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Carnal Knowledge
by Alexis Covington (gdeon00_92@hotmail.com)
***
Coming of age story between two girls and a running
through school involving a dog. (gg, ped, 1st-lesbian-
expr, beast)
***
It's surprising how many of the stories and the rumors
you hear as a child growing up come back with a
surprising clarity. These are a few things I heard
growing up with kids roughly about the same at the time
and remembering the thoughts that had leapt to mind
upon hearing the tales. ;-)
This is, of course, fiction. While the author is very
aware that children do (at various ages) become
sexually active with each other in youth, in life it's
never a good practice to act on these fictional words.
Like the rest of the authors here, I condone any action
that is unlawful. These stories are meant as a means of
expressing eroticism and sexual acts in a fictional
settling. They should not be treated as anything but,
no matter how real or controversial the subject matter
is. Just because we write it does not mean we are
advocates for it.
Where any particular erotic story comes from, whether
based on actual events or from the overactive
imagination, it is fiction.
*****
CARNAL KNOWLEDGE (gg, 1st, best, cons, preteen)
- by Alexis Covington (Gideon00_92@hotmail.com)
Her first thought came during breakfast, as her father
was immersed in the morning paper and her mother was
already washing dishes. Julia kicked her legs on the
chair and glanced briefly at the family dog, Bruno,
washing down from his oversized bowl. Blushing
furiously, she returned to her cereal and tried hard to
suppress the thought of what his thing looked like.
There had been a rumor going around school that Helen
(who was one grade ahead of her in eighth grade) had
been sunbathing without her suit when a stray dog
somehow got in the yard and raped Helen.
There were stories about a dog smell.
Julia squirmed slightly, not enough to make her parents
notice, but enough to get a little friction and
inwardly sighed at the relief. How could a dog and a
girl have sex? She had a vivid thought of some brown
and white dog, mid-sized, humping on Helen's back
(she'd seen enough rutting pictures of dogs on dogs –
the male was always hunched over the female), but just
couldn't figure it out.
Something was missing from the picture. She dropped her
hands under the table and placed them in front, on the
edge of the chair. One deft hand quickly pressed
against her jeans and found the small knob (their
science teacher called it the clitoris). She pressed in
once, just to relieve the pressure starting to build.
Every time she thought about the rumor with Helen, the
pressure started building.
Bruno, "the mutt", as her dad liked to refer to him,
finished lapping water and moved on to the table to lay
his head on dad's legs. He absently scratched the mixed
Rottweiler before Bruno poked his snout around her
dad's thigh. Her dad shoved the dog off. "Crazy mutt,"
he commented, refocusing on the paper. Bruno abruptly
left and moved on Julia's mom, poking his head up to
the counter.
"Down," her mom barked.
"You haven't been feeding him under the table, I hope,"
Julia's dad threw out at her.
"No," Julia replied, nearly wishing Bruno would come
visit her. The dog's morning habit was to see who was
going to feed him scraps, a habit her parents had
stamped down hard on after catching Julia feeding him
lunch meats (the ever ill baloney). Her mom had set
down with Julia, of course. It had to have been less
than a year ago. They had discussed sex, about the man
and his penis, masturbation, what a woman could do by
herself. She remembered with sharp clarity joining her
mom in the shower, and examining the different parts of
the woman's body as her mom explained the breasts, the
vagina, the vulva, clitoris, showing them.
Her mom had done something funny with the shower water
– Julia distinctly remembered her mom going extremely
red in the face, though silent, with a well-aimed water
spray. She still hadn't been able to figure out how her
mom did it (and with dad's complaints about Julia
wasting too much time in the shower, she didn't have
much of an opportunity to explore). But she got down
the masturbation part just fine, just like her mom
said.
And Julia seriously wanted to slip back into her room
and rub herself. Her underwear was getting damp.
Her father uncrossed his legs and folded the paper up,
grabbing his cup to chug the remainder of his coffee.
Julia didn't know how he could do it. She tried coffee
before – there was always coffee being poured outside
church after service on Sundays. She once grabbed a cup
before her parents saw and tried it. Nasty... the rest
of the day her mouth tasted grainy. Her mom wasn't much
of a coffee drinker either. Cup in hand, Julia's father
stood and walked over to plant a kiss on her mom's
cheek, dumping his cup in the sink.
"I'll try not to be too late," he said, as Julia's mom
snuck an arm around him for a squeeze and hug.
"Behave," her mom replied, smiling. She gave Julia's
dad a swat on his butt as he scooted away, grabbing his
briefcase off the floor, and came over to plant a
squishy kiss on Julia' forehead with a shoulder
squeeze.
"I'll see you tonight, Princess."
Julia watched her father leave, stealing another glance
at Bruno. She knew her dad was some important executive
at his company. It always seemed like he was in and out
the door, for as long as she could remember. He once
said that time was (screwed) messed up because it was a
young company, a start-up. Her dad was forever flying
over to either Japan or several other cities. He went
to Texas a lot. She kept pleading with him to take her
on one of his trips. His response was always a laugh.
During one memorable night after dinner watching
television, she asked him why he never took her with
him.
After chuckling, he replied, "You'd get bored. I'm in
meetings all day and there's not much for a twelve
years old girl to do around the hotel."
She didn't have to stay at the hotel. She could have
gone exploring (as Julia was prone to do anyway around
here – her trusty BMX bike had made several
unauthorized trips to the local mall). When she pointed
out this obvious fact, her father only shook her head.
"No... I don't think I want my daughter running around
a foreign country without supervision."
She missed him on those trips. He was always gone for
at least a week. Julia gulped down the milk from the
bowl while her mom's back was turned and got up out of
the chair, taking her bowl to the sink. Her mom looked
around through the kitchen doorway after Julia's father
and sighed. "He needs a raise," she muttered.
"Mom?" Julia asked.
Her mom spun back and threw Julia one of her tight-
lipped smirks. The 'knowing' smirks, as her mom liked
to call them. "You'd think after two years, the company
would keep him home," her mom dropped.
"I just don't know why I can't go with him," Julia
complained, dumping her bowl in the sink.
"They're 'business' trips," her mom commented with a
slight change in the pitch of her voice. She shook her
head. "And I'll go with him first. Wait your turn."
Julia grinned and her mom whacked her on the rump too.
