Lucy arrived a little late for her babysitting job. It was her first time sitting for Elaine who didn't seem all that much older than Lucy was herself. Elaine was beautifully suntanned, had a lovely figure and, when Lucy looked at her it made Lucy feel strangely excited. When she arrived, Elaine was rushing around making last minute arrangements.

'Nicky's in bed upstairs fast asleep - I don't think she'll be any trouble. There's food and coke in the fridge - you could watch the television, or read those magazines over there. Just make yourself at home. Big Boy is in my bedroom there. He'll look after you...' She smiled in a strange way. 'If you like dogs, you can let him in here with you - but don't let him misbehave...'

Again she looked at the girl with a strange look in her eye. 'Unless you want him to, of course,' she added with a smile. 'It's up to you, my sweet. How old are you, by the way?'

'Eightteen.'

'You look a bit pale. Are you feeling all right?'

'I've just had my first...you know.'

'Oh, so you're a woman now, are you? Still, I don't know, I mean about Big Boy.... Hell, why not, if you want to? ' She laughed. 'You are pretty, aren't you?' She threw her arms around Lucy embracing her tightly. Her mother never embraced her like this. Lucy could feel Elaine's soft breasts pressing against her, her lower stomach pushed hard against hers. She didn't want Elaine to let go of her. She looked up at her. Elaine was looking down at her fondly. She wanted Elaine to kiss her. She thought she was going to, then Elaine broke away and disappeared out of the door.

Lucy didn't understand what had happened between her and Elaine - nor a word of what Elaine had said about the dog. Big Boy could stay where he was. She would watch the television.

As she went forward to switch on the TV, she heard whimpering coming from the bedroom, and the dog scratching against the door. She ignored him.

The TV was terrible - not a single programme she wanted to see. She wandered over to the pile of magazines in the corner. The usual women's things - baking and cooking and things like that. Near the bottom of the pile, there was a foreign magazine in a language she didn't know. On the front cover she was shocked to see a colour photograph of a nude woman holding herself 'down there'... Lucy put the magazine down, then lifted it up again.

She looked at the woman closely - the woman had large breasts and broad hips and was smiling - she looked as if she had her fingers up inside herself. and had a sexy, swooning look on her face. Lucy felt a strange sensation at the pit of her stomach. She felt she would love to fondle the woman's breasts, put her own hand down there on her....

Marjorie at school had asked Lucy, in the changing rooms, to put her hand down there on her. 'Just touch it', she'd said, 'just feel me.' Lucy had wanted to, but couldn't do it - but just thinking about it afterwards gave her that same strange feeling she had now in her lower stomach. She knew she'd feel Marjorie now, get her to feel her too, if she got another chance...

She opened the magazine. There were more naked women touching and kissing each other - one was kissing another between her legs. The sinking sensation in Lucy's lower tummy was getting stronger. She slid her hand down her own tummy, down between the tops of her legs. She pressed the lumpy sanitary towel up into herself. It felt nice.

She closed her legs around her hand, holding it hard against her sanitary towel. She moved her hand, tight up against her, in and out. It felt warm, and nice. It made her smile. But after a while the sensation faded, leaving her feeling something like a kind of itch inside her, and pressing the sanitary towel into her didn't help any more. It just felt too dull and far away. She wanted to bring back that nice feeling...

She turned another page of the magazine. This time she was even more shocked to see a woman with a large black Alsatian dog.... She closed the magazine. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could hardly breathe. Her lower stomach was churning. No, she couldn't. No. No. She opened the magazine again. In one picture a woman had her hand on the dog's willy. She was holding it and the dog was sniffing her front-piece. Out of the dog's willy another willy, large and pink stuck out. It was very big and glistening.

In another picture a woman was kissing the dog's willy, the large pink part in her mouth. In the next picture the woman was lying back with her legs open, holding open her frontpiece and the dog was licking her. In the last picture the woman was kneeling on all fours and the dog was up behind her, as if she was a dog herself. These pictures made Lucy feel so hot and wet in her own frontpiece.

She heard the dog scraping at the door. No she couldn't. She couldn't. But as she thought about it that feeling inside her welled up again. She became breathless again. She threw down the magazine and covered it up with the other magazines. She went to the kitchen and brought back a can of coke. She sat in the chair but she couldn't get rid of the excited, feeling running riot inside her. She couldn't. She couldn't....

The dog was quiet now in the bedroom. What would be the harm in seeing the dog. Talking to it. Letting it lie on the floor through here with her. It couldn't be anything like the dog in the magazine.

