. Again,
at least, not just yet.

She repeated herself trying to assure me I think this
wasn’t something planned that would cause her to feel
ashamed in some way.

Again, she said, bear in mind this was all happening so
quickly, so innocently, the enormity of the situation
didn’t even really come into her awareness until she was
already breathing raggedly, her nipples hot, the heat
deep inside her belly, her pussy suddenly slippery, she
remembered so clearly, she said. She distinctly
remembered that moment, of her pussy being slippery hot
and an immediate thrilling sensation. She remembered
because it was at that moment that she knew to stop.

Bo kept licking her face, and Lucy turned and let him,
then her lips, and then slowly, slightly, inexplicably,
she let her lips part, and as his tongue swiped across
her mouth, as he licked her mouth, as his tongue went
inside her mouth, something in her clicked, and she put
her tongue out, too, and moaned, completely swept away
by the touch, the sensation, she wasn’t sure exactly,
maybe just the sheer naughtiness of being naked under
her friend with her pussy already slippery wet.

Bo indeed licked her back, her tongue, tasting her, his
furry belly all over her tingling body, his weight
shifting on her too, trying to get closer to her too,
and suddenly Lucy said she heard herself moan as if
outside herself, as if Bo knew where to push, where to
touch her.

Yes, normally, she would have been freaked out, or at
least been grossed out. She never really understood
exactly what happened.

As if in a dream, she closed her eyes, and began to just
let herself feel this, and react to it. She didn’t mean
for any of this to happen.

It never even occurred to her before, and in that split
moment she didn’t even really realize what she was
doing, or how it was affecting her, or, how it was
affecting her young dog, but suddenly something changed,
her body responding, a long low deep moan, on and on,
coming from deep inside her, her hips rocking, lifting
up toward the heat of Bo’s belly.

She breathed out a sigh of pleasure as the second wave
hit her, her little pussy tingling hot, Bo’s front legs
on either side of her, him reaching to her, hovering
over her, his hips now pushing into her, his full heavy
body laying half on top of her, her pussy slippery wet,
and now humming with an unintended however
uncontrollable arousal, *she said smiling at me,
something she understood now, as a woman*.

Lucy heard herself in that moment, her mewls, a soft
high continuous moan as she licked Bo’s tongue, the feel
of kissing, of a lover’s tongue in her mouth making her
forget the wrongness of what she, what they, were doing.

What she didn’t realize was, this new kind of contact
had made Bo as aroused as she was; it hadn’t even
occurred to her he would get aroused.

This was just happening, she thought, in that instant,
just to her, not to Bo, too. Again, just sort of like
how she rubbed on her teddy bear at night. She
remembered at some point feeling guilty, that she would
confuse him, but then, if anything, she felt confused
herself.
This time though, with Bo, there were the additional
sensations of warmth, his soft fur, and to her surprise,
his kissing mouth, his tongue; and, Bo’s sexual arousal,
his now slightly humping at her, just like we do, she
pointed out, one person’s energy feeding off the
other’s.

It was right then that Lucy felt the hot slippery wet
hardness touching her. It did and didn’t register to her
what it was at first. Not until she felt the hard
thickness noticeably between them, the throbbing pulsing
heat, the sudden slipperiness versus Bo’s fur, that she
thought, Bo’s cock is hard.

Lucy moaned. It was rubbing, touching under her thighs,
then on her soft tender bare inner thighs, on her smooth
bare mound, pushing at her. It was slippery hot, and the
feeling made her tingle inside, she said and she heard
herself moan even louder in a continuous soft mewl.

When she felt it, it was like some inner instinct
tripped, igniting a heat deep inside her, making her
little cunny ripple and contract; and, as it touched
over her quaking belly, as both their pelvis’s suddenly
pushed together, the thickness and weight of his swollen
hard cock sliding hotly over her creamy wet clit induced
Lucy to push up on her toes, involuntarily thrusting her
pelvis toward him, trying to roll her hips so it would
touch her, and as it did, she felt an indescribable,
electric burst of excitement. It literally took her
breath away.

By now they’d stopped “kissing” she emphasized, and she
hugged Bo to her as she had the fleeting thought, this
is so naughty, so bad, so wrong, and even though she
imagined herself pushing Bo away, getting up, repulsed,
it was too late, her body’s chemistry she said was like
a d**g, her wanting cock, not really perceiving, or
evaluating maybe that’s what was happening.