They weren't hard whacks. She hadn't been spanked hard
since she was eight, and that was after experimenting
with matches with the log pile on the side of the
house. Her dad, on one of those rare occasions, came
home early (that day because of a doctor's appointment
Julia had forgotten about) and found her, with her next
door friends Rachel and Amanda, watching a pretty good
small flame take hold. He had snatched the matches from
her hand in a blink and twisted Julia around to land a
solid, swift hand against her butt as Amanda and Rachel
bolted from the side.
It was a favorite joke of his later (what he later said
was a clear criminal mind, with a plan – she tried to
show her dad the hose that was laying at her feet next
to the wood pile, ready to blast water if the flame got
out of control). Julia hadn't forgotten the whack, and
she didn't want to ever get another one (or didn't want
to get caught – she didn't want to think what would
happen if either her mom or dad caught wind she was
going to the mall on her own).
"You're going to be late," her mom said, shaking Julia
out of the wood pile reminder. A shrill horn blast,
muffled by the walls, followed to confirm her mom, and
Julia snatched her backpack off the floor. She paused
long enough to give Bruno a good scratch on the head,
feeling herself heat up, then quickly darted out of the
kitchen for the front door. That bus wasn't going to
wait more than a couple of minutes.
*****
"Do you think it's true?" Amanda asked, a little taller
than Julia with long, braided black hair and large,
round dark eyes. The three girls, Julia, Amanda and
Rachel were huddling close at one of the cafeteria
tables over their lunch trays ($3 got you the daily
meal posted at the end of the service line).
Rachel, a scrawny girl with flaming red hair and
freckles, leaned closer moving her cup out of the way.
"She didn't shower with the rest of us," she admitted,
lowering her voice. Helen had P.E. with her. Amanda and
Julia had 2nd Period P.E. "But she didn't smell."
Julia nodded, picking at her lunch. She was thinking
about Bruno resting his snout and head on her dad's leg
this morning. It was a normal thing. Bruno was forever
nudging the family for a good scratch or rub. Her
parents drew the line with the couch, as the dog liked
jumping onto seats as a pup.
One of Julia's memories as a child was Bruno leaping
into the couch next to her and shoving his head into
her lap for a furious head-scratching. But she had seen
her dad let Bruno climb up, usually at night watching
the tube after mom went to bed. She didn't dare adjust
herself, not in a roomful of classmates. When she got
home, she'd have to rub herself. She needed to get some
kind of release. "Did she say anything?" Julia asked,
keeping her voice low.
"Not to anyone I know," Rachel replied, eyes alight.
She sniffed and rubbed her nose. "I thought Mark was
just making it up. He said he heard her talking to
Laura."
"Gross," Amanda cut in, sipping at a juice drink. Her
family moved to the area a couple of years ago, from
somewhere in South Africa. Julia forgot the name of the
place, but occasionally Amanda talked about her life
prior coming to the States. She knew that Amanda's dad
worked for the government, something that Amanda either
didn't know or couldn't talk about. Her mom was nice
enough. Julia spent a few weekend sleepovers at
Amanda's house. It was a really neat and organized
house. Amanda's room was anything but hers, or
Rachel's.
Crashing at Rachel's was more fun, as her parents
(darker-haired, but Rachel's dad was a brown-red haired
man – she'd seen pictures of Rachel's dad in youth.
Rachel got her hair from him) were more relaxed about
cleaning. It wasn't to say the house was a mess –
cluttered, yes. Rachel's room might as well have been a
twin of Julia's room. "I don't see how," Julia
remarked. "I mean, it's a dog..."
"Dogs have penises too," Amanda replied, flustering
only a moment. "Ug. I don't want to think about it."
"Ah, come on," Rachel nudged Amanda. "You can't say you
aren't tryin' to picture it."
"It's wrong," Amanda shot back, raising her voice a
little.
"Shh," Julia said, pressing a finger to her lips. She
cast a brief glance over her shoulder down three
tables, where Helen, a blond-haired girl with curls and
budding breasts, sat talking with her friend, Laura.
There were a couple other girls with them. "Keep it
down."
"Sorry," Amanda replied, hunching down. "I.. I don't
think we should think about this stuff."
"Yeah, well I do," Rachel continued, near whisper.
"C'mon, like our science teacher isn't trying to teach
us what boys and girls do..."
Or their parents, Julia mused. She remembered when her
dad found out a part of the curriculum included sex
education. He stared long and hard at Julia's class
schedule, rubbing his jaw, before giving her a sharp-
eyed look. "I don't know about this," was his only
comment.
Julia's mom, on the other hand, took a more pragmatic
view. "Get off it, Sean. She's going to learn at some
point." They were having an after-dinner discussion at
the table, with Bruno as usual under the table next to
Julia waiting for a hand-out. She managed to slip Bruno
some of the chicken.
"Yeah. Let's hope she doesn't end up like us—"
"Shh," her mom over dramatized, winking at Julia. As
far as she was concerned, her mom was cool with talking
about sex, more than dad was in any case. Of course
Julia knew where her mom kept her "stuff". That was
another day when her dad had flown out to Seattle on
the weekend. Her mom had shown her a small box
underneath her parents' bed, along with things (dildos,
her mom called them) and an egg that vibrated. Julia
didn't know what was so big about her learning about
sex.
The one evening Julia managed to catch her dad alone,
as usual downstairs on the couch with Bruno's head on
his leg, had been a new experience. She had gone
downstairs to get a glass of water and saw her dad in
the family room. She padded over to the doorway and
stuck her head in. "Hi, dad," she called out.
Sean stuck his head in her direction, absently
scratching Bruno's head. "Aren't you supposed to be
asleep?" he threw out, then winked.
Julia came into the living room and plopped down next
to her father on the other side from Bruno the dog. She
folded her hands in her lap, watching a man and woman
on television wrestle down a bum. A cop show... her dad
loved his cop shows. "Can I ask something?" she finally
managed, looking up at her dad who was back watching
the show. He grunted he heard, nodding his head. She
swallowed, feeling a twisted flutter to her stomach.
"How come you don't want me learning about sex?"
For a moment, Sean continued watching the tube before
finally shaking his head slightly, attempting to mask a
smile. "I never said that," he muttered for a defense.
