Day 10 - Mr Timmy Meets Miss Coochy
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Story codes: Mdom, Mg11, ped, reluct, best, anal
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Summary: A preteen girl's play becomes her lesson.
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Characters
Timond (Timmy): 17 year old boy, a natural, Form 6
Ginger (Karen): 11 yr old girl, a convert
Cecilia : 19 year old filly in Brother Dolk's stable
Max: Ginger's first dog, small but eager
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#2326 Day 10 22:00 Novum school level 4 boy's dorm Mr. Timond's room -
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Max, or Maxi as Ginger preferred, was sprawled across his palette with his paws in the air laying on his right side. Ginger lay next to him with her face in his genitals licking his balls. Patiently she tried again to move her mouth to the little pink tip that was all she could see of his pointed cock and use her fingers on his saliva slick balls. But she heard the dog growl a little which Timond had taught her meant "don't". She looked up for what Timmy guessed was the fourth time. "I think he would rather just be petted," she announced again sitting up cross-legged and petting his side. "Don't you, boy?" she said with pursed lips. "Yes, you're tired of fucking Gingy, aren't you boy? We did it three times today didn't we? Dis doggy's not horny anymore," Ginger said in her dog imitation voice as she stroked his furry side.
Timmy lowered his toothbrush. "Ginger, I am not going to keep saying this. It's a new routine. Give his cock and balls a good 15 minute lick, then if he doesn't stand you can put yourself down for the night. But you need to show him you're ready and you want it." Stepping closer, he bent over and pushed her head down towards the dog's displayed testicles. "Now get busy like a good bitch."
Just as Timmy was about to resume his brushing, the network system made a buzzing sound, "Filly Cecilia calling from the Brother Dolk's stable," came the building network's announcement.
"Bael, I'll answer it. Put her on," Timmy said putting the hand with the toothbrush behind his back and pulling together his robe.
Ginger looked up from her task to watch the video screen, which she could see it at an angle but legibly. A very pretty frosted blond came into view dressed in a thin black see-through blouse. "Hi. Timmy?" She asked, then put her hand up and coughed into it.
"Yes. That's me. Timond actually. I mean Mr. Timond." Timmy smoothed his robe collar. The girl, about his age, maybe a little older, was so strikingly beautiful, it made him self-conscious.
"Yeah, listen, Mr. Timond, I know Brother Dolk wanted me to come over tonight, but I'm sorry I can't. I came down with something, a cold or the flu, I guess.." She put her hand to her mouth again and delicately coughed again. Her breasts were smooth, round bubbles under the thin, dark semi-transparent fabric that jiggled a little with the cough. "I talked to my master about it and he told me to stay home tonight and re-schedule for next week or sometime when you're not busy, ok? I mean, maybe you could come over here? And I'd be glad to entertain you. All over. Ok?" She didn't look into the camera. She looked beyond her screen, flashed a smile then looked at the screen and coughed into her hand again.
"Sure. No problem. We'll re-schedule. I'll just ... uh... stop in and see the Brother tomorrow," Timmy said casually. "So ... like ... I'll get you later... Bye."
She smiled beyond the screen again and the image dissolved. "Yeah. Bye," she rejoined after her disappearance.
"Shit!" Timond threw his toothbrush onto the counter below his mirror.
Ginger was sitting over Max, moving her hand down his fur, watching everything unfold. "You were looking forward to her, huh? I noticed you made her a favorite before you even did her."
"Yeah. Dumb bitch." Timmy threw himself on to his little bed and grabbed a pad. His robe fell open and Ginger could see his cock laying sadly. Ginger knew what was probably going to happen next. She seen him pissed before. He'd might try to borrow a bitch from another guy in his section and "fuck the shit out of her" or more probably watch videos of some girl and give himself a hand job. Maybe video of the girl he had been planning on. Then Ginger would "clean up".
"What does that mean, entertain you all over?" Ginger suppressed a giggle.