So much so, she reflexively spread her knees further
apart, pushed up on her toes, opened her legs wider
rolling her pussy at his cock, wanting more of the warm
sensation, wanting more of this thick hot throbbing cock
to touch her bare little pussy. It was so naughty, so
wrong, so bad, she had never told anyone before. She
wasn’t thinking past that moment.

As her robe sash fell away, and her robe fully opened,
exposing her tummy, her breasts, her bare skin, her
pebble hard nipples to the rubbing soft furry warmth of
her friend, Lucy’s pelvis again, and again involuntarily
lifted, rocking up toward him, completely lost now to
the incredible tactile sensations causing her to rock
her pelvis, roll her pussy, her bottom, up at him.

At first it wasn’t even deliberate when Lucy put both
her hands loosely on Bo’s flanks, her fingers sinking
into his thick coat of fur. She was breathing faster.
She pulled him against her tummy, against her hot little
cunny, her hands on his hips more purposeful.

So hot and delicious was Bo’s cock sliding over her
belly, her mons, onto and into her, sliding through her
pink slit now slippery hot-wet and open, that out of
curiosity, out of instinctive reflex, Lucy reached
between them to touch it.

She’d been curious about men, their body’s, their cocks,
her father, and now was her chance to touch one.

Even it was Bo’s, it was a cock, and she had made it
hard. That single compelling driving force, she said,
that she made it hard, overwhelmed any other sense she
might have had. Again, she wasn’t thinking of where this
might lead. It didn’t even occur to her.

She tentatively touched it, then gradually wrapped her
fingers around the hot hard cock of her friend gliding
back and forth over her clit, and now also through her
little fist.

She was startled by its hardness, how hot it was, how
slippery wet it was, how it so easily slid through her
loose fingers wrapped half around it, how thick it was
as she moved her hand along its length, the warm-hot
wetness on her belly, on her hands making her even
hotter as she pulled on it, jacking her friends cock,
how heavy it was; she remembered gushing right then, as
it fucked up through her hand and onto her belly, how
her pussy creamed, how she wanted it, inside her.

Letting Bo fuck his cock through her fingers, Lucy began
to realize not only how thick it was, but how long, and
she was startled, amazed really, perversely excited; in
two years she hadn’t even thought about, much less
fathomed her Bo would have a cock, much less one like
this!

Sure, she’d seen the pink little tip sticking out of his
sheath before, who hadn’t, but now, now it was fully
out, and it was huge. It was thicker, and wider at the
center than her mother’s vibrator, the one she’d sneaked
out of her mother’s bedside table, that she’d taken back
to her room and began experimenting with, that she’d
taken her own virginity with, and she felt the same
incredible sense of inexplicable excitement.

While she’d been masturbating regularly she’d still
never felt anything this exciting before, and it was
literally happening in a matter of moments. She
remembered her licking and sucking the vibrator
pretending it was a boy’s cock, her father’s cock, and
that now, she could try, for real, with her Bo.

She was still just waking up. It was happening so fast.
She was overwhelmed with the feelings of an
extraordinary eroticism. The extremely sensual
sensations, she explained, became so erotically charged,
so quickly, they just sort of took her over, she didn’t
know how else to describe it, to explain it. She said
that, if it had happened later in the day, it wouldn’t
have happened at all, a sort of perfect storm of each of
the extenuating circumstances.

Lucy and I had been lovers for three years when she told
me her story, and it was the first I’d heard of it. She
needed to know I wouldn’t judge her, and she said she
did tell me, because really it had happened so long ago,
and she was so young, what was there to judge. In
retrospect, I can say, I agree. We had looked at such a
diversity of porn together, and something I said, she
couldn’t remember what exactly, while I was cumming,
made her think I’d be okay with her story, that I
wouldn’t judge her, that it might even turn me on.

Again, she kept saying, this was all happening so
quickly.

She said she remembered how she was breathing hard,
making little high pitched chirps, soft little mewling
sounds as Bo’s cock touched just the right places, the
sensation of her bare skin rubbing his solid furry body.

She heard herself, moan, “Oooh, Bo!” her arms around
him, holding him like a lover between her spread legs,
their curves and limbs forming to one another, she and
Bo both squirming, rubbing, grinding into each other’s
groins.

