Julie placed her hands in a steeple and studied Michelle 's face as the girl stared at the picture of her mother and the whodunit woman, both naked with their asses in the air, cook for Chico to decide which one to mount.

'' Yes, one of the is your mother, '' Julie said with a smile, `` and who do you think the other one is ? ''

'' Ummm, '' Michelle stammered, studying the photo, `` you ? …. but how ? ... .... what ? ... ... .. where ? ... .... when ? ''

Julie threw back her headspring and laughed at her immature fellow traveller's bewilderment, `` I have known your mother since before you were born, and we have stayed in touch over the years, as we have very similar interests."Julie continued,"a few years back, while your father was on a business head trip and you were away at college, my company had sent me to New York, so I popped up to see your Mum, and she introduced me to Chico. ''

'' So who took the picture ? '' Michelle asked, `` Dad ? ''

Julie snorted with laughter, `` no not your Dad, he thinks he's the only person who knows about your Mom and Marx, and that it was his thought to convince your Mom to try it. There's no easy way to say this, but the reality is, your Mom has been fucking dogs for days. ''

"You're kidding me, right ?"asked Michelle, still in a country of jolt, thinking about her demure mother, successful attorney, and previous Chief Executive of the P.T.A.

Julie just smirked and shook her head, indicating that she was not kidding all.

'' So if Dad didn't take the moving-picture show, who did ? '' Michelle asked quizzically, still staring at her mom's bald slit and spread ass, and Leonard Marx's hungry face in the moving-picture show.

'' You remember your neighbor, the widow, Mrs Brown, or White, I think. '' Julie said, trying to remember the womanhood's figure, but only recalling it was a people of colour.

"Mrs Henry Graham Greene ?"Michelle yelled out in shock. `` Not snobby, old Mrs Greene, who used to walk her dyad of bloodline Dalmatians around the neighborhood with her nose so gamey in the air it looked like a shark fin ?"Michelle 's voice trailed off as she was trying to picture the old woman in a sexual way, `` No way ! She didn't ... did she ? ''

Julie smiled like the cat that had ate the stoolpigeon as she said, `` Oh, she most certainly did. Both of them, one right after the other, although it was a closely guard secret that only your mother and the relaxation of us in the DS society knew. ''

'' DS guild ? '' Michelle asked.

'' Yes, the Dog Shaggers order, '' Julie replied with a giggle, having come up with the social club epithet herself almost 30 age ago, `` most have been acquaintance since college and we have shared many things over the years, from boyfriends, to dogs, to boyfriend 's hound, and have always kept it secret from the men in our various life history. Over clock time, the club has grown and decreased as members have come and gone, but we always remained true to each other. ''

"Let me estimate,"said Michelle sarcastically,"the first rule of DS Club was, ‘ you don't talk about DS Club !'” paraphrasing the famous quotation mark from the motion-picture show Fight Club.

"Brilliant !"Julie responded in her lyrically English dialect, unaware of the source of the inverted comma,"and the but reason I'm telling you any of this, is that you're the fresh member of the club."

Michelle started to connect the pane as she looked at Julie 's face, realising now that it had all been an act between her female parent and Julie about not knowing each early, and then she got to question about how a good deal of what happened was pre planned. Before she could talk however, Julie read her like a book and continued. `` Your female parent phoned me before you and your Dad arrived, and she told me she was sending Chico over with you, and asked me to reckon after him for her. She also asked to see if you were similarly inclined, and having witnessed your actions in the kitchen, I knew you were. When the remainder of the women at the club saw the latest television of you performing with Chico, they confirmed that you clearly had the pyrexia, and that you were a raw Born dog shagger. '' Michelle blushed deeply as she realised that her performance on the patio with Marx had been seen by the many cleaning woman of the DS Club, trying to suppose which of her mother 's protagonist and neighbours were also in the group.

'' So if you have known my mother for that retentive, there must be some juicy fib you can secern me about her past, '' Michelle asked, feeling herself get wet at the thought of her prim and proper mother's brassy acts of debauchery.

"When she married your father,"Julie reminisced,"I couldn't attend the nuptials, but did attend the hen party the hebdomad before, and that was a wild night, a very state of nature couple of Nox indeed. '' Julie smiled at seeing her young Quaker wiggle in her chair, simultaneously desiring the gory particular of the story, while wishing she did not know this scruffy side of her mother's personal aliveness.

'' Please tell me, please tell me, '' said Michelle begged in a voice like a child at Christmas, demanding she be allowed to unfold her presents early, excited about be capable to learn something about her mother 's kinky yesteryear.

'' OK, '' said Julie, deliberately drawing out the anticipation, `` but before I tell the history, there are some rules to which you must agree. ''

Michelle eagerly nodded her point in response.