"You don't like it," Julia threw out there, nervously
watching her dad.
Sean looked down at his daughter, giving her the all
too familiar sharp-eyed look. "I'm not sure if I want
you to know adult stuff just yet," he commented,
ruffling her hair. Julia ducked and he got her hair
again before giving her shoulder a squeeze. "I'd like
to think I've got a little more time left before you
start bringing boys home."
"What's so bad about it?" Julia asked, biting down on
her lip.
Sean took his time answering. She knew he liked to
watch his TV shows since he was always flying off.
"Gods," he finally gave in. "I knew this was going to
happen sooner or later." Then he did something he never
did. He picked up the remote and shut the television
off. He gave Bruno a good thump before tossing the dog
off the couch. Bruno went willingly, but turned to look
back at Sean with a hurt expression only dogs could
pull off (she had tried, but her parents never bought
it) before padding off toward the kitchen. "Okay. What
do you want to know?"
That was Julia's dad. He didn't beat around the bush
once he made a choice. Julia looked down at herself,
balling her hands into clutching her nightgown. She
looked back up at him curiously, feeling her cheeks
flush red. "How do..." She blushed harder. "How do
you..."
"Do it?" Sean dropped casually, though he was
thoroughly red in the ears. He coughed to clear his
throat. "I gather you and your mom have 'talked'?"
After Julia nodded, he continued. "Well, it's pretty
straightforward. Guys have their... 'things' they stick
into girls'... ah..."
"It's okay, dad," Julia helped. "Penises and vaginas."
Sean shuddered. "Don't help... this is hard enough. But
yeah, essentially a guy puts his penis into a girl's
vagina... do we have to talk about this?"
Julia was well awake now, and curious as hell. She, of
course, had examined her own privates including poking
a finger into the extremely small hole. It had felt
weird the first time, and it felt too uncomfortable at
first. Like something was sticking out of her bum. Her
mom said that feeling would change... and it had after
she got down the trick of using one hand on her
clitoris and the other slowly sticking a finger inside.
It had been... exhilarating, short, and fast rising.
The experience left her breathless and gasping on her
bed, and wet. "But how can it fit?" she asked,
overcoming a swift surge of giggles.
At which point Sean rubbed his face. "Kids," he
muttered. He threw Julia a serious look she knew was
his "I want to laugh but don't want to" look. He wiped
his hands on his sweats. "Let's just say guys' things
have different shapes and sizes. Some curve a bit, some
are straight, some are just like bananas." He stopped
there and gave Julia a suspicious look, as if he just
gave her something new to think on – and if Julia had
told him what she suddenly imagined, she was sure that
would be the end of their talk.
After a moment of searching, and Julia keeping a
straight face, he continued. "Things grow, both boys
and girls. When you're young, it doesn't seem like it's
possible. Your mom... well, I'm sure she's shown you a
few of her toys." He was having a hard time, taking out
long pauses and it wasn't just his ears flaming now.
His whole face was flushed. "Yeah, some of them look
too big, but you need to remember you're still growing.
What seems impossible now won't be in a few years."
Then he mustered up the most serious look he could pull
off for the moment and stared at Julia directly eye-to-
eye. "Don't go messing around with your mom's...
things. At least not the .. the penis shaped ones. Got
it?"
She didn't want to make that promise, but ultimately
her dad made her. Her mom hadn't been as picky and said
that if Julia needed to, take one (the smallest one,
she noted). There were definitely differences between
her mom and dad. Of course, that didn't stop her from
sharing what both her mom and dad said with Amanda and
Rachel.
Rachel was all for checking out Julia's mom's stuff,
which they did on an afternoon when her mom stepped out
briefly for a store run. Amanda chose not to come over
that day. As open as Amanda was on several subjects,
she was made up on sex. She didn't like talking about
it, and wasn't open to find out either. The one thing
Julia liked about Rachel being her best friend was that
Rachel was just as curious, if not moreso, as her. They
had pulled out the dildos and stared at them
incredulously, attempting to figure out how something
so large could fit inside their vaginas.
"It can't," Rachel popped off, goggling at the size of
a good seven or eight inches dildo. Julia stuck her
fingers against it. It was about as thick as four of
her fingers.
"Dad said we grow," Julia shared, glancing at the
bedroom clock. She didn't think her mom would be back
for at least forty more minutes. She eyed Rachel, who
was eyeing the dildo and Julia.
"What do you think?" Rachel asked.
"About what?" Julia replied, though she was pretty sure
she knew what Rachel was talking about.
"Should we try?"
Julia immediately felt a twinge down there and shifted
on her feet. Rachel did the same. The two girls looked
at each other, then at the dildo. She had promised her
dad, but she only promised not to use them on herself.
He didn't say anything about Rachel (though she was
sure that if her dad bothered to remember, he would
have included Rachel as she was over often enough).
"C'mon," Julia said, at one making up her mind. They
were going to figure this out. She felt a little damp
thinking about it as her heart gave a thump.
They had known each other since preschool, but Julia
and Rachel never went and explored each other. Not for
lack of curiosity. Rachel had a habit of peering at
Julia when they were getting ready for bed, but neither
girl had said anything. With her heart beating faster
than she could remember, Julia lead Rachel back to her
room. She hoped like hell her mom didn't come home
early. She didn't think her mom would get angry, but
then again she did say the thinner one. They were
sneaking off with a good-sized, penis-shaped (or so her
mom said) dildo.
Once inside, Julia shut her bedroom door firmly and
locked it. She turned back, facing Rachel, who looked
suddenly uncertain and awkward. "Um," Julia said
lamely.
"Kinda different, isn't it?" Rachel said, more to break
the ice than anything. She blushed. "I mean, uh..."
Julia nodded, not trusting herself to say anything. She
met Rachel's eyes, both girls staring at each other in
Julia's room. "Yeah... uh."
Rachel made the choice for them pulling off her shirt.
Blushing harder, Julia dropped her mom's dildo on her
bed before taking off her own shirt. She stopped at
that, looking over at Rachel. Both girls stared at each
other. Rachel had started. Not enough for a training
bra, but her breasts were forming. Julia had just
started seeing a slight hump. She swallowed, looking at
Rachel's nipples which were more defined. "Weird," she
agreed.
