Tales Of Laney R


quixotic Memories of Lucy Craft Laney R. ( first in a serial publication )

By Rodgerthedodger

MffBest Winsome Brigham Young Lucy Craft Laney R. her outflank champion, her side by side door neighbor and his dog who she helps out ; then He"helps"her out learning of joy in lifespan ! A truthful story.

It was innocent enough, that is, in the source. Later I lost my artlessness and found intimate pleasures beyond my ambition. My adjacent door neighbour, Jim, was away from menage."Would I help with his garden and his dog while he was gone ?"Of course of instruction, I would. What are neighbors for ? So after school day I attended to his garden and his dog, did my homework at his kitchen table, and learned about lifetime as it turned out : some of life sentence's joyousness that still turn me on after these years.

I was at a peculiar age, 16, the age of consent in England. And lived in a rural area of Cambridgeshire. I didn't know to what I was supposed to ‘ consent'to but that was the law. Even so, I was at 16, an inexperienced person, winsome lass. Petite, pretty, blond, buoyant breast in their other budding. I was proud of my shape and looks. I had learned about some intimate things earlier when riding and straddling a very large horse. There was some bleeding ; my Mum took me to her Dr.. It was the number 1 fourth dimension I had fingerbreadth in my fanny ; it's what I called it then, an exciting, nervous time with my raw privates being examined, and, yes, probed by a man ; even though he was Mum's doctor his fingers started me going. My hint got forgetful and I closed my eye, letting out an audible gasp. I wonder if Mum had heard me. I covered my rima oris as I took another mysterious breath. I looked at the Doctor of the Church and he smiled and removed his finger. He had started something and I didn't desire his digit gone.

Later that nighttime, in bed, I used a hairbrush handle to finish what the"naughty"doctor had started. I wondered if he knew the ardor he lit in me. I had never known that first a sawbuck, then a physician's finger, and then, finally, later that night under my bed covers, that a hairbrush would have my legs shake and my physical structure come alert ; finishing what the doctor had started. It was an burst forth joy and I wanted more. Not horses or, maybe not doctors, but hairbrushes or other thing ! I was learning some exciting matter in lifespan but there was more to come, as I am telling you. After the medico sojourn I got ‘ more'every chance I had with hairbrushes and other things.

But, back to the story of my neighbor, Jim. That first-class honours degree day after school I went inside his house and fed the dog. I did a little gardening and then sat at the kitchen table to do my homework. It was quiet that afternoon, just the clock ticking and the dog licking at his water pipe bowl. I looked over at him and began my written report. After awhile, doggie came over and sat near my legs, his tongue out and panting. I looked down at him, a little pink tip of his cock was sticking out of his case ! I had never seen a hammer before, or any former for that matter except Dad's by fortuity, only the fastest glimpse mind you, once or twice when he was in the loo. But barker, uninhibited, sat there, panting and the tip of his doggie cock pulsing out of its sheath. It was fascinating to watch and I put down my pencil. It was like he was smiling at me, showing off his manhood. Then he licked my articulatio talocruralis several times. I must have tasted soundly as he kept licking and with each lick his dick seemed to grow. An amazing thing to watch and his warm clapper on my ankle felt good.

I reached down and petted his read/write head :"goodness dog,"I said as he continued his licks and I went back to my preparation. But not for long. It was dazed and amiss but that doggie spit was arousing my backside. Speaking of password, my lady friend and I would tattle about boys and affair and dirty words, as we called them, including the word"fanny."My skilful girl, Varda, laughed when I told her what the doctor had done to my"fanny."“ Silly !"she had said,"that's such an old word. We call our private division unlike things now. Words like ‘ pussy'and ‘ cunt or cunny'and ‘ minge,'even"‘ vagina !'” By whatever word it was a exceptional and exciting function for me indeed. I was getting an instruction in many ways.

Anyway, what I called my private parts was the farthermost thing from my creative thinker as doggie was concentrating his tongue on my leg and now my calf. He was arousing me. It was naughty, I knew that practically, but it felt respectable and I began to tingle and then I didn't want him to hold on. He wasn't satisfied with my ankle and calfskin and started far up my leg and sniffing loudly, a lilliputian whine. I knew I was getting moist and he must have caught my scent. Then I came to realness and pushed him down. He wouldn't take that thrust as any solvent and climbed up, nosing under my curt purple school skirt to the source of that odour. I pushed at him again but my soundbox was saying ‘ No don't pushing him off. It feels good. He wants more. Let him have more.'