Bo’s hard cock, sliding wetly over her pink wet swollen
little pussy made her moan out loud, “Nnnn, Bo!” and she
remembered Bo’s pre-cum wetting her hand, her belly, as
he drew back further and further, his eight inch doggy-
cock sliding through her fist.

She remembered directing it to slide directly over her
mons, to slide through her slit. She remembered the
tapered head pushing into her, the fleeting thought of
sliding it inside her like she had the vibrator, just to
feel what it was like, a real cock, hot and warm and
pulsing, urged on by instincts she didn’t understand.

Lucy’s body naturally responded, dripping hot wet,
creamy, slippery, swollen, and open, and she raised her
knees in effort to slide Bo’s thickness directly across
her entire little cunt, through the folds of her pussy.

Pressing it against her, against her clit, her belly,
her bottom as Lucy began to really moan now, her little
cunny vibrating and humming, her moans exciting Bo even
more too, she remembered wanting it inside her, almost
needing it inside her.

She let go of Bo’s cock, moving her hands back to his
haunches, trying to pull more of him to her, to slide
him over and through her now out of control little cunt,
open and hot and swollen with excitement, rubbing
against her, her belly, her breasts and nipples against
his fur, as she humped, undulated, rolled her little
hips up at his cock sliding, pressing through her sex as
she moaned, and mewled, “Nnn, mmmm, Bo, ohhhhhuhh,
nnnnn!”

The tapered head of his huge swollen doggy-cock sliding
back and forth across her pussy, then bumping headlong
against her, and as he humped at the little girl’s pink
wet swollen and open cunt, it wasn’t at all a surprise
that when the tip touched her hole, when it pressed
apart her creamy flowery folds, began sliding into her,
Lucy moaned. That when it pushed that first bit in, Lucy
groaned, and opened, her little pussy relaxing all on
its own.

When Bo’s instinct took over, that his cock would
effortlessly with each stroke, prompted, encouraged by
Lucy’s guttural sounds, open her, and slide inside his
friend more and deeper, or that Lucy in the throes of
her mind numbing excitement let it slip into her, let it
spread her hungry little pussy open, his thick cock so
hot and wet and throbbing hard gliding perversely inside
her.

Little surprise, that in a few long sweeping strokes,
once he’d started in, he easily slid in, and Bo pushed
all eight inches of his bloated slippery wet doggy-cock
inside Lucy’s sparsely covered pussy, fucking it into
her warm-hot belly, sliding barely in and out, so
deliciously full, so deep inside her hot little cunt, a
long series of mewling moans coming from her, so much
better than her mother’s toy, hot and hard and wet, her
moans she said were as if coming from somewhere, someone
else, and she was loving it.

Filling her, fucking her, Bo panted and whined, his huge
bloated cock so tight in the hot wet glove of his little
Lucy, his little girl, as Lucy moaned a staccato mewling
“Ooooh, ohhhh, ohhh,” with each thrust, hissed, “Nnnn,
yessss,” as her soft little cunny stretched and pulsed
and throbbed. “Oohhh, Bo, yessss!” each thrust becoming
harder and deeper, her little cunny sucking and
squeezing on Bo’s huge cock as she squeezed his furry
body between her thighs, as she let her Bo fuck her,
mewling, moaning, “Nnnnn, nnnuhh, ohh, Bo, nnn, oh
dog!” as he fucked her. “Oohhh, Bo, nnnn, yes, oh Bo,
mmmm, dog, yes, fuck meee, ohhhh!” His thrusts so
deep, so regular, so fast she just cried out, “YES! Fuck
me! Fuck my little pussy! Ohhhh, such a huge doggy-cock,
ohhh, Bo, dog, nnn, fuck me!”

The hotter Lucy became, the naughtier her language made
her feel, the harder she pulled his pelvis against hers,
hugged his furry body to her, fucked back at her Bo, the
more she let herself feel everything, feel naughty, feel
depraved.

“Nnn, yes, mmmm, fuck me, fuck me, Bo, fuck me with that
huge doggy-cock. Ohhh, god, mmm, yess, nnn, ohhh Bo,
dog, fuck me, Bo. Ohhh, Bo, so big, in me, my big
dog, mmmm, yes, so, hot, in my, little pussy.”

She hadn’t even been awake five minutes she remembered
thinking, not even awake yet, and here she was being
fucked by her best friend, Bo.

She was cumming again, and again, her Bo, fucking her,
deep and hard, his huge long thick swollen meaty cock
buried inside her, so thick and hot and throbbing hard.