She got up and went to the bedroom door. As she approached it she could hear the dog come to the other side and scratch. It whined. She turned the handle, opened the door and a huge, heavy black Labrador walked past her into the sitting room. She couldn't do anything with a great big dog like that.

The dog lay down in front of the fire looking up at her.

'Come here, boy,' she said but it didn't budge. 'Here boy!' Still it didn't move. She went over to the window and carefully closed the curtains. She locked the outside door. She went back into the sitting room, closed the door and sat down on the couch. She was getting very excited.

'Come here, boy', she tried again but it didn't move. She went to the bathroom and removed her pants and the sanitary towel. She went back and sat on the couch. 'Here, dog,' she said again, but still it didn't move. She lifted her skirt, easing it up from under her. She opened her legs. Still nothing. She was getting very excited and angry with the dog.

She went over and knelt beside it. She clapped its head and at last it moved, rolling over on its back revealing its large, hairy willy and balls. She clapped its head, throat, its chest working her way slowly downwards. Did she have the courage to touch that thing. She felt very hot between her legs, and wet. She hoped she wasn't bleeding - her sanitary towel had been free of blood, but not of a thick, slimy fluid. She touched the dog's willy. It didn't flinch. She touched it again, then again. She held her hand on it, curled her hand round it, squeezed it.

She felt the excitement come back to her frontpiece. But the dog just looked up at her. She rubbed the willy and the dog's large balls and her heart stopped when a little pink tip appeared out of it. She rubbed it a little more, more of the pink part appeared, hot and very pink. She felt the wetness running down her leg and the feeling in the pit of her stomach felt even stronger. She kept rubbing. Soon the dog's pink willy was well out - it was enormous and moisture appeared at the end of it.

The dog began to whimper. She leaned forward and found herself kissing the tip of the willy, then taking it in her mouth. What was she doing? The dog pulled away and got to its feet. Lucy stood up and took off her skirt. The dog came forward and sniffed her frontpiece, then began to lick her. The feeling was lovely. She opened her legs. The dog put its hot nose up into her, licking and licking her. She sat on the couch and pulled her legs up with her heels resting on the edge of the couch.

The dog was getting very excited now, whimpering and nuzzling her. She opened her legs as wide as she could. The dog put his tongue right inside her, licking furiously and whimpering. The feeling inside her was wonderful. The dog was now trying to get up on her, trying to mount her legs, pushing the great pink willy against her. It was getting frantic, its great pink willy swaying, and throbbing, bigger than ever, a thick juice dripping from its tip. It suddenly struck her - could she? Could she? Like a dog?

She knelt down on the floor pushing her bottom towards the dog. The dog sniffed her and licked her. 'Come on, Big Boy, ' she said. With that the dog mounted her as if she was a bitch in heat. He thrust at her and she helped him find her own throbbing place. The dogs willy began to slip a little inside her. It was painful, she wanted to stop but the dog pushed further in. She felt something give way. The dog still pushed. She could feel a bulge in the dog's willy hard up against her. The dog seemed to want to push the bulge into her but it was impossible. Even the willy felt too big. The pain changed into a good feeling.

The dog had gripped her waist with its front paws and was now thrusting the delicious huge pink willy in and out of her. The feeling inside her was unbelievable. The dog thrust harder and harder, the willy seemed to swell within her. She felt herself sinking, sinking and then, suddenly a great rush of electric pleasure made her grip the dog's willy with her frontpiece, harder and harder, harder and harder. The feeling of pleasure soared and soared within her to an unbelievable climax as the dog filled her frontpiece with hot juice.

She felt weak and drained. The dogs willy began to soften inside her and the dog dismounted and went back to lie in front of the fire, licking its willy.

Lucy lay on the floor for a while, savouring the pleasure that she'd felt. She suddenly remembered and went quickly to the bathroom and washed herself. She checked on Nicky then went back to the sitting room unlocked the door, tidied everything up and sat on the couch. The dog was sleeping.

She had just opened another can of coke when Elaine came in.

'What are you smiling about,' Elaine said, then caught sight of the dog. 'Oh, I see.' She laughed. 'You'll be wanting to come back and babysit again?'

'Yes, please,' said Lucy, laughing back at her.

'I'm home a bit earlier than I thought. Don't rush your coke? You can tell me what you got up to with Big Boy.'

Lucy blushed. 'I don't think so.'

'Don't worry, dear. It was me who trained him.' She turned to the dog. 'Didn't I, Big Boy?'

The dog came to her and immediately thrust its nose up between her legs.

'Now, now,' said Elaine. 'I thought Lucy here had exhausted you?'

The dog kept pushing her between her legs with his nose and whimpering. She opened her legs and the dog pushed his nose right in. 'What will Lucy be thinking, Big Boy?'