There were quiet noises in Jim's kitchen, the clock ticking, the sound of the dog's tongue on me, his lap, lap, overlapping and my respiration, taking rich breaths. It was very wrong. I couldn't help myself and I opened my legs for the dog. He was all the way under my dress, his nose poking my scanty and his spit licking my bare flesh on either side. He was frenetic, letting out short whines and I was out of hint, softly patting his head under my skirt. My Mum and Dad were both gone until later. We were alone in the kitchen, just pooch, his hot lingua and me and I pushed him away for only so long as I needed to lease off my step-in !

I lifted my skirt so I was bare at the waist. I didn't need to do any to a greater extent than that and bow-wow was at me again. This time without any bird or panties in the way. I was open and hot and I felt my cunt. It seemed the right Word of God to use for my juicy dead body just then was on fire. I wanted licking. I didn't concern. My cunt was wet and cook. I ran my digit over my bitch back talk ; I was slippery and shivered to my touch. I patted doggie's head. His nozzle was frigidity and it shocked me. I jolted. His nose was nudging my clit as he licked. I thought I would cry out. This was too soundly ; his spit licking inside me now. I must have tasted good because he was frantic and dancing on his hind legs. I looked down. His red hammer was halfway out and all because of me. It was an energise scene and I was excited. doggie, too.

Now I was seeing the physician's fount, smiling and his finger. He must have known he sent chills in me when I had let out a flash gasp. And Mum was just on the other side of the little pall ! I saw him smiling again and was under the covers that night with my fuzz brush. I was back in the kitchen being very naughty. I was patting the nous of a pooch licking my puss and I let out a loud gasp and pulled his head closer. He couldn't get enough and I groaned this time. He was licking both sides of me and my clitoris and with each lick his olfactory organ was teasing.

I scooted down more on my chair. My legs were trembling and tears were on my impertinence, hands smoothing my legs, feeling his tongue at body of work, pulling my cunt lips open, ‘ lick me you dog you'patting his principal, hoping he would never stop. It was the best climax I had ever had, nothing like that old hairbrush, and it was all so spontaneous and delicious and heavenly and I was in my own quiet heaven and ultimate female bliss. I couldn't breathe or conceive. All I needed was to feel, spirit ! I had to push him down. I was finished. I couldn't take it any more ; finally resting in the quiet kitchen ; pushing down my skirt, looking down at bow-wow who was sitting there now at my feet licking his beautiful cock. I covered my cunt with my hands ; it had been on fervour ; I couldn't believe the strength of it all and fingered myself slightly, softly. I was puffy, my hirsute curls were wet and held myself, squeezing my branch, pressing my fingers inside, giving me a last short oink and shiver ; I closed my eyes and sighed. It was so quiet.

I brushed the wet from my brass and got back my breath. I hadn't finished my homework but I was finished and slipped into my pantie."What a blue dog,"I said, laughing to myself as I was naughty, too ; very naughty. It was the salutary prison term of my life, to that stop. I couldn't wait for schooltime to end the next day when I would be back to guide charge of doggie and maybe, probably, definitely, have him take guardianship of me. I would insist on it !

Jim would be away a few to a greater extent days ; maybe he would persist away longer. I sure hoped he took his time getting back. I was also a petty scared. I mean dogs are what are called"dumb animals"and have no good sense of correctitude or any discreetness at all. What if, when Jim got back, and I was there and doggie was there. What if ? Seriously. What if ?

In the interim, I made sure I was at Jim's house each day after school and on the weekends for my natural process. Doggie and I became best Friend. It was so relaxing and all. One day, walking menage with my honest acquaintance, Varda, I left her at the pavement and walked to Jim's forepart door."Why are you blushing Laney ?"asked Varda and I got more red in the boldness. I was already wet in anticipation and Varda wasn't stupid."You want to total inside with me and rule out ?"I said, suddenly being bold."Sure"she said and we walked inside together.

I put food and urine for the dog and the two of us sat at the kitchen table. Doggie, no-discretion barker, was right at my articulatio talocruralis. He knew our routine and the mien of Varda meant nil to him. At that moment I knew I might not see much of Jim when he got back. His dog would quickly divulge our secret but, well, Varda was my very salutary and closest admirer. We talked of male child and the words for our privates and just about everything else. This was too ripe a secret not to share.