Timmy shrugged, "I donno, dumb bitch. And you gotta cock to take care of, so get busy."
Mr. Timond had been mad at her before but he had never called Ginger a dumb bitch. She assumed now he was referring to the girl from the call.
Ginger suddenly jumped up and went to the side of his bed. Picking up his penis gently between thumb and fingers, she made a tiny voice, "Oh, poooor Mr. Timmy. He's soooo saaad," she spoke to cock's head. Timond had more than once referred to his penis as Mr. Timmy when he was in a playful mood. Ginger found this engagingly human. "Wuu don't get to fuck da dumb bitch, do wu?" Ginger held the cock with thumb and finger and petted the head with a finger from her other hand. "Can Ginger make you happy, Mr. Timmy?" She squeezed the cock's head a little to make the hole in its tip open and close like a little mouth. "No, pwobbwy not. Ginger don't have big fat tits and big fat ass." She made the cock's head twist from side to side between her fingers. "Nooo." This made Timmy chortle a little.
Then Timmy put a hand on her head, "Stop. Your supposed to be sucking Max, not playing with Mr. Timmy."
"Oooh but Mr. Timmy is fun to play with. More fun than sleepy-head Maxi." Ginger put her face closer to the cock. "Aren't wuu weewee fun, Mr. Timmy?" Now she squeezed the tip a little to make it talk and spoke for it, "yess, yai yam!"
Ginger gave the little cock face a kiss. "Hey, I know Mr. Timmy. I want to introduce you to somebody else who's really fun." Now she jumped up on the bed. She was wearing a long yellow t-shirt that went down below her pubes and that said "I fuck dogs" that she had earned by servicing Max. She pulled the shirt up and straddled Timmy's legs. Now Ginger was in major breech of Novum rules, putting herself on a bed, on a male no less, with neither invite nor permission. But in her enthusiasm for the performance, she lost her cognizance of the harsh boundary crossed. For his part, Timmy was entertained, and he pretended not to notice.
She picked up Timmy's cock again, with one hand and with the other, pulled up her t-shirt and pinched her naked pussy lips. "Mr. Timmy, I would like to introduce you to Miss coochy!" Moving her fingers to try to make the lips open and close, she made another high pitched squeaky voice, "Hiya Mister wimmy! I yike to pay yoooo! Wanna come in an pay wif me? Yiy can introduce you to Miss Certix."
Timmy laughed out loud. "Miss Cervix, Miss coochy. You mean Miss CerVix."
"Yeah, dats what yiy said Miss CerVix." Ginger went back to her normal tone, "She will like you, Mr. Timmy." She had released her vulva lips and was petting Mr. Timmy again. "Wanna come in and meet her?" Now she peeked up at Timmy's face. He was smiling.
"I'm afraid Mr. Timmy cannot play with Miss coochy, and he definitely cannot play with Miss Cervix tonight. Miss coochy is too little to play with Mr. Timmy and Mr. Timmy is too big to come in and play with Miss Cervix and she is ... I don't know, too far in, I guess. Now you should get down." He put his hand behind her head, and pulling her down gave her a very unsexy smacking kiss on the forehead.
Ginger pushed up a little and looked at him trying to make a sad face. Putting her hands on either jaw she pulled his face up a little and tried to give him a sexy kiss on the mouth. He opened his mouth and accepted her tongue, but even having had several practice sessions the kiss had the awkwardness of an 11-year-old. So sitting up, she tried to push her pussy lips together again, and making her little voice made it say, "Pweese pway wif meee. Jus a widdle poky poky in da puswusy? How's abouw Mr. Timmy give Miss coochy a kissy?" Ginger pulled the tip of his now slightly hard cock's tip to me her vaginal lips and made a loud smacking sound, "swaaack". Then she tried to push the tip in a little.
"Ginger, that's really not very sexy," Timmy said with a combined smile and frown.