Julie went on,"first, you don't breath a word to anyone who is not named in the account. ''

"crown of thorns my heart,"Michelle quickly replied, tracing an"X"over her left breast, her nipple clearly visible through her thin top.

"Second,"Julie said, and paused dramatically, watching Michelle's excitement and impatience clearly growing, before breaking the secretiveness, `` for the duration of the story, you will be naked with the dog dildo inside of you, but you may not cum until I give you license. ''

Michelle was so turned on that she shed her clothes in disk time, before she realised that her dog dildo was still at home, in her bedroom. She bent to pick up her strewn clothes, so she could set quickly and run to the firm, and physically jumped as Julie barked, `` DID I TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD GET DRESSED ? ''

'' But… but.., '' stammered Michelle, holding her black yoga pants to her chest in a feeble attempt to cut through her dead body, `` I am raw and the great unwashed might see me when I go back to my theatre. ''

Julie nodded and smiled unsympathetically, `` Then it's best if you are speedy about it, unless of grade, you do n't require to hear the floor. ''

Michelle blushed, then peeked around the doorway, scanning Julie 's large back garden. She surveyed the landscape between the two cottage, planning out the fastest route that also provided the most cover, should anyone happen by. Praying that her father hadn't come household, Michelle ran like a fleet footed deer along her strategic path, darting her head from side to side to earn certain she was not seen. When she reached the door of her cottage, she didn't even get to to listen for her male parent, and burst into the kitchen and up to her chamber, taking the stairs two at a time. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as she closed her bedroom room access behind her and leaned against it, taking a second to arrest her breathing time. She made a beeline to bedside table and pulled open the drawer, her small breasts still rising and falling rapidly, as she tried to control her breathing."shag !"she yelled loudly, as she slipped her mitt under the pile of step-in to the back left corner of the drawer, where the dildo should sustain been. She started frantically tearing her underwear out of the drawer, until she was standing amid her strewn panties, staring into an empty draftsman. She was certain that the shoemaker's last clock time she used the dog dildo she had carefully hidden back in her top drawer, but now it was gone. In a panic, she emptied the mental object of the adjacent drawer down, adding her bras to the multi-coloured hatful of undergarment on the floor, again without locating the dildo. She repeated the process with the remaining underdrawers, until her room looked like a bomb had hit it.

Sobbing with foiling and concern, Michelle was startled by the mild buzz of the secret earpiece Julie had given her, beckoning to her from under her pillow. She grabbed the earpiece and clicked on the new message icon, and stared indignantly at the pic of her dog dildo sitting on Julie 's kitchen table above the message, 'Looking for something ? ; )'

'' kick ! '' Michelle exclaimed, and the phone buzzed again, as if it heard her.

"I may be a bitch, but I am not YOUR gripe, so you will WALK back to my house SLOWLY ... NOW !'

Michelle looked up to the corner of her elbow room where the camera was hidden, and resisted the urge to interchange it off. She wrestled with the emotions running through her brainiac, her tactual sensation for Julie, her desire to screw Sir Thomas More about the enigma face of her female parent, and the pure lust that Julie and Chico had let loose inside her. As she turned toward the room access, she felt the wetness between her legs, and reluctantly, yet obediently, opened the door and started the slow walk of life back to Julie 's kitchen.

About Midway between the two bungalow, Chico burst out of a George W. Bush and ran joyfully towards his Mistress, sniffing and poking his nose into Michelle 's fork as she walked. Every so often Leonard Marx's spit would dart out at Michelle 's pussycat, trying to work out at her succus that were collecting on her engorged labia, and she couldn't help herself but to block off and let him take a lilliputian salt lick, unconcerned about who may be watching. By the clip she reached Julie 's bungalow, Michelle was soaked, and could palpate the juice running down her internal second joint. Chico was licking at her frantically, drawn to the strong smell of his Whitney Young bitch in passion, and he couldn't understand why she had n't yet assumed the position so he could ride her.

Michelle tried turning the handle, but to her surprisal, the door was now locked. The yellow muggy eminence stuck to the room access caught her eye, which simply commanded, 'the veranda .'Michelle walked around the corner and saw Julie sitting at a wrought iron terrace mesa, sipping tea from a soft Red China cup, the pot beside her steaming gently. Gone were the effortless swither & top Julie was wearing when Michelle started her naked odyssey. Julie was now dressed in a manner that Michelle had never seen before. The black leather dress seemed mold to her soundbox and the battalion of glazed sword zip which adorned the dress, led Michelle to wonder, ‘ if all were undone, would the attire would simply go down to floor in bit ?'

