****** The Playhouse by Estella Estella ******
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The Playhouse


"I want Candy to have a playhouse," my father said.

The words were music to my ears because I was a six year old girl and almost
all six year old girls dream of a playhouse, a private place they can call
their own, a place where secrets were exchanged with friends and the discovery
of one's self is accomplished. I heard my mother agree and it was settled.
Fortunately for me my father was an engineer and very competitive with the
other fathers in the neighborhood, and I knew once he agreed to build it, my
playhouse would be the best.

The same winter the playhouse construction was started my dog, Prissy gave
birth to a single puppy. The puppy I named Benji became my obsession for the
next few years. Benji would accompany me to my playhouse everyday and I would
sometimes pretend he was a horse, and other times I would pretend he was a
well-trained show dog. As I began to grow older my interests changed, the
playhouse became more of a storage building and I began to outgrow the games
that Benji and I had once played together. One summer morning when I was
thirteen, my mother announced that she wanted to give away some of the toy
furniture in my playhouse to a friend's child and I would need to clean it out
before she got home from work that afternoon. I was disappointed after hearing
this because I had secretly made plans to go swimming over at my friend
Christie's pool. I had anticipated that day because she had invited some of the
older boys in the neighborhood over and I had been anticipating showing off my
new two-piece bathing suit and my recently developed breasts. I called Christie
and told her that I was not going to make it, and went to my bedroom to change.

As I was changing into a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top I glanced
at my figure in the mirror (something I had been doing a lot lately trying to
get used to the rapid changes my body was undergoing). As I looked at my figure
in the mirror I ran my hands over my firm gently rounded breasts, and with my
fingertips I slowly combed through my pubic hair. The sensation was very
pleasurable. I had made it my morning ritual ever since the school nurse had
passed out the books entitled, "My Body and Me" to all the girls in 7th grade.
The book stated it was normal to observe yourself in the mirror naked and
become aware of your body through touch.

As I started walking to the playhouse Benji ran up to greet me.

"No boy, I'm not out here to play games."

Benji whined and walked away. Feeling guilty about leaving my once truest
friend behind I called to him to join me in the clean-up. Benji eagerly
followed me nuzzling and licking my hand the whole way. As I entered the
playhouse I noticed prizes that I had given my dog mounted on the wall. A
valentine's card that said to Benji from Candy, and I had handwritten, You are
the best dog in the world on it. As I began to clean up I began to remember all
of the fun times that Benji and I had once shared in the playhouse together and
I called him over and hugged him tightly and then I kissed him.

"You have been such a good dog," I said.

Benji licked my leg and jumped up on my leg for me to pat his head. As I patted
him he began to lick my leg feverishly and I felt him nudging at my crotch. The
nudging felt nice so I allowed him to continue for a few moments. The
neighbor's dog was barking in the distance and Benji ran from the playhouse to
join his song. I noticed that my pussy had become moist and tingly from Benji's
nudging and so I unzipped my shorts and ran my finger up and down my tight slit
to relieve some of the throbbing that I had begun to feel. As I was rubbing,
Benji had returned to the playhouse and was very interested in what I was
doing. He smelled the virgin juices on my fingers and began to greedily lap
them clean. I noticed that his penis was protruding from the sheath and I bent
down to get a closer look. I shyly stroked it with my fingertips the same way I
had stroked my cunny earlier that morning. It began to protrude more, and soon
the glistening hard member was fully exposed. I suddenly had this urge to taste
it, so I leaned over and licked it with my tongue much like the way Benji had
licked my leg. It tasted like a mixture of flesh, salt, and angel food cake.
The more I licked it the wetter my pussy became. I decided that I would coax
Benji into nudging my pussy again, but this time I would take off my shorts and
panties. I closed the door to my playhouse to ensure that no one would see what
I was about to do. As I was removing my shorts and panties Benji was already up
and licking my thighs. He pressed his muzzle on my pussy and began to lick it
with his soft pink tongue. The sensation was incredible and my little clit was
hardening more with every stroke. I lay down on the floor and allowed Benji to
lick me deeper that I had ever dreamed, and with each lick, each tongue
penetration I could feel myself reaching orgasm. By now Benji was fully exposed
and his moist red penis was poking my leg. I wanted desperately to rub my
cunnie with that hard pointed tip so I patted my stomach for him to mount me
and I placed the tip next to my clitoris and began to rub it in circular
motions. Benji became more aggressive and began to rapidly thrust his penis
toward my sopping wet cunt, until I finally lost my grip and his piercing hard
cock rammed right into my virgin hole. My pussy was so lubricated that it did
not hurt at all and I began to meet Benji's penis with every stroke until
finally I could not hold out any longer and I came in jolting contractions.
Benji felt my contraction because soon I felt his enormous knot slip inside me
and his hot come spurt all over the rigid hot walls of my vagina. I lay there
with Benji until his knot went down and he was able to pull his wonderful warm
penis from me. He began to lick me again and I had another intense orgasm.

"Candy!!!" It was my mother calling, she was home from work and I had not
cleaned anything. When she questioned what I had done all day I told her that I
had spent time playing with Benji and I had lost track of time. She nodded
approvingly and patted Benji's head. As she patted him I noticed his moist red
tip begin to emerge and the wet spot forming on the front of her slacks.

That summer the playhouse and Benji once again became my obsession.

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