Ginger was staring at the cock and vulva, looked up at Timmy's face and made a disappointed expression. There was a silence, then, "I wanna be sexy like Brother Dolk's filly," she said as she pumped his penis.
Timmy put both hands behind her neck and pulled his face to hers. He put his mouth over hers and pushed his tongue in. He rolled her over, at first against the wall because the bunk was so small, then he rolled her over on to her stomach and sat straddling the back of her thighs.
"What ... ?" Ginger tried to look behind herself and up at him.
But Timmy put his hand on the side of her face and pushed her head down. "Shut up." He pulled a tube of lubricant from his utility belt that hung over his bunk bed. With his left hand he spread her butt cheeks and with his right he shoved the end of the tube tightly into her anus, squeezing as he pulled it out.
"Uh!" Ginger did not expect the result of her playfulness to be sodomy.
"You want me to fuck you now?" Timond looked down at her as he ground into her crotch.
"Well ... uh ... ok. Yes, please," she said breathlessly.
He spread his body over hers, reached under her right and rolled her onto her left side facing out away from the wall, still behind her. The dog, Max, stirred and looked up to see what they were doing. "Oh, Maxi," Ginger said quietly, almost as a plea. Timmy reached down and pulled her right knee up high close to her chest then reaching down guided his cock to slowly but firmly push into her anus. "Oooh, please. Geee. ... eeee"
She tried to move away, pushing her crotch forward, but Timmy held her tightly by the chest with his left arm and with his right pulled her knee up against her stomach to push his cock into her till he felt firmly against her butt. "Hold still. Stop moving away."
"Fuck. It's too big. It really is." Her voice sounded desperate, pleading. "I'm not just saying that cause I'm supposed to. It hurts Mr. Timond. Really."
He had prepped her several times the past week with larger and larger dildos, but he knew this was the largest her anus had taken. "Relax. Stop fighting it."
"I thought you were going to fuck my coochy. Miss coochy wants to meet Mr. Timmy, remember?"
He pulled back a little, then fucked into her all the way and held it. She screamed, "Burns!"
"Quiet down." He put his mouth down close to her ear, "Relax and it won't hurt so much."
The dog stood up troubled by her scream. This man was hurting his bitch. He walked over to them and smelled Ginger's displayed pussy. "It's ok, Max. Go lay down." Timmy said over her shoulder.
The dog ignored him and began to lick her cunt. Timmy scoffed a little. "I think he wants to fuck Ms. coochy."
"Ooooh, please," Ginger whined.
"Hold that up," Timmy said releasing her leg. He reached his hand down under her leg to her crotch and spread her pussy lips with the fingers of his right hand. "Lick it, Maxi. Get your bitch ready to fuck boy." The dog eagerly responded licking the lips with his long tongue.
Now he reached over her leg the other way down to her crotch, pushing his finger into her vagina. She bucked back into him this time, only to be impaled deeper into her anus his cock and made another short scream. The dog looked up and backed away a bit, looking up at Timmy.
"That's ok, Max. Lick your bitch now," he said pushing his finger in deeper in to her vagina then pulling up hard on her pubic bone. The dog moved forward and pushed his tongue in lapping her now copious pussy juice. "Your bitch is gettin sloppy Max. Good boy."
"oooo," Ginger made more sounds of pain and pleasure.
Timmy pushed his finger down so his ring was touching her clit ring. He could see her collar begin to pulse pink and he was so close he could smell the OZ cocktail of drugs that included a sexual stimulant the collar oozed. Timmy had to think. His cock was very hard now and he wanted to fuck cum into her ass but it was more important to manage her with perfect control and not over extend her sphincter muscle. He decided to hold her steady. Pulling his finger out of Ginger's bald little pussy, he drug it along her clit, then V-ed two fingers pulling its lips back to allow the dog's tongue to hungrily go at her clitoris. She tried to lurch back again but Timmy's cock held her in place.
