"Then I got up and showered. I masturbated again in the shower. I kept playing with myself in the shower. I used the shower head and made myself come a bunch of times."

"And?"

"I didn't get dressed afterwards. I dried off and went back to my room. I made some phone calls to my friends and even fingered myself a couple times talking to some of the boys. They didn't know I was naked or playing in my vagina and that made it more exciting." The memories were remarkably fresh. The adolescent climaxes had an urgency about them that Secret could still feel. She rose up on her hands and knees, spread her knees to an aching splits that pulled deep on her groin muscles.

"Nobody home?"

"Nope. It was a Saturday and everybody was out. Just me."

Ann heard the half-truth in this and let it go for the moment.

"Then I went downstairs and had breakfast. I made sure all the curtains were pulled so the neighbors couldn't see me walking around in the nude."

"What did you eat?" Ann emphasized the word 'eat' and Secret felt the word like a breeze blowing through her silky pubic curls.

"Cereal. With milk."

Ann asked, "Did you drink the milk from the bowl when you were done?"

Secret took her hands off of herself. She wanted to let her lust build until she could satisfy it with a quick fingering. She remembered the milk in her mouth. Felt it run over her lips and flow over her body. It had passed over her chin and chilled her young flesh as it coursed between her taut breasts. The milk had matted her sparse thatch of hair and tickled the tender parts of her loins.

"Yes, but I let it spill."

Ann's breath changed and Secret moaned with the knowledge that her nubile body was in Ann's imagination now. Maybe she could get her to talk her to an orgasm without really revealing anything. She looked at her taut body poised in the mirror.

"You let it spill from your lips?"

"Yes. I let it run all over my body. I poured some from the carton and watched it wash over my tits. It looked beautiful."

"Cold?"

"Oh, icy! My nipples got really hard and I got goosebumps too! But it made such a mess!"

"Did you masturbate again?"

"Yes."

"Were you keeping track?"

"Yes, but I lost count in the shower."

"So you towelled off then? Mopped up the floor?"

Secret heard the emphasis on the word 'mopped' and new what Ann was thinking.

"No, Buster licked up the floor for me. So no, I didn't fuck myself with the mop handle, Ann. Ok? You're terrible!"

Ann pounced.

"Who's Buster? I thought you were alone."

Secret felt her belly knot. Dammit!

"Buster was our dog." She said it as nonchalantly as she knew how.

"So you towelled off?"

"Yes," Secret said too loudly, too relieved at the glancing inquiry.

Ann caught her.

"What kind of dog was Buster?"

Secret's stomach turned over.

"What?" she felt cold, suddenly.

"What kind of doggy was ol' Buster?" Ann's voice swaggered.

"Um, he was a terrier. Did I tell you about the fruit I was going to put on my cereal? The banana?"

Ann was undeterred. "So little Buster lapped up your milk, did he?"

"Huh? Yeah, he did. I took out this banana and was going to cut it up, you know? For my cereal?"

Ann said, "Did he lick it clean?"

Secret was trembling. Why had she started this?

"The floor, I mean? Buster licked the floor clean for you?"

"Yeah. So anyway, I peeled the banana, right? I peeled it and was going to slice it up when I realized how much it looked like a thick penis in my hand."

"What about the milk on your feet? Did Buster flick that little terrier tongue on your milky bare feet?"

Secret ignored the question. "So when I sat down to eat, I spread my legs and tried to use the fruit on myself. I dipped it in the milk and just shoved that banana up my hole," Secret spiced her words with force.

"I'll bet that little tongue tickled your ankles, huh? Right up your calf too?"

"I left the banana inside and held it there, about half-way inside, with just my cunt-muscles, while I ate the cereal."

"So did you kick him away or did you squat down to pet him?"

Again, Secret ducked the interrogation. "When the milk ran off my body it poured out over the banana-cock and streamed down like it was ejaculating."

"You knelt down, didn't you, Secret? Knelt down to pet ol' Buster. That's when he started slurping the milk off of your virgin white thighs, right? Lick lick lick?"

"What? No. I didn't. No. I masturbated with the banana. I stuffed myself with it until I came. It broke off inside me!" Secret giggled fearfully at the memory.

"And you let him lick your smooth little thighs, didn't you? It tickled. It was harmless. You squatted there for him. Even spread yourself so Buster could bathe you, clean you. Good ol' Buster."

Secret let one hand slide down her torso, nails lightly scratching, teasing at the undersides of her breasts and the points of her nipples. The kitchen floor was cold and cruel on her elbows and knees; only she wasn't in the kitchen. Not now. That was then.

"So you let Buster give you a little bath? Is that it Secret? Is that Secret's secret?"

"No," Secret protested. Her hand grasped a breast and squeezed roughly.

"You're lying. You spread your legs for your dog! Leaned back on your hands like a crab with your teenage nips pointed at the ceiling. Little Buster bustled right in between your cheeks and pushed that wet nose up and sniffed your girlish scent didn't he. You let him screw you!"

"No!" Secret clutched at her breast hungrily, clenched her eyes at the accusation, lowered her head to the floor at the memory.