The zipper running up the front man of the dress was fully untie, giving Michelle a view of the forebode land that lay concealed in shadows. But what really got Michelle's beat racing were the stiletto heeled, dark leather boots that rose past Julie 's articulatio genus, and stopped half way up her thigh. Michelle drank in the view before her with a tarriance, prurient look, and could palpate the warmth between her thighs increasing, as her eyes darted between the shimmering leather and the red dog dildo, which sat on the table beside to the steaming teapot. Smelling her increased arousal, Leonard Marx poked at Michelle with his nose, but she hastily pushed him away, her focus and attention fully captured by her leather clad neighbour.

Julie had not yet acknowledged Michelle's arriver, as she was engrossed in a Skype conversation she was having on her tablet, which was propped up on its tie-up, with a familiar looking book that was open beside it.

‘ My diary ? ? ! !'Michelle silently screamed inside her question, as her spunk leapt into her pharynx at the realization that Julie had been reading her personal journal.

'' One bit dearest, she is here now, so I will mouth to her about what I have found, '' Julie said to the spiritual world mortal on the other side of the internet, then turned and locked eyes with Michelle with a stare that seemed to fathom to her very soulfulness. Julie 's long fingernail slowly tapped and caressed the record book, and purred with a wicked smiling, `` I see you like to indite, and have quite a vivid imagination. '' Julie stressed the word ‘ vivid'in a fashion that set Michelle frantically wracking her psyche as to which journal entry Julie was referring. Then it dawned on her, the Night she was caught fucking Chico by her parents, and she was so pissed at Julie sneaking out unseen leaving her to cover with her furious parents alone. Michelle felt herself colouration from her toes to the roots of her hair, as she recalled the fiery lines she had written. Michelle opened her mouth to verbalize, but Julie raised a finger to her lips, indicating quiet.

'' Oh please, allow me, '' Julie sarcastically offered, `` I am sure we both would like to hear this, '' as she nodded to Skype conversation still active on the tab. Julie cleared her pharynx theatrically and read Michelle's words aloud, ``'I would love to piss my neighbour Julie cartoon strip before me and force her to promenade around naked like a worthless whore. Then demand that she fingers her own slutty puss until her finger are slick with her juices. Then I would lie with her with the strap-on that K gave me, rag her like a kick, slapping that unfaltering tweed ass until she begged for mercifulness. ''

'' Should I go on ? '' Julie inquired with a half smile, as Michelle attempted to stammer out a reply, before Julie again held her digit to her brim, `` still child, I'm dying to get out if I might enjoy being a worthless fancy woman. ''

Julie closed the diary and smiled sweetly at Michelle, before pressing the camera direction icon push button on the tablet. `` What I have just done, '' Julie explained with another wicked grinning, `` is enable the forward facing tv camera, so you should probably smile because you are now broadcasting, and I'm sure you're wondering to who, or rather to whom ? '' Julie laughed quietly at her own quip, before continuing, `` It's undecomposed that your faithful pup Chico has followed you, as it saves me calling him or you using the dog dildo, '' pointing to the enceinte angry red safety dog dick sitting on the board.

Julie 's voice suddenly hardened, her words cracking like the bunco of a whip, `` Now Danton True Young lady, you have a choice. You will perform with Chico, and if it 's good, then the only one who will see this broadcast is the person at the other end of this conversation. If it's codswallop however, halfhearted in any way, then I will stream this niggling vignette to the internet and let the viewing world settle your ultimate fate. ''

'' You ca n't ! '' Michelle demanded in one final salvo of defiance, `` if I refuse to comply, all you will take is a tedious video of a me standing here naked, which is no biggie, '' as she folded her arms under her pert breasts and stared back boldly, with what she hoped was an equally hardened look.

Julie threw her head back and roared with laughter and then glanced at the camera and said, `` my, my, my, your young woman has spirit. '' She turned to Michelle and added, `` who said anything about ‘ this ’,"waving her paw around the veranda,"I was referring to your performance with Chico on your terrace yesterday, and before you ask, yes the video is locked and loaded, so if I do n't click the deletion code, it will be released to the cyberspace automatically in ..., '' glancing at the Tag Heuer on her wrist, `` 58 arcminute exactly. ''

As Michelle listened to her pick with horror, she realised she was trapped, and in a Greco-Roman ‘ damned if she did, and damned if she didn't'situation. She slowly sunk to her articulatio genus and looked up at Julie with a leave office facial expression on her face. Fully aware that she was now on camera, Michelle assumed the position, dropping her shoulder to the deck, and putting her ass eminent into the air. Despite the dire situation, she knew in her nub that Julie would never deliberately hurt her, but whether she would shame her seemed to be an entirely different enquiry.