"Ooh stop." She tried to put her hands in front of her to push the dog away. "Don't... is too much." Her collar's electronic sensors and the building network constantly monitoring her detected her physiologically heightened stimulation and the fact that she was nearing orgasm. Her collar started pulsing brightly redder now and faster
Timmy blocked her hands. "Keep your hands away, Ginger. Let him have his pussy."
"oooo"
Suddenly her cunt squirted. This always amazed Timmy. She was so young for that kind of response and now it made the dog go wild. He pushed his tongue in rapidly lapping and Timmy spread her cunt lips wide. Suddenly he felt her ass pulsing around his dick and her collar locked on a bright solid red.
"Oh fuck! Fuck me!" She bucked back against him.
Timmy held her in place as the dog worked eagerly to get every drop. When her collar went from solid to a pulse he made a quick decision pushed her away towards the edge of the little bed. "Get down. Bitch up. He wants to fuck his cunt."
"Oh," she caught the edge of the bunk and tried to stay in the bed.
"Go. Get down and take care of him. I can see the tip of his cock." The dog backed away and Timmy pushed harder as his cock popped out of her asshole. "Bitch up and service him, Ginger."
She reached behind herself and put her hand of the gaping butthole. "It burns."
"Now. Bitch up," he said firmly giving her another push.
She slid on to the floor. "Please, Mr. Timond."
"Show him cunt," Timmy said as he pushed her side away from the bed.
"Aren't you going to fuck me tonight? You didn't even cum." She looked at him with begging eyes and grabbed his arm.
He pulled his arm from her hand and reached down her back to pull the t-shirt up showing her ass and wet pussy to the dog. "Take her, Max," he commanded loud and firm. The dog started licking her again.
Her arms were on the bunk edge. "Please?"
"Shut up, Ginger. Get your head down and your ass up." He pushed her head down between her arms. "Max, take her."
Now the dog moved back a little and jumped up on her back with his front legs. Gripping her sides, he began his rapid humping. "Good boy. Fuck yer bitch." He sat up and pulled one of Ginger's arms off the bed pushing it under her. "Help him find his pussy." He pushed her head even lower.
"Shit," she spat. She started to reach under herself but Max found his target on his own and Ginger reacted by lurching forward and bumping her head on the bed. "Owiey." She grabbed the bed's edge again with both hands. Now the dog started banging her hard.
"Get your head up. I shouldn't have to tell you this now," Timmy said as he lay back down.
"oh," she breathed out a complaint and put her head up to see him. "shit"" she said and closed her eyes.
Her collar began pulsing brighter again. "Fuck," she cursed.
Timmy watched as the dog pounded into her. His cock was still greasy as he wiped it a little staring at the girl getting pounded. Ginger opened her eyes a little, fixing them on Timond's penis but he could see her attention was on the dog cock banging into her. Timmy liked the scene and started seriously pumping his cock to cum.
"Spread a little more and tie him. If you want to get fucked by men, you need to stretch that cunt," he said. Sitting up, he straddled where her hands met the bed's edge. He reached down to pull one of her legs more away from the other, then went back to jerking.
"I thought you were going to fuck me tonight." Her voice was shaky from the dog pounding her. "Oh! ow."
"I'm not ready to fuck you. I will fuck you when I want to, but I don't want to tonight," he pumped his cock in front of her face. "Good boy, Max. Fuck your bitch." He ran his the fingers of his left hand through her long, reddish blond hair, then held them in back of her head as pumped with his right hand.
"Do you want me to suck you?" The dog pulled himself up more to position himself on her back better. "Oh," she reacted to his deeper push into her.
"May I suck you Please, Mr. Timond," Timmy prompted her.
"Sure. May I suck you please, Mr. Timond?" Her collar was beginning to pulse a brighter pink. Timmy could see she was stimulated again. "Ow oh my pussy is getting..." Ginger reflexive pushed forward away from the assaulting dog cock. She dropped her head down between her arms. Timmy reached down under her chin and pulled her head up as he jerked.