"You have to be honest or I'll hang up instantly," Ann threatened. "He got inside you--"

"No! I never! He just licked--" She caught herself too late.

Ann laughed softly. "Gotcha..." she whispered wickedly.

Secret remembered the shameful desire she'd felt when Buster had happily gathered the droplets of spilled milk off of her thigh. She'd giggled at the tickling and his wagging tail. Offered her left thigh to his eager little mouth when he'd finished cleaning off her right. He'd gone straight up her leg after the milk and lapped heavily at the drops caught in her curls. He was oblivious to the feelings she was experiencing. He was locked in his little dog-skull and hunger made him scoot up to feather away between the cheeks of her milky ass with his rough tongue. She saw her hands reach down for him; reach to stop him; freeze at the electric eros of pleasure his tongue sent through her when it flitted about her anus.

Even now her arm snaked over her hip and up across the expanse of her pale ripe flank. The hand was open and found the cleavage between her cheeks. Found the delicate pucker of her asshole. Poked. Inside. A dangerously sharp nail slithered through her anus and played. The sensation was incredible and she felt her outer cunt-lips engorge with red blood. They slipped out quietly, heavy flesh unfolding, like rose petals bent with dew.

Secret had watched, wide-eyed and blushing, as Buster's tongue found her pussy and darted over the delicate folds of her external genitalia. His cold nose flared and glistened like a blackened cock-head with sweaty twin urethra-nostrils. The tongue lashed and ate rapidly. Then Buster noticed the heavy droplets of milk suspended in the crown of curls above Secret's slit.

He couldn't reach. He hopped and barked. He jumped up and Secret felt his paws on her crotch. He perched on them, balancing on his hind legs, where he eagerly lapped up the creamy globules while Secret experienced the unwelcome surge of an orgasm sweeping through her. Her breath had caught and she'd watched the muscles in her thighs grow taut. The cunnilingus was new to her flesh and it was a turgid flood that wouldn't subside.

A second wave of pleasure washed over her and as it ebbed she noticed that Buster's tongue was licking directly in her slit now. It licked without hunger now, slower, lapping at the oils beading like water on the red-wax of her inner walls, at the salty surface of her skin. She had allowed it to happen and had lowered her hips until Buster's bestial tongue was sliding and slaking over the surface of her clitoral hood.

Naked and squatting in a puddle of milk on her kitchen floor, she'd creamed with a wide-mouthed, silent cry, of newfound bliss. She could see her new body arced and smooth and pale in the florescent kitchen lights. Thighs bulging and shoulders canted sideways as her young tissues buzzed in extended orgasm.

The memory flooded through her with a shattering reality. The rough surface of Buster's tongue was an indelible scar on her mind and it was rushing thick and wet up her thighs even now, slithering like a powerfully muscular pink snake around her aching vagina.

"Oh SHIT!" Secret shrieked.

Ann's dirty narrative stopped.

"What?"

"Boomer! Get away! Get!"

"Oh, fuck!" Ann cried out with relish. "Another dog? its goin' after that Tab, isn't it!" Ann's wicked, delighted laughter rang in Secret's reddened ear.

"Let it clean you up!" Ann said. "Tell me what's happening, Secret! What's it doing back there?" A twisted appetite.

"I can't believe this is happening..." Secret's voice was pure shame and near tears. She turned over and crossed her wet legs so Boomer couldn't get between them. He was wagging his fat tail and he moved over her figure to lick the blots of sticky Tab from Secret's bare stomach. Secret allowed this and petted the animal's massive skull. It wasn't his fault for finding her backside pointing up at the ceiling. She could catch a hint of her own scent on Boomer's breath. She kept her thighs squeezed tight and hidden from his happy, lapping tongue. He seemed utterly content to cleanse her body and enjoy the salty flavors mixed with the sweet soft drink.

Ann was still giggling in Secret's ear. Secret endured it and chuckled herself.

"Am I a pervert?" she asked, throwing her arm across her face in embarrassment.

"Of course, we all are."

"No, be serious Ann."

"I'm sorry, Secret. But it's harmless, I think."

"Really?"

"Sure, why not? You were young and dogs are naturally affectionate. And, unlike men, they understand what 'no' means."

Secret giggled.

"Did he make you come?"

"No! How can you say that?"

"Well, what did he do?"

"He just licked me a little, that's all."

"Where?"

"Shut up!"

"No, really, did he touch your pussy with his tongue?"

"Yes. Why does that matter?"

"Did it feel good?"

"Ann!"

"Well, did it?"

"OK, it felt good, if you must know."

"Is he still doing it?"

"No!" a half-lie since Boomer was slowly lapping away at her smooth hip like it was a porcelain salt-lick.

"Why not?"

"Ann!! What do you think I am?"

"Horny as a bedbug."

Secret flushed. And sat up.

"What are you doing now?" Ann asked.

"I'm just sitting here on the floor. Legs outstretched, leaning back on my hands."

"Where's the dog?"

"He's still here."

"Do you trust me, Secret?"

"I guess so, why?"

"Then close your eyes. I've heard your secret, now I'll make you cream."

