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"Whew!" said Tracy. "Are we ready to get some drinks before the next story, or is it too early?"
"Let's wait," said Sandy. "I don't want to be schnockered when Cherry and Bart get here."
"Good point," said Karen. "Who's next on the story?" Popper tried to make his usual rounds, but Sandy held him in this time.
"I guess I'll go," said Tracy. "My story was when I was in eighth grade. I hadn't started my period yet, and I didn't have much in the way of curves, but my body was starting to change, and I knew it. I was finding myself starting to walk differently, and I was noticing certain smells a lot more, and the feel of things on my skin would set off all kinds of sensations I'd never had before.
"Mostly, though, I felt horny. I wasn't so much horny in an adult sense of 'I want to be fucked,' nor even in the sense of wanting to be in love. My pussy just wanted attention, all the time. It was all I could do to keep my hands away from it, and sometimes, I'd catch myself stroking it without realizing it. I managed to keep that from happening in school, but I came close to doing it, anyway.
"Even if I didn't touch her at all, she would have these spells, I guess you would call them, and just get really juicy. Sometime, she would put out so much moisture that my panties would get soaked, and really uncomfortable. My lips hadn't developed much down there, but they would still ache, and get really puffy, and I knew, when they would do that, that I would soon have really uncomfortable panties. So, I developed a solution. When I felt that hard aching in my crotch, I'd go to the bathroom and take off my panties. Then, I could sit with my knees apart, under my skirt, and discreetly wait until the aching would pass.
"Thanksgiving of my eighth grade year, I was at a family gathering, with kids, dogs, and grown-ups running every which way. I was wearing a heavy calf-length skirt for the occasion, that being what my mother thought I should wear at that age, so I was sitting with my girl cousins before the meal, chatting about something or other, when I felt it start to rise. I wasn't thinking about anyone or anything, and I had no idea what was causing it, but I knew I was soon going to have wet panties, if I didn't get them off, right away.
"I excused myself, and found a bathroom, and got them off and hidden in my purse, then came back just as we sat down to the meal.
"The meal was nice, and I was thankful, for once, because I could spread my knees wide under the table, with my skirt pulled up onto my thighs, and let my dripping pussy air out, and no one could see. I was still so distracted by how much she was aching, that I couldn't hold a conversation, but if I focused on my food, I figured I should be able to muddle through the meal.
"I was only a few minutes into my turkey when it happened. Something huge, and hot, and wet, ran up the outside of my tortured pussy. I gave a start and a squeak, and pretended to cough, and reached for my water glass. I didn't quite get there when the second lick hit me. Someone, or something, was licking my pussy under the table. I then almost knocked my glass over, when the licking continued. To my horror, though, I could HEAR faint licking sounds, and thought that others might, too, if they continued.
"I did the only thing I could think of, under the occasion. I reached under the table, and flipped my skirt down over my benefactor. It felt so good, I didn't even think about closing my knees and pushing whoever it was away. The heavy skirt muffled the sound enough that I couldn't hear it any more, but that didn't solve my problems. The hot tongue was accompanied by equally hot breath on my clit, and the sensations reverberating through my body were so strong, that I had all I could do, to avoid crying out at the table.
"As the licking continued, my feelings continued to intensify, and I hooked my feet around my front chair legs, just to keep from flailing my legs around.
"I had no interest in food. People passed dishes to me, and I passed them on, and pretended not to hear anything said to me. I could not have talked without screaming in any case.
"The tongue was relentless, and as my little pussy got more and more inflamed, that tongue actually started pushing in between my lips, and going inSIDE me. I'm sure my eyes bulged out, and I didn't know what to do. Anything to draw ANY attention to myself, and I would be embarrassed in a way that I could NEVER live down.
"I realized that I had to stop this, somehow, but I couldn't just reach my hand down there. I tried to move whatever it was with my knees, but I couldn't budge it. I tried squeezing it with my knees, but it just ignored that, and kept on licking, and licking. Any moment now, I was going to scream aloud for the pleasure of it, no matter what it cost me.
