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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Bitch in Heat

         Sara saw the man walking the dog as she was walking home from visiting friends.  As they approached from the cross-street, Sara noticed that the man was fairly ordinary, middle-aged, average height, medium build.  The dog on the other hand was anything but ordinary.  A beautiful rotweiler, obviously male, large for the breed, straining at its leash.  Sara couldn’t take her eyes off it as the moved toward the intersection.

They reached the intersection at the same time, and man and dog turned to follow the same street Sara was on, both having to wait for a stop light.  The rottweiler sidled up to Sara and stuck his snout into the crotch of her shorts, making snuffling noises. Sara giggled, but somewhere back in the the most primitive part of her brain, something dark stirred as she felt the dog’s snout press against her crotch.

“Otto, no!”  The man pulled back on the rottweiler’s leash, and the dog backed off, rejoining his master.  “Sorry, he tends to be a little overly friendly sometimes.”

“That’s okay, I like dogs.  And they usually like me, too.  He’s beautiful.  His name’s Otto”

“Yep.  And I’m Mike, by the way.  You know a lot of people are afraid of rottweilers.”

“I’m Sara.  I’ve never been afraid of any kind of dog.  I like being around them.”

By now they were walking down the street together, toward Sara’s house, although it was still several blocks away.  The dog kept moving over to nuzzle Sara, and Mike kept pulling him back.  Sara noticed that Mike was sneaking peeks at her every chance he got.  Sara was used to that.  In her early 20s, she was hot, with a beautiful face and a nice body.  She knew guys liked to look, especially at her 32DD tits.  Most guys never really got past those tits, but Mike seemed to be having a good look at her flat belly and slim hips, too.  Of course, she wasn’t exactly dressed to cover any of it up, in a skimpy tank top and shorts.

“So, do you live around here” Sara asked.

“Yeah, in fact it’s just up in the next block.”

“Oh, we’re practically neighbors.  I’m just a couple of blocks farther up.”

They made small talk as they walked the next block, then Mike said, “This is my place.  Have to put Otto in the back yard.”
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