She was nearly delirious, she said. Her little pussy
pulsed and throbbed and involuntarily thrust up at him,
milking him, squeezing him inside her, as she came in
wave after wave, spread open by Bo’s thick cock.

Only several minutes had passed, and for Lucy it seemed
like hours. Bo suddenly began trying to get up, and as
he pulled out, Lucy laid back in the couch, happily,
freshly fucked.

When she saw Bo’s cock hanging down between his legs,
her eyes widened; she could hardly believe that thing
had been inside her.

She surprised herself, the humming swell of words coming
from deep inside her, “Mmm, Bo, dog, oh my god, I
can’t believe,” in an excited, newfound sense of
buzzing, hungry, dirty lust for her naughty, sexy dog
and his huge cock, her still humming, fucked little
pussy.

She remembers being struck by the naughtiest thought,
her body tingling hot, it was so wrong.

“I think you’re going to have to sleep in my room
tonight, my big dog” she intoned disbelieving this had
even happened, uncertain how to think and feel about it,
just knowing that it was the most mind blowing thing
she’d ever experienced, and that she had to have more.

She heard her mother’s car pull in the driveway, and
realized Bo heard the car before she did, that he’d been
interrupted, and a good thing. She’s not sure she would
have heard the car she was so hot and moaning so loudly
– *just think if her mother had walked in, and we
laughed.*

She quickly ran to her room thinking, “Oh my god. I
can’t believe this,” she whispered, sort of disgusted by
what had happened, but also still feeling the humming
thrill of having been fucked for the first time and all
just as her mother came in the back door.

I have to say, I surprised myself that at this point; I
was raging hard. Lucy was dripping wet, my fingers
sliding in and out of her. We’d tentatively reached out
to touch each other as she recounted the event, then
more openly began touching, kissing, hugging each other,
aroused.

Squeezing my rigid hard cock in her hand, Lucy asked if
I wanted her to go on? “I think I do” I answered,
looking deeply into my lover’s eyes, her hand sliding up
and down my cock, my fingers sliding in and out of her
hot soft wet little pussy.

Later that day her mother called her downstairs. Bo was
watching her mother intently, sitting down, and then
standing, and then sitting again as her mother prepared
dinner, thinking forty times over he might get a treat.

He immediately jumped up as Lucy got to the bottom of
the stairs. They looked at each other. Lucy looked away.
She feared her mother would know. She was mad at
herself, and mad at Bo.

“Why don’t you take Bo for a walk, baby, he looks so
excited, like he needs to get outside for a while? We’ll
eat in a little while.”

Bo was all over Lucy, more so than usual. Lucy held him
back by his head as he kept trying to push his snout
between her legs, and she turned so her mother couldn’t
see her suddenly grinning.

“Okay, Mom. Come on, Bo, let’s go for a walk.” Bo
pranced through the kitchen to the back door and waited
excitedly. “Be back in a bit, Mom” Lucy called, snapping
Bo’s leash onto his collar, half being pulled out the
door.

Lucy had on a short skirt and Bo kept bumping against
her creamy soft legs making her little pussy quiver and
become slippery wet again. As much as she didn’t want to
admit it, as angry as she was, as disgusted as she was,
she was already wet remembering the feeling of Bo’s fur
on her bare legs, his huge cock buried deep in her hot
wet aching little pussy.

She’d been this way all day, every time she thought
about what she and Bo had done together. The last thing
she wanted to admit was, she couldn’t wait until it was
time for bed, with Bo in her room, all alone. The mere
thought made her entire body hum with an excitement that
thrilled her. Here, all this time, they’d made Bo sleep
out in the back hall, when all along she could have had
him in her room. The thought made Lucy giddy.

Bo kept turning and looking up at her smiling and
prancing as they walked out into the field, the soft
glow of the low slung sun out over the ocean, the pink
and orange hues of color glistening on the grass, the
deep blue sky quiet now, too.

“Look at you all pleased with yourself” she half
scolded, half teased, herself giddy with the same
excitement, that they both knew they were off to play
together again, Bo parting the tall grasses as they
passed out and down toward the ravine and the cropping
of huge sprawling cottonwood trees where Lucy liked to
go to have alone time.