"hope not to tell ?"I asked. Varda nodded."I mean really, truly promise ?"“ Go on,"she said,"tell me."I looked her in the center and knew she would keep our secret."I don't need to secern you,"I said,"all you have to do is watch."Doggie was already at my side, licking my ankle and sniffing loudly."Look under the mesa, Varda,"I said and she did."He's just licking your ankle Laney,"she said,"what's the big deal."“ Be patient,"I said. I was getting that dreamy spirit. Even more dreamy with my best friend observance. She kept looking under the table and then up at me and then under the table.

I was scared. Maybe I was doing too often."promise ?"I said."Stop it. You know I won't tell."Varda looked at the dog, looked at me ; I knew my boldness were reddish from the shot, the thrashing, being watched."Okay,"I said, my lips trembling a little, my breathing getting deep."Okay."I scooted down on my chairperson and opened my legs. I was naked, as common, and I heard Varda suck in her hint and kind of whisper :"Laney…what ?"I stared at her. The ‘ you promised,'stare ! Then it was too late as doggie was on my calf, licking my genu and licking my thigh. I lifted my skirt to my waist and looked at Varda again. Her centre were big. She could see the lenient down of my minge, and my raw cunny, password she had taught me. It was my turn to teach her something she never would consume guessed and patted my tummy. I didn't need to. Doggie knew it was time for his low temperature olfactory organ and hot tongue.

The slurping began in earnest and soon my legs were shaking, my eyes closed, I was somewhere else, tear and moan and little oink. Gasping and my peg shaking all right in nominal head of Varda. I din't charge I was lost now in feelings. I looked at her in mid-climax and what a plenty. She had her skirt up and was inside her panty. Her eyes were fluttering. Then,"Varda !"I said. She sat up and we smiled."wish some of doggie ?"I asked thinking she might call me a perv or something. The something she said was nothing, just nodding her head.

"Get nude,"I said and she stood and slipped off her scanty, lifted her dame to her waistline and sat on the edge of her president. doggy was off me and licking himself. I went over to Varda and made a noise, patting her stifle. It got the dog's tending and he was soon sniffing in the air for Varda ; licking her knee and thigh. His red cock was out again and he was nuzzling my best friend.

Varda jumped at the low gear punch and jumped again as his coldness nose hit her."God,"was all she said and the licking began. doggie had a lot of stamina I was thinking because he was frantic for Varda right away."God !"she said again,"lick me you dirty dog,"and he did and she was petting him, petting herself and letting out grunts of pleasure.

It was pipe down in Jim's kitchen again and we sat opposite each other."I can't believe it,"she said,"that was so good. punter than unspoiled. Much, much, better. How did that go on ?"I told Varda my write up and after that, until Jim came back, the two of us couldn't postponement to inspect his theater after school.

Then Jim came home. That first off afternoon I thought about limiting my visits, making them quick and business-like or maybe not at all as I was afraid Jim would acquire what a juicy girl I was. But I did go that first good afternoon, fed the dog, which immediately was excited to see me."Did he put out you when I was gone ? Jim asked."No,"I said but my typeface was read and the barker was at my ankle."He seems to like you,"Jim said. I'm certainly my face was beet red."Yes,"I said,"we got along just fine."The stupid dog wouldn't leave me alone right in front of Jim."Would you like a drink ?"he asked."No,"I said,"I'd better be going."I walked toward the door, Jim said :"Please check for a few hour and blab out with me."I turned and nodded."I guess I'd like a drink then,"I said. I was very afraid. Just a short boozing and I would go. It didn't turn out that way.

barker was nosing around me and whining. He wanted to have our common lick and didn't know what was happening. I wanted it too but obviously not in social movement of my neighbor. Varda was one matter but not my neighbor."He seems to really like you,"Jim said,"You must have taken dear aid of him."If only he knew."You're sure he didn't trouble you ?"Jim wouldn't let the subject go and I began to enquire."Sometimes he bothered my wife."I looked at Jim then and he smiled that knowing kind of smiling."Will I see you tomorrow, Laney ? Please ?"I nodded, finished my drink, didn't know if I would be back. It was embarrassing. On the walk home base I thought it over and decided I wouldn't go back. I'd keep my secret and it was just an interlude that I would try to forget.