It seemed too long. Rachel took a tentative step
forward to Julia and held out an arm. "Can I?" she
asked, all too hesitant. "I've never touched someone
else's."
Julia suddenly couldn't speak, and she was caught up in
an exhilarated feeling not entirely aware of herself.
It was surreal, as if somehow everything felt right,
and wrong. She could only nod, a tingling sensation
suddenly rippling across her skin. She felt hot.
Still hesitant, Rachel slowly moved on Julia and
reached a hand out, stopping a few inches away from
Julia's slight curve. Julia wondered if Rachel was
feeling the same way, and she was too wrapped up
thinking about what her friend was thinking when
Rachel's fingers grazed one of her nipples. A swift
gasp overtook her as Julia glanced down.
A thousand and one sensations struck at once as Rachel
moved her hand over Julia's breast. She felt a
hardening over her nipple as she hissed her breath.
Rachel recoiled her hand, quick as lightning to gape
back at Julia while stepping back. "Sorry!"
Swooning a moment, Julia blew her breath out, a little
harder than normal. Things were uncomfortably moist
down between her legs. She remained standing in place
as Rachel looked on at her, fearful. She finally met
her best friend's eyes, nodding. "You gotta try it,"
she breathed, a slow foolish grin for no reason she
could fathom. "What did it feel like?"
Rachel giggled nervously. "Warm... tingly."
Moving up on Rachel, Julia cautiously reached out.
Their eyes never left each other as Julia's hand came
into contact with something incredibly soft, warm, and
just like Rachel said, tingly. Her gasp was softer than
Rachel's, running her palm over Rachel's more developed
breast. It was... smooth. Julia didn't know what to
call the feeling. She stopped at the firming of a
Rachel's nipple, looking down at the hardened stub.
Licking her lips, she ran a finger over it.
A quick hiss followed with Rachel's, "Jeez..."
Julia drew her hand back, raising her head at Rachel,
who had a strange, odd, cross-eyed glaze in her eyes.
"What?"
After a few moments of breathing hard, Rachel finally
looked at Julia with a half-cocked smile. "I think I
creamed."
Shaking, slightly dizzy, Julia stared back on Rachel
with a loopy smile as they both laughed briefly. She
was definitely wet, and it seemed like the whole of her
skin buzzed, from her fingertips to her toes. Taking a
couple steps backwards, Julia steadied herself, still
smiling. "Wow," she said in a breath.
Both girls stood there until Rachel looked over at the
dildo on the bed. Julia glanced at it and they threw
each other a nervous glance. Rachel took several
breaths before undoing her pants. Julia followed her
friend's example and they both shimmied out of their
pants, ditching them on the floor.
Julia caught Rachel's eyes on her and blushed. She knew
where Rachel was staring; she was doing the same thing,
looking at her friend's underwear. Traveling eyes met
each other as they straightened. Rachel moistened her
lips. "Are... have you ever thought...?"
"I've seen you looking," Julia confessed, looking back
at Rachel's underwear. "Yeah... me, too."
Rachel met Julia's stare, looking back down as well. In
a swift motion, she pulled her underwear down and
stepped out of them.
Julia was riveted, frozen in place as her eyes locked
on Rachel's privates. Slight wisps of red hair were
growing down at what she guessed was the folds.
Reddening, she took in a deep breath before yanking
hers down and stepping out.
Rachel looked at her up and down her body, and if her
own stares were any indication, there was discomfort
mixed with curiosity. Julia didn't have any hair yet
(unlike her mom, who had complained to Julia once
having to trim hers), not yet at least. She felt the
pin-prickles though, it was a bit itchy.
Quivering, Julia shifted on her legs and moved her hips
a bit feeling things rub. The tingling hadn't gotten
any better. And she was hot... not cold. Her body
didn't seem to want to stop getting hot. She could feel
the knob shifting. She wanted so much to reach down and
rub, but Rachel was right there, staring at her, almost
completely absorbed with Julia's body. It made her
jumpy, but the pressure down there was getting
unbearable.
"D... d'ya," Rachel began, stopping as she flushed
redder than her hair. "D'you ever... you know... touch
yourself? Down there?"
"Y-yeah," Julia stammered. Her own cheeks were burning
to the point of hurting. The feeling was maddening. "Y-
you?"
Rachel nodded. Her breaths sounded funny. "N-not with
anyone watching," she admitted, swinging her head up
directly into Julia's eyes. She moved her hips a
little. Her hand started moving down between her legs.
Julia couldn't keep her eyes off Rachel's hand, dipping
down between her legs and a finger slipping through,
circling slightly. Her hand moved on its own. She had
to do something... the burning sensation was consuming.
Her fingers touched her clitoris and a low moan escaped
her lips. A swift, powerful ripple swam both inside and
out. Rachel's immediate moan cascaded her own... it was
just bizarre!
Julia didn't know if Rachel being here had something to
do with it. She felt exposed, as if her secret had been
whispered. The feelings were tense, more sharp. Their
respective gasps filling her ears... unconsciously, she
rubbed faster. Closing her eyes, Julia lost herself in
the raw, intensified heat now spreading down her legs
into her toes.
Something clamped her hand against her pelvis as a
skyrocketing explosion shot through Julia into a short
scream. She felt another finger slide across her vagina
folds as liquid seemed to explode, soaking her. She
barely registered Rachel down on her knees in front of
her, one hand furiously rubbing herself under hoarse
groans, the other hand clamped with Julia's as another
finger joined hers on the knob.
If anything, Julia's screams only sparked Rachel to rub
faster. Julia made a sharp cry, unable to voice what
her body was doing, opening her mouth as her own
breaths drew up short, gruff, in rhythm with the waves
down spilling on top of each other and rising. She felt
Rachel's finger brushing back and forth, faster...
faster... A curious tightening in her stomach clenched.
Without warning, she felt Rachel's finger pressing in—
Julia only remembered a powerful blast— she stared up
at Rachel with her eyes barely open. Rachel, grinning
down at Julia thought a sense in her forehead showed
anxious concern. "Julia?" she asked, worried. "You
okay?"
Okay? Julia finally clued in she was on the floor and
blinked a bit, feeling at once incredibly warm and
relaxed. Her clitoris was twitching slightly—or
spasming every few moments. Moaning once, she sighed
and attempted to clam what seemed like over-sensitized
skin. "Wow..." she breathed. "What happened?"