"In my torment, an equal mixture of ecstacy, embarrassment, and desire, every muscle in my body as taught as a bowstring, I looked up, to see one of my older cousins looking at me. As our eyes met, Beth hastily got up, and walked quickly in the direction of the kitchen.
"A moment later, I heard the sound of the electric can opener in the kitchen. I didn't actually know what the sound was, but it was accompanied by half a dozen loud barks, and a flurry of feet thudding in the direction of the kitchen. Most important, the tongue instantly left at the sound, and another set of feet went thudding away.
"I sat there, totally drained, unable to eat another bite. I made an excuse to get up and lie down as soon as possible, and I think I slept for hours -- but I made sure the door was securely closed before I did.
"When I woke, Beth was lying in bed with me. She was clothed, as I was, but her arm was curled around me protectively, and she was asleep. I was spooned up against her. She was asleep, but she woke when I did.
"'Are you okay?' she said.
"I wasn't sure what she guessed. 'What do you mean?' I asked, as innocently as I could.
"'I used to sit in that chair,' she said, 'and Frodo used to do to me what he just did to you.'
"'Frodo?'
"'The Weimaraner.'
"'Oh.'
"'The first time he did that when others were present, I almost had a nervous breakdown, because I couldn't let myself come, but I couldn't KEEP myself from coming.'
"'What did you do?'
"'Just what you did. I totally stuffed my own orgasm, and, just like you, I almost had a nervous breakdown. It actually took me months to get over it.'
"I turned back to her, and said, 'how did you get over it?'
"She said, 'a friend helped me have a real orgasm, and then I forgot all about it.'
"Then she brought her hand up inside my skirt, where she already knew I had no underwear, and began to stroke my vagina. It was her hand, but it was as soft as the tongue had been, and far more skillful. She just went along the outside, and then along my inner labia, but it was only a few minutes before I was coming against her hand, bucking hard, while she kissed me. I couldn't make noise, but she was right, it was the release I needed, to keep me from going crazy.
"After I had come down, she just kissed me one more time, then rolled me back over, spooned up to me again, and snuggled against me to sleep. It only seemed a moment later that we were both waking up, and it was evening. Beth got up first, kissed my forehead, and left.
"Beth never did that with me again, and the few times I tried to talk to her about it, she acted like it never happened. She saved my sanity that day, though, twice, and I'll NEVER forget that."
As Tracy finished, Sylvia realized how thick the air was getting with their scents. No longer making any pretense of prudence, they were all four stroking themselves. Tracy, sitting across from Sandy, had her legs tucked to the sides, and her knees wide apart. Sylvia could see how open and wet her lips were.
"Oh, fuck it," Tracy said, and snapped her fingers in front of where she'd been stroking.
That was all the invitation Popper needed, and he came right across, and started licking, his whole body quivering. His boner was already sticking well out.
Sylvia hadn't seen what this looked like, as she had been blind-folded before. Popper licked the outer parts thoroughly, then the inner parts thoroughly, while Tracy pinched her nipples and breathed hard, occasionally gasping an "oh!"
It was evident Popper was going to keep going, as long as there were juices to lick. She could see his tongue going farther and farther into Tracy, and Tracy was already winding up towards an orgasm.
Then Popper just jammed his little snout in, to get the parts he couldn't reach, and that took Tracy over the edge. The bucking of her hips threw Popper's front quarters up in the air, but like a cowboy on a bronco, he just flexed and hung on.
As she started to slow down, and stopped bucking, Sandy placed a small rolled towel in front of Tracy's butt, and a small furry thing, about the size of a guinea pig, on top of her mons. Popper seemed to take that as the cue for the next part, and jumped up onto the towel, grabbed the furry thing, and started banging into Tracy. In about a second, he was banging into her about three TIMES per second.