Next day at school I told Varda that Jim had returned and I thought he had guessed about the dog and me."I can't go back there,"I said."Laney,"Varda said,"are you indisputable ?"It was my good turn to nod and then shoal was over ; Varda and I walked home, right past times Jim's house. I saw him on his porch and waived. He waived back and I waived to Varda as she walked on. My mind was a fuzz as I walked to my house. Then I stopped and thought about matter. Jim was a nice man and lonely and it wasn't the dog's fault, it was mine. What to do ? I stood there and thought it over. It would be okay. I would just push the dog away until he got the message. I kind of had promised Jim I would see him, hadn't I ?

I turned around and walked back. There was Jim on the porch, smiling and greeting me. We walked inside together. I was full of good intentions. I was a good girl and would instruct the dog to leave me alone. The threshold closed behind us and Jim was making us a drink. My parents wouldn't be back until later. Jim said :"seed into the living room and we can watch a movie. It's called ‘ fair sex in lovemaking'and I think you'll like it."He turned on the TV and the VCR and we sat on the couch. The film was about two women and they began getting close with each early, kissing. I was shocked but curious. As the movie continued I sat closer to Jim and his arm was against mine. The cleaning woman were doing to a greater extent than cuddling. There were some magazines on the coffee tabular array."Would you like to see one ?"Jim asked and reached for one that was full moon of pictures of cleaning lady in various airs. It was a Swedish magazine and an eye-opener for me, as the women were naked and very pretty. Their kitty-cat hair showed."Maybe you're too young,"Jim said. But now I was turning the varlet and getting relaxed in his living way. His arm felt practiced on me.

I was turning the pages and watching the movie. I stopped at one page. It was a picture of a char, on her knee joint, and a dog on top of her."Maybe you shouldn't looking at at that one,"Jim said,"it's naughty."I pushed against him."It's okay,"I said. I hadn't noticed his dog who had come into the living room and now was licking my ankle and calf. I pushed him down saying"Bad dog."“ It's okay,"Jim said, and then said :"I know. He used to bother my wife sometimes."

With all of the movie of the two women, the picture of the cleaning lady with a dog, Jim's pooch licking my calf, I was aroused and not really paying attention to everything else but Jim's hand was around my shoulder, I had leaned in to cuddle a slight. Except for the sounds from the telly it was very intimate. I realized Jim was testing me ; the picture, the magazine publisher, the dog, his arm. I didn't move away from him but got closer. I had passed the test and was feeling tender and moist. I pushed the dog down again."No,"said Jim,"let him."

Jim's hand was on top of my breast and feeling. I was in a state of disarray with all the temptations and my consistency was relaxing and consenting to all of this. I patted the dog's head and he looked up. Jim was somehow inside my blouse now and feeling my bare breast and nipple. I had gone yesteryear stopping him or the dog or any of it. I wanted to continue. His paw was affectionate and felt so adept, finger feeling my strong tit. Now somehow my blouse was off and the dog was under my skirt ; that cold nose.

"Take off your dress, Laney, it's in the way and you don't want it wrinkled,"he said. I stood and soon my panties were off, too. I sat down, my hand resting on Jim's gasp. He was clay and I squeezed on it. I knew it ws faulty to squeeze but it all was so instinctive. I was naked, the dog, his finger on my nipples."You too,"I said and he lifted out of his pants. I pushed down and released his tool, putting my hand around it, feeling it and stroking very fast."Not so fast,"he said,"we're not in a race."I slowed my stroking and felt the wet tip of him, smoothing the wet oozing over the fountainhead of his cock. He flexed and it was his number to moan. We were both moaning. The bow-wow was at me with his intrude bumping on my clit and his hot tongue licking my cunt. Jim was feeling and sucking my mamilla. We were both somewhere else. I glanced at the screen and the two women were surely in beloved. My ramification started shaking and Jim got tense and came, spurting all over my hand just as the dog was making me cum hard, so hard I cried. Jim kissed me some more and I leaned over and licked him sportsmanlike. He was soft now and I was still coming down.

"Maybe we shouldn't have done that,"he said,"I hope it didn't scare you."I didn't say anything except, with my wearing apparel back on, I smiled at Jim and asked :"Can I total see you tomorrow ?"His font was beaming with a wonderful smile. The dog was in the corner licking himself. My whole consistency was alive and now I finally knew what"consenting"was all about. My human knee were weak as I walked home. It was dark by then but my parents weren't home yet and I went inside and cleaned up. I opened the dresser drawer and saw my old honest tomentum brush and smiled. Those were the 24-hour interval but this is now. And so a good deal respectable !
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