"I think you blacked out," Rachel replied, flushed.
"Sorry... I couldn't help it. D-did you orgasm?"
Her mom told her about them, orgasms. But she didn't
tell Julia how powerful they were. She felt herself
twitch again, feeling somewhat weak. She nodded
absently, foolishly grinning.
For the first time, she looked, really looked, at
Rachel. The flaming red hair that curled at the ends,
staring at the nape of her neck. The freckles (Rachel
always complained she had too many) covering her
friend's face, her shoulders, her arms, down her chest
and body. There were no words for what Julia was
feeling... Rachel was... beautiful... At least to
Julia, who fought her own wavy blond-brown hair every
morning with a brush.
"H-have y-you ever...?" Julia trailed off, basking in
the warm buzz that seemed to be everywhere.
Rachel shook her head. "N-not yet. W-will you do...
will you do it to me?"
Julia definitely didn't want to get up – she was still
swooning. But she wanted Rachel to feel what she just
went through. She never thought to ask mom if someone
else could masturbate her. Rolling herself into a
sitting position, Julia stared curiously at Rachel's
vulva.
Rachel eyed Julia's bed. "Let me lay down," she
suggested. "Just in case."
Nodding without a word, Julia picked herself up as
Rachel crossed over to the bed, looked back over her
shoulder at Julia, then sat herself down on the edge to
lay back.
Advancing on her friend, Julia approached as Rachel
suddenly spread her legs, moving a hand between them to
rub. Getting down on her knees, Julia at first just
watched Rachel's hand rub, making circular motions. She
was utterly fascinated with Rachel's folds, which were
slightly darker than her own. Tentatively, she reached
over and touched one of Rachel's inner folds—
A sharp, indrawn gasp said it all. "Oh, shit." Rachel
was definitely getting wetter. Julia moved her finger
up and down, feeling for the shape of her friend's
vagina as the gasps came more frequently. Everything
felt slightly different from hers. A sharp, moaning cry
told her that at least she was doing something right.
Rachel's hand suddenly disappeared, and Julia felt her
way for where she thought Rachel's knob should be...
and couldn't find it.
Rachel's voice wavered from somewhere above. "D-don't
s-s-stop," she stammered. "W-whatever y-y-you're d-d-
doing."
"Where is it?" Julia whispered back, panicking
slightly. Didn't all girls have clitorises? Rachel's
trembling hand dipped in to spread her lips and the red
hair forming around. Leaning closer, Julia saw
something, hidden deeper. She dipped one of her fingers
further in to hit something; hard, moist and suddenly
flinging at her touch.
"OH GOD!" Rachel screamed as her body tensed, then
relaxed.
Julia rubbed, flicking the small knob buried within
back and forth. The problem was Rachel's was deeper,
and she couldn't quite see what she was doing.
Something her mom said came floating back to the back
of her mind – something about licking the guy's thing.
Rachel's buckling body wasn't helping either, and Julia
felt a twinge of panic overwhelm her. She was scared...
Stopping briefly to open up Rachel's vagina folds
against her friend's moans, Julia saw it. Rachel's
voice came floating down. "Julia..." It was a heavy,
short-breathed voice. "No. Don't stop..."
Julia didn't know what else to do. Hoping her mom was
right (and it could be equally applied to a girl), she
kept Rachel's opened and exposed knob with her fingers
and stuck her head in. There was a sharp, musty scent
filling her nostrils. Sticking her tongue out, Julia
licked at Rachel's budding clitoris – as liquid flushed
across her tongue, mouth and chin with an ear-
shattering scream.
Recoiling, Julia wiped her mouth jumping on her feet,
looking down on Rachel sprawled on her bed, wide-eyed
and panting hard. Rachel's chest heaved. "Rachel?"
Julia asked, suddenly fearful. What had she done?
"Rachel!"
Rachel rolled her head up and refocused her eyes on
Julia, dazed and cross-eyed. "W-what did you...?" she
panted, placing a hand on her chest, her breasts. A
crossed-crooked smile played on her lips. "So that's
what it feels like..."
Everything crashed home as Julia felt horribly
miserable. "I'm sorry!" she wailed. "I didn't mean to –
I mean, my mom said something... I licked you—"
"You gotta try it," Rachel mumbled, cutting Julia off
who stopped rambling abruptly. Rachel sighed as she
closed her eyes, nodding her head. She pointed a finger
down at the foot. "L-let's try it."
Julia glanced down to where Rachel pointed and felt
herself get slightly damp again. She forgot all about
her mom's dildo, discarded on the bed. Reaching over,
she grabbed it and held it up for Rachel to see. She
wouldn't try it herself (stupid promise). "Y-you sure?"
she asked, trying hard not to act as nervous as she
suddenly felt.
Rachel nodded and pulled her legs apart, reaching down
to spread the folds around her vagina. Julia stared
down at her friend, spotting the hole. Swallowing hard,
she lowered the penis-shaped dildo to Rachel's exposed
lips and rested the head of it near Rachel's hole.
"Hold on." Squirming, Rachel removed a hand up and
dipped a finger into her folds to rub herself. She
finally nodded.
Julia started slowly. It still looked too big to get
inside Rachel, but she tried to press it in, the head
of the dildo. Staring up at Rachel's wide eyes and
gaping mouth, she tried again, getting a little bit of
the dildo head to slip through. "Oh, shi—" Rachel
started, trailing off. Her chest started heaving as two
sharp gasps made Julia stop.
"It's too big," Julia said, but Rachel shook her head,
shooting her arms out to clench Julia's bed sheets.
Breathing hard and slow, Rachel nodded at Julia as she
moved her hips and spreading her legs wider. Red-faced,
she nodded again.
"Try again. I felt it start."
Reluctant, Julia prodded the dildo head against
Rachel's hole. A sudden thought seized her to run out
of her room back to her mom's and grab the smaller one,
the one her mom told her to use. She pressed it again,
trying to get the dildo head to go in. "Rachel—"
"You've got it right," Rachel breathed fast. "Just
push."
"Let me g et—"
Rachel seized Julia's hand and helped, pushing the head
into her. Julia saw the tip of it wriggle into Rachel's
hole as a long, sharp gasp shook the girl on the bed.