The air was warm and Chico could sense the excitement emanating from Michelle 's pussy and as if sensing the palpable tension he tentatively stuck out his rough tongue and took a retentive salt lick of Michelle 's pussy. The loud groan of pleasure that escaped Michelle's lips at finally having contact on her aching vagina told him everything he needed to jazz, and Chico started to lick his young bitch in earnest causing Michelle to pant with joy. Never one to do anything half-assed Michelle decided that if she was going to be exposed as a dog slut then she would be the scoop goddamn dog hussy on the internet, and she looked directly into the camera and moaned `` oh yes Chico ... lick my puss ... your tongue flavour sooooooo well. ''

Julie smiled encouragingly at Michelle and then glanced at the projection screen, to see the reflection on the woman's nerve who was watching the activeness on the other end. As the majority of the cover was filled with the images of Michelle pushing herself against Marx's probing knife, Julie could say by the look of sheer bliss on Skype mate's look, that she was excited by what she was seeing. While the small insert of her guest's figure only showed her principal and shoulders, by the position and movements of her arms, it was evident that her bridge player was down between her wooden leg, pleasuring herself as she watched Michelle being licked by Leonard Marx. Julie glanced back at the action mechanism on the veranda and could see that Chico was now visibly aroused, his red dick hanging from its sheath and dripping watery precum. `` Mitchie, I think your dog needs attention, '' Julie sang to Michelle, while nodding towards Chico. Michelle turned her drumhead to see his dripping cock, and crawled under him, taking him into her rima oris and carefully sucking the veiny red peter, swallowing the copious amounts of watery fluid that flowed into her mouth. Looking back at the tablet, the woman on screen had given up any pretence of modesty, and had placed her feet up on the desk, slowly fucking herself with a dog dildo that was very exchangeable to the one that sat on the table next to Julie.

Chico broke free of Michelle 's mouth and started to dance behind her, trying to get into position to mount his bitch. Michelle steadied herself on her forearms and pushed her ass up in the air, knowing that the camera would be getting a full vista of her wet and open pussy inviting Chico to fill it with his throbbing dog cock. In a totally wanton display she reached between her legs and pulled her puss lips further apart and moaned, `` jump on me Chico ... fuck my brains out ... take me like a dog slut I was born to be. '' As if he understood English Marx leapt onto Michelle 's spine and jabbed wildly at her with his angry red cock. When he finally found his mark he buried his dick fully inside her with a single violent knife thrust causing the air to explode from Michelle 's lungs with a whoosh.

Michelle struggled to catch her breath, as Julie 's previous words to her Skype partner reran through her psyche like a thunderbolt ... 'your girl has spirit ... YOUR GIRL has spirit .'

Finally realising who was watching this buck private Skype stream, Michelle moaned a unity one countersign, as Leonard Marx's greyback slid inside her, `` Mom ? ''

Julie 's laughter tinkled through the air as Michelle rocked back against Leonard Marx, moaning in double-dyed ecstasy as Chico fucked her to her first off sexual climax. `` Looks like you have been rumbled, Sarah, '' Julie smiled at the lozenge, as she watched her aliveness long admirer and co-conspirator bring herself to a culmination almost simultaneously with her daughter.

A little while later Chico disengaged himself from Michelle with a plop and a river of cum flowed out of her knock about twat. Exhausted and in a commonwealth of mail orgasmic seventh heaven Michelle crawled to Julie 's feet, laying her oral sex in the older cleaning lady's lap which enabled her to see the screen. Chico's head teacher was cradled in Michelle's lap and every so often he would plow and take a retentive lick at her pussy making her squeal with pleasure.

'' Do n't you need to defuse that web bomb thing ? '' Michelle asked in a sleepy-eyed voice a little anxiously now the reality of being splattered all over the internet started to sink in. To her surprise the fit of laughter that she heard in response was actually coming from her mother on the blind.

'' You are a bad fair sex, Julie Cookie, pulling that old trick on her, '' Sarah said grin, before saying to Michelle, `` there is no net turkey, silly girl. When she tricked me there was no film in the photographic camera, I guess she modified the threat for Modern technology. '' Julie smiled at them both as Sarah continued to address her girl, `` Julie, bless her heart, agreed to help oneself me get you involved with Leonard Marx, and I suggested she use the same approximation she did with me all those years ago. ''

'' I should have videoed you both, '' Julie laughed, `` would deliver made a fortune off your episode on your hen night in United Mexican States, Sarah, how many was it again ? ''

'' still woman, '' Sarah laughed, `` not like you were shy in coming forward, I seem to recall, but we do n't ask to let the cat out of the bag about it. ''

'' Oh but we do, '' Julie smiled, `` after all, I promised Mitchie here a story and since she kept up her end of the deal, a story she shall receive. ''

Sarah blushed deeply down to her roots, and her daughter wiggled in delight, as Julie began recounting the story from almost three decennary prior, `` Once upon a time, a long long prison term ago, in a land called Mexico, there were these two fair maidens… ''