"Mr. Maxi, meet Miss Cervix.... Suck? No you just focus getting fucked by your master. Hold steady and make him happy. And stop moving forward. Help him get that knot in. That's what he wants." Timmy continued to jerk. "What a good dog Max. You made little Gingy your bitch 4 times today. Not many dogs at Novum can do that. ... Fuck that pussy boy. ... fill your bitch with doggy cum." If Timmy were wearing a collar his would be flashing red now too. He relished watching the little girl getting pounded by the dog. Her eyes were closed and he could see her mind was in her pussy. The dog's tongue hung out from exhaustion but he was determined to dump a new load. So was Timmy.
Ginger's head had dropped a little and Timmy grabbed her hair with his left hand and pulled it back higher but closer to him. "Open your mouth, Ginger." He aimed his cock towards her mouth. "Open wider." He felt his orgasm clench his crotch. "Take this." His first shot went high onto her nose, but he pumped the rest into her open mouth.
Finally he dropped his cock and reached behind to get a tissue from a box on the shelf behind the bed. He wiped the grease from his phallus and dropped the tissue on the floor. Patting her cheek he said, "Close your mouth. Hold that till he finishes with you. Then you can swallow." Timmy laid back down on the bed. "But wait to till he gets off."
"Mmuph, mmph..." Ginger made some muffled noises as her collar locked on bright red. She was probably cumming again. Normally Timmy liked to reach down and stick his finger in her anus to check if the collar and computer network were making an accurate assessment. Usually it was accurate, but sometimes the software needed fine tuning. But tonight he felt done with managing and sex, and just wanted to sleep.
"When he pulls out you can put yourself to bed but don't make a lot of noise," he said as he pulled his blanket up over himself. "I set your collar so you can touch yourself tonight. You did a good job of fucking today. But no cumming. Can I trust you with that?"
"Mm."
Timmy watched through half closed eyes. Ginger moaned with her mouth closed and was panting through her nose. The dog had stopped banging her but held himself in place. Ginger's collar was beginning to dim rapidly and her head drooped again.
She felt so incredibly tired but she held the dog up and waited for his knot to go down. Shortly she felt the dog's jizm leak under his knot and run down his leg. After a few minutes her arms began to shake. Finally she went down in front with her shoulders and head on the matted floor with her butt still up. "mmmmm" she made a sound of resignation and relief. When the dog's front paws hit the floor, he back off and jerked out, though his knot was not totally down. "Ump" Ginger reacted to the emptiness in her vagina and slid her knees out, her stomach down and one hand between her legs to cup her tortured sex. She lay on the floor. She must have swallowed because Timmy heard her mutter, "Oh my fucking coochy."
Timmy pretended to be asleep but watched the dog step over the girl and walk towards their sleeping pallet. He stepped on the back of her bare leg with his back foot and its claw dug into her soft pale skin. Ginger jerked. "ow" she whined. On the pallet the dog turned himself around once and lay down. First he lifted one back leg and loudly licked his cock sheath and balls clean with his long pink tongue. Then after a minute, he lay stretched out with his chin on his paws and closed his eyes.
Ginger lay quietly for a time, she looked up at Timmy but could not see his face. Finally dragging herself up, she crawled over to lay beside the dog. Ginger pulled her blanket over both herself and the dog and threw her leg over him as usual, still cradling her bald pussy with her hand. Timmy heard her begin to quietly sob. He was considering saying something, when suddenly Ginger crawled out from under the blanket and crawled over to the side Timmy's small bed. She held the side of the bed frame and leaned over Timmy's blanket, her face at his crotch. Timmy felt three little touches of his blanket, he presumed with her lips, then a whisper, "Thank you, sir."
The girl moved back to her place with the dog, slipped under the blanket and repositioned herself along his side and returned her hand to her pussy. Before he lulled into sleep he heard a whisper, "Good bitch."
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