Julia didn't think Rachel's eyes could get any wider.
"Oh God... Julia... push."
Wincing, Julia pressed the dildo inward and watched
with a detached fascination as Rachel took in the rest
of the head and a part of the shaft when it abruptly
stopped. She couldn't make the rest of it go in any
farther, leaving a heaving Rachel flinging her head one
way then the other, once more gripping Julia's bed
sheets with hissing breaths. She looked to Rachel for a
sign.
Failing to get anything from Rachel, Julia started
pulling the dildo out. Rachel's body shuddered with a
short wail as her face flushed a deep red. "Oh GOD!"
Rachel yelled.
"What?!" Julia screamed, taking her hand off the dildo.
Looking down and up at Julia, Rachel tried to get her
breathing under control while nodding. "Do that again,
push in and out."
Gripped in silent fascination, Julia grabbed the dildo,
jutting out from Rachel's vagina, and pushed it back in
until it wouldn't budge, then pulled it back.
Rachel's breaths were loud, short, and quick in rapid
succession. She made a strange parrot noise as Julia
worked what little of the dildo in as she should.
Liquid suddenly squirted out from around the dildo as
Rachel let loose a violent scream and shudder.
Letting go, Julia stepped back. One of Rachel's hands
lashed out, grabbing Julia's hand and yanked her
forward, hard. Stumbling, Julia tripped and fell into
Rachel---
With a scream that shattered the house. Leaping off
Rachel, Julia sprang back, horrified and wide-eyed
looking down at her friend and a good half of the dildo
up inside Rachel, twisting the bed sheets into her
fists and screaming. "Get it out! Get it out!"
Julia darted in and grabbed the bottom end of the
dildo. She yanked it as Rachel ripped several sharp
cries. The dildo plopped out with a squelch as clear
and red liquid began spilling, dribbling out of
Rachel's vagina. The same clear and red liquid coated
half of the dildo in Julia's hand. Transfixed, she
stared at it as a quiet horror descended.
Blood. It was blood.
*****
Needless to say, Julia's mom came home to a hysterical
pair of girls and blood on Julia's bed sheets. Julia
was utterly convinced Rachel was going to die, Rachel
herself complaining of dull aches and pain with a raw
throbbing. It took the better part of the remaining
daylight hours for Julia's mom to calm them down.
It was the first time Julia and Rachel ever heard about
a girl's hymen, and that the breaking of the hymen was
a normal event – "though not now," Julia's mom
grumbled, giving her daughter a short, pointed and
piercing glare which meant this conversation wasn't
finished.
Her mom sat Julia down in the kitchen after making sure
Rachel got herself home (two houses down). Julia saw
their moms exchanging words and tried desperately hard
to be anywhere else but on Rachel's front doorstep. She
felt both moms' eyes on her. She didn't even look when
she heard the two women laugh, but she hoped it was a
good thing. But once back home in the kitchen, her mom
made her sit at the table.
Her mom did pour a couple glasses of lemonade and set
one in front of Julia, before walking over to a high
cabinet and pull out a bottle. Pouring a splash of
whatever it was before coming back to take a seat near
Julia, her mom threw her a narrow stare. "What were you
thinking?" were the first words.
Julia quivered, sinking lower in the chair. Tears stung
her eyes. "We didn't think it could fit," she replied
in a voice unlike her own. "Rachel wanted to find
out..."
"Why didn't you take the smaller one?" her mother
asked, half exasperated, half amused (though Julia
didn't pick up on it).
Julia didn't have an answer for that. She looked up at
her mom, and unconsciously shrugged her shoulders. "I
don't know," came her answer. She was numb from head to
foot, and not looking forward to the punishment she was
sure was coming. "Is Rachel seriously hurt?"
No, Rachel wasn't hurt. Bruised, yes, as Julia's mom
revealed to Julia that day. Though Rachel was smug
about the whole thing (Julia didn't lean until later,
about a week after, Rachel started again after her
mother came home with a toy for her – "It doesn't
last," Rachel whispered confidentially to Julia,
walking home from school together). But Julia got asked
a bunch of questions from her mom, if she liked girls
in that way – she couldn't quite make her mom believe
that was the first time she and Rachel did something
like that.
*****
Amanda said something Julia didn't catch. She swung
back from looking at Helen and looked to Amanda, then
to Rachel for support. Rachel kicked Julia under the
school lunch table. "You'd be surprised what can fit,"
she offered, struggling hard not to giggle, but red-
faced.
Julia blushed, but kept herself in check. Amanda looked
between her two friends, incensed and flushed. "Are you
hiding something?" she demanded, but keeping her voice
lowered. Amanda hated being kept in the dark as much as
she didn't like talking about sex. Julia never did
understand that part of Amanda.
Rachel, blushing slightly, leaned even closer. "I got a
toy," she whispered, winking at Julia.
Amanda's reaction was, of course, turning beet red and
struggling to refrain from commenting as she so often
did when sex came up. They had known Amanda for about
three years now. Instead, Amanda surprised the hell out
of them by standing up, grabbing her tray, and moving
off to another table.
Julia, shocked, watched Amanda leave without saying a
word, and turned to Rachel, who turned on her. "What's
with her?"
Rachel shook her head, apparently just as mystified. "I
don't know." She suddenly giggled, going red in her
ears. "We definitely need to get her in your bed."
Julia started, then giggled too. She still remembered
that day, three weeks ago when they broke Rachel's
hymen (and her dad wasn't the only one who dropped the
banana reference), and only a week since the rumors
started.
Julia glanced back at Helen again. There didn't seem to
be anything wrong with the girl. She was talking and
laughing with the rest of her friends a couple tables
down.
Rachel caught Julia looking and for a moment, also
watched before nudging Julia. "D'you think one of us
should ask her?" she suggested.
She threw Rachel a short glare, reminiscent of her
mother's. "Even if we did, d'you think she'd tell us?"
Rachel squirmed slightly. Julia knew what she was
doing. "Don't you want to know how?" Rachel whispered
back, sounding a little funny. At once Julia knew she
wasn't alone – her best friend was thinking about it
too.