Tracy had not quite finished coming when he started this, and the merciless hammering on her g- spot, when she was already in vaginal orgasm, affected her much as it had Sylvia, the night before. She fell back on the bed, screaming in ecstatic cries, flipping her legs around and raising her knees.
Sandy was still there, her face just above Popper, her hands on the little towel. She raised it up as Tracy fell back, or Popper would not have been able to stay in her. Popper growled a bit at the change, but just kept humping away, holding onto the furry thing with his paws.
Sylvia wondered why Sandy had her head down there, but it became apparent a moment later, as Tracy clamped her thighs together hard, slamming Sandy's head between them. Little Popper would have been crushed. They could all see Popper, still humping frantically away, below Sandy's trapped head, and above Tracy's bucking hips.
Sandy was obviously all the way there, but Popper had his own pace, and kept it up for another thirty seconds or so, before he had gotten all the way in and inflated. Then he growled, and stopped moving, as Tracy began flopping in a rhythm that had to be reflecting his coming.
Sylvia wondered that she hadn't heard any growls the night before, and realized she might have been a tiny bit too distracted to notice anything else. Seeing Tracy, she could understand, now, just what Popper had done to her. Yes, she thought, we DEFINITELY need to get ourselves one of those.
Unless they could snag someone like Bart, of course.
It didn't take Popper long, and when he was done, he let go of the furry thing, and turned around, his dick still buried in a limp Tracy. Sandy just took hold of him, and gently pulled him out. Tracy flopped her limbs as she did, then continued to lie there. What she pulled out of him looked about four inches long, and a not unreasonable diameter. It wasn't big, but given Popper's size, it was well-nigh incredible.
Sylvia was amazed that Sandy could just pull him out like that. "I thought dogs couldn't just be pulled out like that," she said.
Sandy laughed. "If they are much bigger, they can't be, and when the knot is in you, like his was, you could potentially be stuck for forty-five minutes, or even more. You can usually pull him out, though, unless it's a really huge dog."
Sylvia just watched Popper licking himself clean, as he shrank back down. She wondered how Sandy knew all this.
Sylvia went over to Tracy, and saw her eyes were open, and she was smiling. Sylvia kissed her, tenderly, and said, "not bad, huh?"
"I thought," Tracy said weakly, "that I should give him a test drive, if we're going to be getting one of those for ourselves. I thought, maybe, that you were overdoing your reaction last night, or it was from being blind-folded." She started laughing, and a couple of tears leaked out, and she gasped. "That little fucker--" and then stopped, realizing what she was saying, and suddenly all four of them were laughing hysterically, while Popper growled in disapproval.
Tracy rolled herself off the bed, shakily, and said, "I need a shower. How about some lunch?" They could see sunshine out the window. It was clearing up.
Sylvia joined Tracy in the shower, and helped her get cleaned up, as Sandy took Popper outside, and Karen called down for some sandwiches. When Sandy brought Popper back in, and took the leash off him, Sylvia and Tracy stepped out of the bathroom, still toweling off, and Sylvia said, "why do you always have him on a leash? He's very well trained."
"He is, isn't he? You should know, if you want to get one like him, that you do have to train him VERY carefully to do those things. You also have to keep him away from bitches his whole life."
"Ah."
"Right. Not only might he catch a disease if he did, and pass it on to you, but because he's never gotten his rocks off with anything but a human woman, he has adjusted his instincts to us, which is why the smell of our pussies turns him on. If he EVER got into a bitch, his instincts would realign to that, forever. He'd still be willing to do us, but he wouldn't be as motivated.
"With a big dog, you also have to train him NOT to jump on women. Once his instincts get realigned to human women, he starts realizing we are ALL in heat, all the time, and he'll want to hump every woman he ever meets. With a tiny guy like Popper, he's easier to control. I just don't let him get within jumping distance of anyone, until they are ready for him."