As they walked Bo smelled at her crotch, trying to push
his nose up under her skirt. At first she was angry at
him. How could he not feel as guilty, as wrong about it
as she did? It wasn’t fair but then she told herself,
he’s just a dog, he doesn’t understand.

She finally decided it was better to teach him right and
wrong, than to be angry at him for doing something she
had as much a part in as he did.

“Wait, Bo, wait until we get to the tress, so no one can
see, big dog. I’ll let you smell me, just wait.” A
soon as she said it, she knew she was kidding herself.
She wasn’t going to teach him right from wrong. She knew
it was wrong, and she knew she wanted more.

By the time they were under the branches of the big
cottonwood trees Lucy was already dripping wet
anticipating letting Bo smell her. She wondered if her
smell would make him hard, and it excited her again, to
think she made him hard.

No sooner had she unclasped the leash from his collar,
Bo licked Lucy’s thighs, pushing his nose up under her
skirt.

She had no idea about being licked like this, it never
even occurred to her even as his nose bumped her right
on her little pussy, or, as his tongue slid up between
her legs, to where her thighs pressed together and
lifted Lucy onto her toes with a shriek of excitement,
pressing her back up against one of the big trees.

Lucy was already so hot, so wet, her knees almost
buckled when she parted her legs and Bo swiped his long
hot tongue over her already wet, tiny, little panties
covering her tingling hot little pussy, all the way from
her bottom and curling up to touch her clit, again, and
again.

His tongue was so wide, it touched all of her as if at
once, and Lucy’s knees buckled as she nearly fainted it
felt so good.

“Ohhhh, Bo ooooh, dogyyy, oooohhhh, god, nnnn, Bo,
nnnnnnuuuhhhh, dog!!” Lucy squealed, moaning out loud
as she leaned her upper back against the tree, pushing
her pelvis out, wrapping her hands around the tree trunk
above her head to steady herself, her body arched out
toward Bo’s amazing tongue, her legs spread, her shiny
satin panties so thin they were soaking wet, pushed up
inside her, her inner legs completely open to Bo’s hot
tongue.

“Ohhh, dogyyy, ohhhh!!” Lucy exalted, the amazingly
wonderful sensations Bo’s tongue caused, licking her,
her panties, sliding over her pussy, her inner thighs,
the tops of her legs rippling with delightful
sensitivity.

She said she reached down with one hand, and almost
frantically pulled her panties to one side, nearly
fainted as Bo pressed his nose to her mons and lapped
his tongue again, and again, through her creamy wet
slit, pushing inside her, hungry for her cream, her
knees slightly bent as she gyrated her hips round and
round, rocking into Bo’s licks.

“Nnnnuhhhh, Bo, nnnn, lick me, Bo, nnn, dog, nnn,
yesss, feels, so, good,” she half whispered half cried,
pushing her pussy to Bo’s tongue, images of herself and
Bo on her bed with Bo licking her in the dark of her
bedroom made Lucy cream like she’d never felt before.

Bo was ravenous for her pussy. Lucy pushed his snout
away, and Bo whined. “Wait dog, let me, let me take my
panties off, Bo.”

She was panting so hard she could barely talk. This was
so naughty. She wanted him to lick all of her. Again she
felt overwhelmed that she couldn’t stop herself, that
her body took over.

Unsteady she quickly pushed her panties down, her pubis
open to the air, humming, she stepped over to a low
slung branch she could lean on, and with both hands on
it behind her, she leaned her belly out again, pushing
her cunny out to Bo, her legs open for him.

Bo didn’t have to be told to start again, and Lucy was
just overcome, Bo licking her bare pussy, her legs
spread, naked to the world.

He licked her juices from her inner thighs, moving up to
her pink sex, her vulva, her inner hips, everywhere, his
tongue lapping, licking so gently, so sweetly, making
Lucy flutter with excitement. When he reached his tongue
inside her, lapping deeper for the tangy taste of Lucy’s
cum, Lucy exploded.

“Ohhh, Bo, mmmm, nnnuuuhhhh, dog, ughhhh, ohhh, dog,
yes, lick me.”

Lucy could never have imagined how good it felt, Bo’s
tongue lapping at her pussy.

Wanting more, Lucy pulled her skirt up, her bare little
belly, her smooth little pussy exposed to Bo’s tongue a
never ending series of licks, over her mound, her
thighs, her soft pink wet slit as Lucy shook and
wiggled, wave after wave rushing through her, her knees
buckling over and over, writhing on Bo’s wide long hot
tongue.

