Brian’s Tale 2, the next wag.    It’s been some time now since Brian and I became a couple. Ever since that first weekend when he and I got together my life has never been the same.

Its like suddenly my eyes had been opened to the world and I saw clearly for the first time, life and my place in it. The things that used to upset me so much are now things that, at the most, just irritate me. The mean spiteful school “friends” now mean nothing to me. Their silly pranks a waste of time and effort for now I am contented.
Looking back at that first weekend I can say that I am glad that it happened. That first weekend was so intense that I had a sore pussy for weeks afterwards. Not that I gave it much of a chance to rest. Brian was insatiable. He could keep going long after I would have stopped. Every orifice was filled with his juices and he could still pleasure me. His red stalk could reach so deep inside of me, filling me to the brim. And his tongue, oh how I love his tongue. It too could reach deep into me, stimulating me with its coarseness, cleaning my every nook and cranny. It doesn’t matter whether I am clean or messy, he will still clean me out, just fantastic!
I must admit that my favourite position is “doggy” style and although Brian still gets upset at me calling myself his bitch I think that he too likes mounting me that way.
Now that some time has past, the mad passion has slowly eased off a bit but we still do it nearly every day, not nearly every hour.

Occasionally Brian has to sleep in my parent’s room but in the mornings he sneaks into my room and with his magical tongue starts licking me from toe to temple.

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Brian’s Tale    The front door crashing open brought me out of my daydream, Lois so near yet so far away. Another crash, the flash of mustard yellow and the sounds of sobs brought me back fully to reality. Fully opening my eyes I saw Meg, Lois’ daughter, back from marching practice in her uniform and laying on the floor sobbing after falling over the coffee table. “You alright Meg” I asked.
“I’m fine, just leave me alone” she sobbed.
Meg is a bit of a drama queen so this could be anything from something minor to a major crisis, I had better take it easy with her. “I can see that something is bothering you, anyone with half a brain can see that. Good thing your dad isn’t home then, Hey” I replied trying to cheer her up.
“You wouldn’t understand” she sobbed, “You’re just a dog”.
“Just a dog, yes, just a dog, and this is why I am sure I could understand” I said, sorrow tainting my voice.
“What do you mean” Meg asked between sniffles.
“To other dogs I am just a freak and so they avoid or ignore me, to humans I am just a dog, a pet only” I replied.
“I am sorry” Meg sniffled, “I did not realise”.
“Its ok Meg, I know you did not mean anything by what you said. It still stands though, tell what is bothering you” I replied.
“I can’t, where is mum” she asked.
“I am afraid the rest of the family have gone to the next town with your dad, something to do with Chris I believe. So why don’t you get off the floor, sit up here next to me and tell what is upsetting you” I offer.
With that I reach down and take Meg’s hand and slowly lift her up to sit her next to me on the lounge. As she is getting up off the floor I look down at her cute tear streaked face and realise just how much she looks like her mum Lois. Half way up she lets out another sob and sits back down on the floor with a thud onto her backside, nearly pulling me off the lounge as well. I look her over and can now see that she has been crying a lot with the front of her uniform damp from her tears and I could see that what ever it was that was upsetting her was something major, at least to her. Again I start pulling her up so she can sit next to me on and when she started to rise up again she spread her legs exposing her uniform bloomers. I could see from the stains on them that she had a “wee” accident also, but she did not seem to know this yet. Another drama to be unfolded at a later date. Will worry about that one when the time comes.

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But now I could hear mum reading him the riot act, and saying, if he didn’t escort me and my friend, that he wouldn’t be allowed out himself. As he passed my bedroom door once again, this time going back to his room, he said. You’d better be ready in 5 minutes, or else.

I hurriedly completed my face painting, to make sure I was ready before he had an excuse to leave me behind. I was dressed in a black very short witches dress, and hoop striped luminous woolly tights. Garry’s best buddy was Gordon, my friend June’s brother, he was the same age as Garry. So, as I would normally hang around with June, he would always be seen with Gordon. When I phoned June to make sure she was going to be ready in time, she said her mom wouldn’t let her go out. I explained that we’d be looked after by both our brothers, and she said she’d have another go at her mom.

I didn’t tell my mom that June had said she might not be able to go out, in-case she stopped me as well. We arrived at their house, and I could tell by the look on June’s face that she hadn’t been able to change her mom’s mind. So off I set on our nights Trick or Treating, me dressed as a witch, escorted by the two boys dressed as vampires. They made me walk in front of them, so it wasn’t as obvious that they were with me. Gordon had a torch, he was shining it in all directions, and he delighted in lighting-up my tights to make them glow every time a car was approaching us. After the initial sulking on their part, we were soon knocking on doors, and they were beginning to accept my company, without the continual moaning. We were all having fun and laughing and joking together.

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