Sylvia was absorbing all this, when there was a knock at the door. "There's Cherry with the food," she said.
"I have to put Popper away," said Sandy, scooping him up, and scurrying for her purse. Dogs were not allowed in the cabins. Sylvia didn't think anything of how she was dressed, though, when Karen opened the door for Cherry, admitting a flood of sunlight, and a cart wheeling in. Sylvia flung her head down at the bright light, and re-wrapped her wet hair in her towel, before standing back up to greet Cherry.
"Hey, babe." It wasn't Cherry. Nor was it Bart. It was a leering college boy, standing all of two feet from her completely naked body, staring down at her sunlit body. The door was standing open behind him.
In a total "oh, shit!" moment, Sylvia realized that she had become so relaxed, she had not even thought about covering herself up. She had assumed it would be Cherry or Bart, and was actually pleased with the idea of showing herself to either of them.
This guy, though, was the epitome of the crude jerks she had known in high school. She had spread her legs for about twenty guys like this creep, and not one of them had cared enough about her feelings even to TRY to get her off. No matter what they said or did, she knew every employee on the place would hear about this room before the day was over.
His leer shifted to the left, and she realized that Tracy had been caught the same way. Tracy, however, was starting to cover herself up with the towel, so he looked back at Sylvia, and started to reach out his hand for her hip. Maybe he was going to pull her to him to kiss her, but she never found out.
Seeing Tracy covering herself gave Sylvia an inspiration. She filled her lungs, and screamed, as high and loud and long as she could, covering her breasts and groin with her arms.
It actually took him a second to get the picture, before his grin faded, then morphed to fear, and then he was running out the door. Karen closed the door, trying not to laugh out loud until it was all the way shut.
Then all of them were in tears, they were laughing so hard. "Sylvie, that was pure genius," gasped Tracy. "I just figured it would be Cherry again."
"I think we all did," said Karen. "Guys, I'm so SORRY, I should have looked before opening the door. But his face when you screamed! Oh, my god, that was worth it."
"I just thought I was looking at one of the old jerks from high school," said Sylvia. She hadn't, initially, thought it was all that funny, but the more she thought about it, the funnier it seemed to her.
"Do you think he'll still tell his friends about this?" said Sylvia.
"Oh, yeah" came a chorus of three.
"I just hope it doesn't make it harder for Cherry and Bart to come by," said Sandy.
After lunch, they talked about what to do next. They were toying with the idea of exploring the area, now that the rain had stopped, when it started raining again.
"You know," said Karen, "I can't stop thinking about Ronnie."
"Who?"
"Oh, sorry. He was the asshole who did the same thing to me, that Chuck did to Sylvie. I'd like to look him up, and cut off his equipment. I'd like to do it for both of them."
"Now THERE's a fantasy!" said Tracy. "I remember what a jerk Chuck was. I'll bet he still is, too."
"Something happened to him, just before his graduation," Sylvia said. "He fell from popularity in a big way. I think he was working at a car wash, last I heard."
"Yeah, I remember that," said Tracy, "but I'd still like to look him up, and mess him up for life, just for what he did to you."
Through the rest of the meal, they were abusing creeps of various kinds, talking about what they'd like to do with them.
They decided they'd like to explore the grounds, as there were a lot of interesting things to do at the park. As they rolled the cart out to the porch, though, they saw that the rain had returned. The brief interlude of sunlight was probably the last they were going to see all day.
They went back in, and fixed the first round of drinks for the day, dressing for the next story round. Sandy was the one with the biggest lingerie collection, so Sylvia asked if she could borrow something that wasn't dependent on height. Sandy found her a short babydoll, that was only supposed to go down to the waist. Without Sandy's balcony to hold it out, and with a much shorter waist, it came down to ALMOST cover her crotch when she was standing up. It was a pale blue, setting off Sandy's eyes and blonde hair, but the color looked great against Sylvia's dark hair, too.
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