She couldn’t even hold herself up anymore, she said. She
steadied herself on the branch, and turned around
thinking Bo would stop, give her a chance to catch her
breath.

With her little Bottom pushed out, Bo began licking her
juices running down the backs and inside of her legs,
her bottom, her little hole, and right back between her
legs, wriggling his tongue right up inside her pussy.

“Ohhh god, Bo!” Lucy moaned as his tongue swiped up
between her legs, curled over her mons, “STOP BO! Bo, oh
god, nnn, Bo!” she groaned and purred and pleaded, his
tongue filling the entire groove of her sopping wet
pussy, her knees together, her bare naked pussy, and
d**g back over her swollen clit. “Nnnnn, ohhhhhh,
Booooh, dogyyyyy, yesss, lick me, nnnnn, ohhhhhuuuuhh,
Bo!”

Lucy was beside herself, her legs a tangle as she swayed
and rolled to his licks, literally laying over the
branch unable to even stand, her little bottom pushed
up, her legs open, her cunny open to her friend’s
insatiable tongue.

It took a moment for Lucy to come to her senses when Bo
stopped, as he stepped back, looking up at Lucy
anxiously, whining.

Lucy, at first in a sort of shock wondering if someone
was coming, so overcome though she moved slowly, looking
around.

Not seeing anyone, she looked back at Bo, her eyes wide
seeing the pink tip of his cock sticking out again. She
knew what he wanted. She wanted to touch it, she wanted
to see it again. She wanted to touch it, to rub him, she
really wanted to she emphasized again.

As she leaned down, reaching her hand out to touch him,
she heard the faint call of her mother’s voice come down
the ravine, calling out from the house, “Lucy, time to
help with dinner, baby, Daddy will be home soon.” She
hesitated, then disappointed, Lucy straightened herself
up, and looked at Bo with a frown and then a conspiring
smile, “Oh Bo, what fun we’re going to have tonight. I
can’t wait big dog. We’ll have all night to play.”

Lucy had to push Bo away the whole way back to the
house. She’d tucked her panties into her shirt pocket,
still naked under her skirt, and several times Bo tried
to jump on her, making her all the more excited for
bedtime.

By now Lucy was jacking my cock with both hands,
looking me in my eyes with a look I’d never seen on her
face before. She was so horny, almost frantic, so
aroused, but more I think, and as I told her later,
because I wasn’t judging her, she felt as naughty
recounting the story for the first time to anyone as she
did experiencing it all when she was a young girl.

“Want me to go on?” she teased.

“Oh baby” I leaned to her, pushing my tongue into her
mouth, greeted by her tongue swirling around mine, her
jacking my cock.

That night Lucy went upstairs and waited for her parents
light to go out.

She kept looking over at Bo as she tried to decide
whether, or not to wear her nightie, or even panties,
silly distinctions she remembered realizing, her little
pussy already hot and slippery creamy wet, that warm
buttery feeling in her tummy.

She knew how wrong this was, how perverse it was, to
want to have sex with her friend, her Bo. Her breasts
ached. Her nipples tingled. She caught a glimpse between
Bo’s legs. His cock was already hard and protruding
several of his many inches from his sheath. Lucy felt a
thrilling buzz throughout her body. He wanted her too.
He knew why she’d brought him to her room tonight. He’d
been so well behaved, it was like he knew to keep it all
a secret too.

“You’re excited, too, aren’t you, Bo?” she whispered
across the dark of the room as she tucked in an extra
summer blanket she’d thrown over the bed, and one over
the floor; she knew how messy they were going to get.
Her whole body tingling with excitement, she stepped
around the bed and Bo got up. She opened her robe, her
bare soft skin open to the room, her nipples standing
erect, her young breasts already swollen firm.

She wanted Bo to lick her again, to just start. She
leaned against the end of her bed, her hands gripping
the rolled bar of the wooden bed frame, the bedpost
standing straight up on either side of her, and not
saying anything, willed Bo to come lick her dripping wet
little cunny,

Buzzing shots of electric excitement shooting up through
her, without fail Bo approached her and began licking
her, his tongue, his hot wet tongue performing the same
magic it had earlier, shooting up between her legs,
lapping at her swollen little cunt, the intoxicating
aroma of her sweet little pussy, her cream, driving him
on, and on.