Apparently (according to Rachel), she had been using
the dildo her mom got her as well as the banana and
cucumber stock. She finally admitted it last weekend
crashing at Julia's house, when they were supposed to
be asleep and instead doubling up in Julia's bed. There
hadn't been a sleepover until that Friday (as Julia
learned, Rachel's mom had grilled her daughter harder
than Julia's mom had done to her).
*****
Julia squirmed and suppressed a moan while Rachel idly
played with her. They lay naked next to each other in
Julia's darkened room, on the bed. The sleeping bag on
the floor was discarded. The blinds were open, letting
in spring air and a moon-filled night.
"Stop," Julia whispered. She felt Rachel's hand move
off. "I need a break."
"You gonna let me break it?" Rachel finally answered,
stretching herself before scooting up next to Julia.
Julia didn't answer, instead staring out across her
room. The truth was she was terrified, remembering
Rachel's scream. It sounded painful, and Julia didn't
want to do it. It was bad enough knowing her mom was
aware she and Rachel were "fooling around", as she
called it. She had expected to be grounded, that the
sleepovers would stop. That afternoon didn't make a lot
of sense. Her mom had gone all strange on her, asking
if she liked girls, playing with them "that way". She
felt there was a lot she didn't know or understand.
The only thing that happened was the disappearance of
the "box". Julia had gone into her parents' room one
afternoon looking for it, and couldn't find it in the
usual spot.
"Well?" Rachel asked, sounding put out.
"Mom hid her box," Julia replied, not daring to look at
Rachel. She half suspected Rachel would grab the same
dildo that broke her hymen. There was no way Julia was
going to let Rachel use that thing on her. Her dad, she
had decided, had been right. She wanted her body to
grow more before trying something like that.
"Oh," Rachel's voice sounded far away. After a moment,
her hand slid over Julia's exposed thigh and dipped
down between her legs. Shuddering, Julia withheld a
short gasp as Rachel's fingers found her knob and
started rubbing. She spread her legs a bit as Rachel
slid up and dipped her head down. Something soft and
wet flickered against her and Julia bit back a scream
building in her throat, leaving her gasping.
"Try this," Rachel suggested, swinging herself on top
of Julia, facing her sex toward her. Julia stared into
Rachel's folds, barely visible in the dark, as Rachel's
tongue returned. Shuddering as Rachel lowered her
pelvis on her face. "Do that thing with the tongue,"
Rachel whispered, breathing harder. "I saw a picture of
this in one of my dad's magazines."
Bringing her head up, Julia licked, traveling from tip
to tip of Rachel's bum. Whatever she did, Rachel's body
shivered. Her mouth opened wide as Julia felt Rachel's
tongue wrap around her knob and had to grab a pillow to
shove it over her face – the rippling scream with waves
of rocking sensations knocking her into orgasm.
"Don't stop," Rachel's voice came back. Julia felt her
friend's fingers poking into her vagina, followed by
another lick against her clitoris. She felt the room
begin to spin as small waves spasmed through her body.
She tucked the pillow behind her head and brought her
head up to Rachel's backside, bringing her tongue out
to lick across Rachel's vagina and folds.
Rachel's body shivered again as her thighs tightened,
squeezing Julia's head. She felt the tingles coming,
and grabbed Rachel's hips to pull her sex closer. She
ran her tongue, tasting the same salty musk. Running
her tongue over Rachel's hole, she felt it dip into
something moist, soft and hot... a warm summery hotness
that coated her taste buds as a sticky fluid coated her
tongue. She wasn't sure who was moaning, her or Rachel.
Something warm and wet flickered at her opening as
pressed in.
Julia's last conscious memory was sticking her tongue
as far as she could inside Rachel's, and her friend's
in hers.
*****
Coming home, Julia dumped her backpack next to the
front door and made for the kitchen. She was hot,
sweaty and uncomfortable. The panties needed to go. She
cut through the family room and walked into the kitchen
expecting to find her mom, but no one was there.
Stopping inside the kitchen doorway, she frowned and
peered around.
A folded notecard on the kitchen table. Coming over,
Julia picked it up and opened the notecard.
"Don't forget to feed Bruno. I'll be back around
seven, so stay out of trouble (that
goes for you too, Rachel)."
Love,
Mom
Stifling a laugh, Julia let the note float back on the
table as a peculiar feeling swept over her, an
exhilarated one knowing she had the house to herself
for the next three and a half, four hours. She glanced
over at the phone, half tempted to call Rachel over...
then decided against it.
'This is my time.' It wasn't the first time she had the
thought. She had thought about it before, usually when
either she or Rachel were at each other's houses. As
much fun as it was, Julia missed being able to have her
time... play with herself. There was something about
it, and she didn't know what it was.
Coming out of the kitchen, Julia stripped off her shirt
heading out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs
for her room. Bruno didn't get fed until five, more
than enough time to take care of her 'itch'. A short
jog down the upstairs hall and into her room, she flung
her shirt on the floor and stripped the rest of her
clothes off. She was hot.
She flopped out at the foot of her bed, draping her
legs off the end, and rolled over on her back to slide
a hand down her front and dip down. She slowly began to
rub herself (Rachel went too fast, that was one of her
complaints). God... it felt good... she made a small
moan with a fast flicker over her knob, drawing a fast
sigh. Rachel taught her that trick.
Somewhere in the middle of it, Julia's thoughts went
back to the rumor. Was the story true? Did Helen get
raped by a dog?? She gasped, remembering the suddenly
flash of some mid-sized brown and white dog humping
over Helen's back in the middle of a backyard patio and
lawn, a high fence to keep neighbors from seeing
inside. She imagined blond-haired, Miss Perfect Helen
sunbathing in some two-piece bathing suit, maybe she
ditched it. And some dog... maybe the gate got left
open somehow... wandering in.
A sudden flash back to the dog hunched over Helen's
back... how? Helen's moans (mixed with Rachel's moaning
screams), screaming out. Was it a good feeling? Did it
hurt? Was it like the dildo? Or was it more pleasurable
than a finger, or a tongue?
Julia's breaths staggered, coming out sharp as her body
shook. She dipped a finger into her vagina and groaned
louder – fueled with the image of Helen burned into her
imagination, being humped by a dog. Two thoughts
suddenly leapt out as she increased her finger speed,
and the slow-building wave starting to convulse her
body. If the dog did rape Helen, how did it get her on
her stomach?
