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The Puppy

   The moon was full. It was a warm night. I was sitting in the floor,
eating pizza, watching a movie, and playing with our new puppy.
   I was surprised to hear a knock on the door. Wondering who the hell
would be knocking on my door at midnight, I went to the door and
looked out. It was Sherry, my next door neighbor's 15-year-old
daughter. And also a pretty good friend, and occasional lover. I let
her in, of course.
   Sitting down, we both played with the pup for awhile, polishing off
the pizza, as well. We chatted for a while, and she told me she was
just feeling sorta down, and just wanted some company, and would I
hold her, please?
   Settling back against the sofa, I held her, and we watched TV for
awhile. She seemed relaxed and happy, and I was relaxing, myself.
   I've always loved the smell of Sherry's hair, and indulged myself
by breathing deep, savoring the aroma. She sighed, cuddling closer.
   The pup went to sleep in the corner, while we watched TV. I leaned
close to whisper in her ear, I don't remember what, but she turned to
look at me as I did. Our lips met, and there was an electric spark.
Suddenly, we were both having a lot of trouble breathing. It had
suddenly gotten a lot warmer in that room.
   She reached up, and turned off the light and the TV (remotes are
truly wondrous inventions.)
   Cuddling close into my arms, she just sat there, gazing at me, as I
gazed at her.
   She saw something that is best left to the imagination. Suffice it
to say that I'm not quite Quasimodo, but definitely a relative.
   I saw a blonde, tanned, beautiful 15 year-old, with 34C-26-30
measurements. I knew from prior experience that she was a natural
blonde, although her hair was almost white, it was so pale. She had
smoldering blue eyes, and was just 5'3".
   How long we sat there, I don't know. It was a long while, though.
And to this day, I don't know who made the first move. All I know is
that, suddenly, we were locked in a kiss that curled my toes.
Nibbling on her neck, I unbuttoned her blouse, and undid her bra. I
began to lick her nipples, alternating between the two.
   I took one nipple between my teeth, as she tore my shirt off
(literally). She was gasping, and I was breathing pretty damned hard
myself, as my hands explored her breasts, gently massaging the
nipples.
   I stopped long enough to get out of my pants, since she was
clawing at them, trying to get them undone.
   She got my pants down far enough to free all the necessary
equipment, and began to play with my cock. It had already risen to
the occasion, and she was just teasing it along, while she slowly
took my pants the rest of the way off.
   I don't wear underwear, so I was soon nude, while she was topless.
Pinning my cock between her breasts, she began to tittie-fuck my
cock. I was really panting now, because she was telling me exactly
what she wanted to do, in no uncertain terms. The foul language
spilling out of her 15-year-old mouth, combined with the most pleasant
tittie-fucking that I was getting, had me about ready to burst.
   I told her that she'd damned well better get out of those jeans,
because I was planning on fucking her silly. She just smiled, and 
pushed her tits together, tighter around my cock.
   Bending her head, she began to lick my head on her downstrokes.
Of course, she missed a few licks, now and then, but I sure as hell
wasn't complaining.
   After several more minutes, drops of pre-cum began to appear. She 
licked them up, then promptly released my cock from its warm, pleasant
prison. I stood there, cock straining, wanting release, as she played
with me, and took off her jeans.
   My vaunted self-control was about shot, and I wanted her very
badly, indeed. I dropped to my knees, figuring that what was good
for the goose, was good for the gander.
   Grabbing her around the waist, I kissed her on the stomach. My
tongue began to probe her belly-button. This tickled her, and she 
tried to push my head away, laughing. But, I was having to much fun
to quit, and so I kept right on exploring her belly-button with my
tongue.
   Having explored her belly-button thoroughly (much to her delight),
I moved southwards. My tongue and lips just barely flicked over the
by now swollen lips of her pussy. I moved on down the inside of her
thigh. I was definitely getting to her.
   She was moaning, whimpering, laughing, and crying, all at the same
time. Me, I was concentrating on giving her thighs a tongue-bath. She
started whispering, "Eat me, you bastard! Stick your tongue so far in
my pussy, I can taste it!"
   Being the obliging gent that I am, I complied with her wishes. She
was reclining on the sofa, by now, her legs spread wide, hands on my
shoulders, nails digging furrows in my flesh.
   This being somewhat painful, I decided to finish her off quickly.
After all, I didn't really want to have to clean up all that blood.
   I zeroed in for the kill, beating her clit with my tongue, then
slowly caressing it. I moved on down, and shoved my tongue into her
pussy, as far as it would go (which isn't as far as it used to be,
since I sprained my tongue).
   I began rocking my head back and forth, fucking her with my tongue.
Her eyes opened wide. She had always wanted me to do this to her, but
I had never gotten around to it before.
   After about ten minutes of this, she came. Since I was taught to
eat all my meal, I lapped up her juices. They were delicious.
   We sat there, my tongue back inside her, for maybe 5 minutes. Then,
stretching, she rose, pushed me over onto my back on the floor with 
her foot, and straddled me. She lowered herself onto my cock, which, 
poor thing, was finally getting some attention.
   She began to move, up and down, alternating between fast and slow.
There we were, naked in the moonlight coming through the window, 
making love on the livingroom floor.
   Suddenly, out of the shadows in the corner, there bounded a sand-
colored shape, with sharp white teeth. Those sharp white teeth sank
into the shining target before her. Sherry gave a little scream, shot 
up and over my head, hit the sofa head-first, was bounced backwards, 
tripped over me, and landed on her ass, right where it would do me the 
least amount of good.
   The pup was, naturally, confused. After all, if we didn't want to 
play, why had we waved that target around in the moonlight?
   A few minutes later, I was able to stand, and checked to make sure 
Sherry was alright. Next, I had to calm the pup, who was most upset.
Once I had her calmed down, I took her to her bedroom, and shut her in 
there.
                      To Be Continued