Lucy could barely stand as she writhed and twisted, her
knees bent, rocking her little hips into his licks,
rubbing her hands all over her breasts, kneading them,
pulling on her nipples when through the cloud of her own
pleasure she decided she wanted to see what it was like
to suck a cock, a real cock, not just pretending like
she did with her mother’s vibrator, but with a real,
hard, hot throbbing cock.

She moaned as Bo licked her, as she pictured his cock in
her hands, in her mouth, sucking on it. Bo’s huge cock
in her mouth.

Her knees buckling under Bo’s insistent tongue, she
kneeled to the floor, Bo lowering his head with her,
still lapping at her dripping wet little pussy, her
breasts and nipples on fire. She rubbed her hands down
along his sides, reached under him, along his belly,
feeling for his cock, Bo’s huge doggie-cock she kept
saying over and over in her thoughts, the words, doggie-
cock turning her on more and more.

Her fingers touched it. Hard and hot and throbbing, she
gingerly, tenderly wrapped her fingers around its
middle, and lightly squeezed it, her breath gushing out
in sheer sexual excitement remembering that morning,
Bo’s thick hot swollen dog-cock fucking up inside her,
her friends cock in her little hand as he continued to
lap at her hot little cunt, her shiny wet mons, his
tongue snaking up inside her.

Lucy laid down on her side on the small throw rug there
at the end of her bed, turned so Bo could keep licking
her, her mewls and moans so softly emanating from deep
inside her, trying to be quiet, her right knee up so Bo
could lick her, looking up under his belly, her
nightlight casting a soft dim glow around the room.

She was mesmerized by the sight of his swollen, thick
hard red cock, all eight inches of this thick throbbing
slippery hot doggie-cock filling her little hand, her
friend’s cock, her Bo’s cock. Lucy gripped it in her
right hand, leaning on her other elbow, and began
jacking it, sliding her hand up and down its length,
pulling on it, making it harder, and harder still, Bo
humping his hips into her hand, licking her hot dripping
wet little cunny.

Lucy noticed how hard she was breathing, how excited she
was, her constant moaning, twisting, her belly humming
and jumping to his licks, how good his tongue felt,
licking her belly, her mound, the insides of her thighs,
straining at this angle to lick into her creamy
throbbing little cunt.

Lucy leaned forward, and licked Bo’s cock, tasted him,
his cock hot and throbbing in her hand. She wrapped her
fist around it, pointing his long hard cock right at her
mouth, and hungrily wrapped her lips around it.

She said she remembered moaning out loud on it, her
pussy aching and dripping wet in reaction, the feel of a
cock in her mouth, the thick bloated throbbing warmth of
a real cock in her mouth, the thought of a hard pulsing
cock in her mouth igniting something so passionate, so
heated, so erotic she began sucking on it, sucking it
deeper into her mouth, moaning loudly as Bo licked her
more, and more feeling her sucking his cock.

She said she remembered wrapping her fist around the
thick bloated middle of Bo’s erection, feeding it into
her hot sucking mouth, her mouth sliding over it and
touching her fingers, sucking it, loving the taste of
it, swallowing his cream, sucking, his cream dribbling
from her mouth, Bo licking her, then 69’ing, his long
hot wet tongue curling up inside her, licking her creamy
hot little cunny as she sucked him, using her tongue,
her lips, mouthing him, sucking him, her lover, his huge
eight inch cock filling her mouth, her hand, Bo bucking
his hips into her hot sucking little mouth, taking as
much of him as she could down her throat, rocking her
pelvis up at Bo’s long hot slithering tongue, lapping at
her, licking her as she came, and came, groaning,
moaning, writhing under Bo’s long hot tongue, sucking
Bo’s thick wet cock, wanting that huge thing back inside
her hot aching little pussy.

Rolling over, pushing her bottom up for her Bo, Bo’s
paws wrapping tightly around her hips, him thrusting at
her, her guiding him to her hot soft little cunt, his
huge cock stretching her open, pushing up inside her,
letting him fuck her, her whispering, “Nnnn, ohhhh Bo,
good boy” Lucy let herself go, let herself feel Bo’s
thick hot doggie-cock fuck deep up inside her tight
little pussy, filling her little belly.

Lucy arched her back, pushed her bottom high into the
air, her breasts pressed into the carpet, Bo’s paws
wrapped around her little hips pulling her to him, his
cock buried inside his little girl.