The excited feeling had returned to the pit of Lucy's stomach. She looked at the dog. The large pink willy was pushing its way out, dripping juice.

'He is getting excited, isn't he? But I don't think we're quite ready for him yet, are we?'

Elaine led the dog away and shut him in the bedroom. She came back and looked at Lucy, smiling. Slowly she began to pull off her pullover and unfasten her bra. Her large soft breasts fell forwards giving Lucy a sudden hot feeling between her legs. Elaine had a beautiful figure. 'You like my breasts, Lucy. You'll have breasts like these yourself one day.' She now had all her clothes off. 'You don't want to join me?'

Elaine came up to her, still smiling, and began to remove Lucy's jumper and blouse. Lucy felt so excited she couldn't do anything. She felt Elaine removing her skirt and pants. Soon they were standing facing each other, naked.

'Go on,' said Elaine. 'Feel my breasts if you want to. You can't take your eyes off them.'

Lucy stretched out her hand towards Elaine's breasts.

'Go on, they won't bite you.'

Lucy opened her hands and pressed them against Elaine's breasts.

'Move them around. Caress them. And the nipples.'

Lucy filled her hands with Elaine's breasts, kneading them gently. Elaine closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure. The nipples became hard and stood out.

'Go on, don't be afraid.' Elaine stretched out her hands, one on each side of Lucy's head and drew Lucy's head in towards her breasts. 'Kiss them. Suck them if you want to.'

Lucy took one of the large hard nipples into her mouth and sucked it. She felt Elaine gasp with delight. 'Go on. Suck me. Suck me. Suck me.'

Lucy felt Elaine's hands on her own little breasts. Her enlarged nipples felt strange and tingling. Elaine played gently with her nipples. The feeling was lovely. Then Elaine bent down and sucked her nipples. She groaned with pleasure.

'You are finding things out tonight, aren't you, my dear.'

'Yes,' said Lucy, her voice hoarse with excitement.

Elaine brought her head up level with her own and kissed her full on the lips, pulling her naked body in against hers. Her tongue was deep in her mouth. Lucy felt a wonderful swooning feeling, holding Elaine tightly, feeling her soft breasts pressing deliciously against her own. She had never felt so aroused and excited. Eventually Elaine lowered her and herself down to lie on the carpet.

Elaine's hand was caressing her breast and moving all over her. She lay back and enjoyed the new exciting sensations as Elaine's hands moved slowly down her body. The feeling inside her frontpiece was like an ache. She longed for Elaine to feel her down there. She felt Elaine's soft fingers playing about her little mound, tantalising, wonderful. She opened her legs.

'That's right,' said Elaine huskily. 'That's a good girl.' Elaine rubbed her frontpiece, slowly working her fingers round it then, oh joy, a finger entered her. The pleasure was almost too much. Then her finger moved away from her.

Lucy felt so disappointed until she felt Elaine's lips kissing her frontpiece and the unbelievable pleasure of her tongue licking her softly, then hard, pushing into her, finding the exact spot which made her move her bottom up and down off the carpet, trying to get Elaine's tongue deeper and deeper inside her.

She worked herself up and down, harder and harder, faster and faster, feeling the pleasure slowly rising, wilder and wilder, wilder and wilder until a wonderful sinking, shaking feeling filled her whole lower stomach.

Elaine lay beside her holding her and kissing her, moving her own frontpiece against Lucy's leg, up and down.

'Come on, Lucy. I'm as randy as fuck. Feel me. For God's sake feel me.'

Lucy put her hand down as Elaine rolled onto her back with her knees up and her legs wide open. 'Suck my tits and feel my cunt the same time.'

Lucy sucked her nipples and laid her palm across Elaine's frontpiece and rubbed it in a circular movement. Elaine sighed with pleasure.

'Kiss me down there.'

Lucy bent down and kissed Elaine's wet lips. She liked the sweet taste. She licked the lips, running her tongue up and down them. Elaine opened her legs further, parting the lips. Lucy put her tongue inside Elaine and heard her gasp.

'That's it. Suck me. Bite me. Put as much of your tongue in me as you can.'

Lucy did as she was told. She found a hard, raised lumpy piece of skin. She licked it and nibbled it. Elaine arched her back, crying out with pleasure.

'That's it, that's it,' she cried, 'Go on, go on. Go on. Go on .Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on.... Ahhhhhh. Oh, Christ. Oh, Christ. Oh, Christ Oh Christ!' She pulled Lucy's face hard into her frontpiece, almost smothering her as she cried out. 'Oh, fucking Christ!'