Moaning loud, ripples spreading, Julia worked furiously
as she used fingers on her other hand to dip inside.
She cried out, as the second set of waves caught up
with the first and drowned her skin into tingles and a
vague, weird sense of frozen time. Her second thought
was: What does a dog's penis look like?
She came with a slow-building scream, a pleasurable one
that crashed through her before settling into a warm,
tingling relief. Sighing, she closed her eyes briefly
and removed her hands, flopping spread eagle on her
bed. It was the first time since the day she and Rachel
used the dildo that Julia was free to do what she
wanted at home. And yet, a guilty twinge in the back of
her mind wished her friend was here now.
Feeling the day's heat ebb with her own inner radiating
heat, Julia drifted off...
It was cold, somewhat firm, and fuzzy. Julia snapped
awake and bolting into a sitting position with a gasp.
She stared down at the Rottweiler, Bruno, his cold
snout poking her inside thigh. "No! Bruno!" she
shouted, pushing his bead away from her. Her heart
skipped a few times as it suddenly sank in... 'he was
sniffing me.'
An immediate dampness crept in between her legs and
Julia squashed the thought that suddenly came to her.
She gulped, and Bruno the dog sat on his rump on the
carpeted floor of her room, thumping his tail. 'Do dogs
rape people?' Julia didn't think so, but at the moment,
in the warmth of her room and looking down at the
family pet cocking his head up at her, she wasn't sure.
Glancing over at a clock on her night stand, she saw it
was fifteen minutes past five. "Oh," she replied
lamely. Duh. Bruno came up looking for someone to feed
him. The dog knew his feeding schedule, better than
Julia and the rest of the family.
Feeling somewhat relieved (and a hideous thought of a
twinge of disappointment in the back of her mind –
'Stop thinking about it!'), Julia slid off her bed onto
her feet. Bruno sprang up on his feet and nudged
Julia's hand before sniffing at it, licking it.
"Stop it, Bruno," Julia barked, jerking her hand away.
And stopped... looking down at her dog who sniffed and
nudged his snout against her leg. He had sniffed at the
hand she used to dip inside... squeezing her eyes shut,
Julia drew in a deep breath and exhaled. Reaching down,
she gave Bruno a good scratch on the head, keeping her
hand down as the dog sprung his head up, sniffing
around her hand before darting his tongue out to lick
at her fingers.
Sandpapery... "It's scent," Julia whispered to herself,
a piece of the puzzle falling into place. Her dog could
smell what she did, watching Bruno lick her fingers
with his sandpaper tongue over and over.
Julia abruptly walked out of her room, not sure what
the hell she was thinking anymore. Amanda's words from
earlier floated back. "Dogs have penises too." She came
to a halt in the middle of the second floor hall,
breathing hard and fast as she felt the dampness
between her legs. Was this how it happened for Helen?
Did some dog sniff her? She froze and closed her eyes,
trying hard to get rid of the image of Helen and some
dog humping her. 'Stop,' came her panicked thought.
'Stop thinking about it!'
The dampness between her legs was becoming
uncomfortable.
Bruno came out of Julia's room behind her, sniffing
around and followed, his snout to the ground, up behind
her. His snout came up and sniffed around her ankles
and Julia cringed, feeling his wet nose brush up
against her bare flesh. She quivered, then shivered as
Bruno sniffed his way up both of her legs. His nose
darted in to sniff between her buttocks—
Her body flinched, jerking twice.
A cold wet nose hit her vagina and she felt liquid
dripping, shuddering as she remained frozen in the
hall. It hit her – a rough, wet sandpapery feeling
setting loose a scream as Julia fell forward. A loud
bark as Bruno jumped back. She crouched, covering her
head as she rocked back and forth down on her knees.
She couldn't get the image of Helen out of her head.
The cold, wet sandpaper touch hit her buttocks again,
making Julia convulse. Warm fur... and the sandpapery
feeling was everywhere! Over her buttocks, into the
crack running down... she gasped as she felt it touch
her anus. Cold! And yet... feelings that she couldn't
name, feeling something across her backside as she
shivered. It coursed through her skin and left her
gasping on the floor as she felt Bruno's tongue stick
itself into her anus again, licking once.
Her body jerked.
A second, harder lick.
There was a dim thought of whether this was how it
happened to Helen. All of her thoughts stopped as Julia
shivered again, the rough, yet powerfully convulsive
wet sandpaper lick across her backside. She raised
herself up without thinking about it, bringing up her
hips as Bruno's tongue lapped across her vagina...
It was a hard and fast moan, feeling fluid spill from
her hole and a hot, scraping tongue lapping at it.
Julia couldn't think, feeling the heat and the swift,
powerful tingling sweep over her as Bruno's tongue
lapped harder... harder... dipping between her folds
against her knob... her vagina... her anus.
"God..." Julia whispered, half crying as the waves hit
her, harder than before to send her skin trembling with
each lick. Her arms buckled, supporting herself as
Bruno lapped harder, the hot sandpaper tongue dipping
into her vagina and licking everywhere! She was
drowning...
And it was gone. Shaking violently, Julia crouched,
coming down on her elbows, her hips still raised, her
sex exposed. She felt fur across her back, still
swimming in wet heat spells that sent the hall
spinning. Rachel's words filled her ears. "Ah, c'mon!
You can't say you weren't trying to picture it."
A sharp, searing pain hit her inner thigh. Julia
clenched her teeth as she came up, feeling hot,
steaming breath on her neck. A second jagged poke sent
her sprawling on the floor with a scream and a bark
somewhere behind her. Julia scrambled up onto her hands
and knees as she felt fur clamp down on either side of
her hips. "NO!"
She felt pain... a searing, tearing pain as Julia
screamed hard and fast. Something tore through her,
thickening fast and jamming into her hard. Her head
whiplashed forward as she felt a hairy lump hit her
shoulder and another, sharper, tearing pain sending a
howl from her lips as something moved in and out of
her, fast and quick, jerking her forward.
"GET OFF!" Julia screamed, tears streaming from her
face. Pain... inside and growing as something huge
blossomed. Outward pressure from all around as the
motions came faster, harder... sinking into her, like
some kind of softball trying to squeeze through a crack
between cement blocks.
Julia let out an ear-shattering scream as the world
around her blacked out.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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