"Ok." Secret closed them.

"Imagine that I am there with you and that I've got a black, silk blindfold over your eyes."

"Ok."

"And another binds your hands behind you."

"Ok," Secret pulled her wrists together behind her. Her breasts arched grandly upon her chest. Both nipples relaxed and quiet in the dark pools of her areolae.

"Will you let me touch you?"

Secret's tummy fluttered and she felt an exciting taboo feather tickling her navel.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good," Ann cooed. "Will you obey me?"

"Yes," Secret willed herself to continue.

"Good. Then spread your legs for me."

Secret's breath deepened. She pulled her knees apart. Boomer moved out of the way, but returned to her hip and began to lick under her ribs and on her side. The slow strokes of his tongue were obviously enjoying her salty flesh. If he kept on, his rough tongue would find the side of her breast. She blotted him out of her imagination and it was Ann nuzzling her instead.

"They're spread."

"Wider. As wide as you can."

Secret smiled and gracefully eagled herself north and south. Her athletic legs still had their strength and limberness.

"Ok, now what?"

"I'm going to eat your cunt."

Secret winced with desire and felt Boomer's powerful efforts actually lift her left breast with its upwards motion. Her jaw dropped and her breath rushed out as the breast fell back into place. Boomer sniffed at her breath and licked her face. She leaned away. He found her neck.

"Now, Secret, lift your knees up a little and feel my hands on your calves."

Secret obeyed and felt herself opening. Boomer sought out the scent under her arm and stuck his wet nose there and licked, causing Secret to giggle.

"Good girl," Ann intoned. "My hands are under your knees and sliding up over them to feel your lower thighs."

Secret saw the woman kneeling there between her limbs like an erotic cloud of shadow.

"What do you look like, Ann?"

"Not telling," she teased.

Boomer's presence changed. Secret could hear him sniffing the air and heard him pad around her. His tongue was on her belly, suddenly, roughly plying the expanse of skin beneath her navel and swiftly nuzzling the soda-pop mess in her bush. He almost nibbled and bit at the sweet thatch and Secret froze.

Ann's voice spoke in her ear, "I'm nibbling your nude thighs, Secret. I can see your labia awakening for me. Red as blood, like a rose unfolding its petals for me to admire. Offering its perfume for me to inhale." Ann's words made Secret feel beautiful between her thighs.

Boomer was less gentle and had stepped over Secret to get at the melange of flavors and aromas swirling in her groin. She felt his hirsute hip near her shoulder and felt his heat radiating onto her bare body. She let him get down there and secretly willed him to taste her there.

"I'm going to open my mouth wide, Secret. Can you see my full lips forming a circle? See my teeth and my pinkness? They're descending on your muff and I'm kissing your hole."

Boomer's powerful tongue pressed through her hairs and bathed her of the mess from the soda bottle. Then he caught the full reek of her womanhood and his tongue lapped at the gash to get at the source. It was an awkward effort that had no understanding of Secret's desire. It popped in and out of its mouth, drilling at her, but not satisfying her like a lover should. Secret lifted her hips up into the animal's face, trying to direct its wonderful tongue to her hole.

"I'm pulling at your lips with my teeth, Secret. Can you feel the tugging?"

Secret moaned as Boomer's pink snake slithered through her folds and darted inside her. She even gasped. Her pussy ran suddenly with wetness and the dog learned. Its tongue poked through her vaginal curtain again and sank deep. Secret's hips bucked up and she tried to grasp the thick organ with her internal muscles but the rough thing slipped out.

"Now your beautiful clit," Ann husked in her ear.

Boomer's tongue was like wet sandpaper and it went at Secret like she was a fountain. The thing probed within her and found her fluids. It penetrated like a bear after honey and Secret's body was buzzing with arousal and rutting urgency. She was delirious with sexual hunger and coital sounds escaped from her.

Ann's question burst in on Secret's consciousness like a floodlight. "Is he hard?"

Secret's eyes flew open and she looked around, half- expecting that Ann was really there, watching her take this secret pleasure.

"What did you say?" Secret gasped. She could see Boomer's frame and could no longer pretend it wasn't there. His front paws were straddling her right leg and his wide chest was a furred wall above her hip. His back legs were along her side and his tail nearly swept into her face as it cut through the air.

"I asked you if you were getting Boomer hard."

"What?" Secret said in disbelief. How could she know Boomer was so near?

"I can hear his tail swishing by the head-mike, my sweet. And you sound like a bitch in heat so I can just about imagine what's going on between those lovely legs."

Secret blanched and stared with disgusted fascination at the sturdy red thing slurping at her vagina.

"Well? Is he getting excited or not?" Ann asked.

Secret's peripheral vision stole her attention and she looked.

"Oh my gosh..." she said, loudly.

"Is it visible?" Ann asked.

Secret's eyes bulged. Boomer's penile sheath had an incredibly bright red dart protruding from it.

"Is that his...?"

"Bingo," Ann clucked. "Doggy bone. Canine penis. What's it look like?"

Secret craned her neck for a better look and said, "It's really red."

"That's normal."

"And it comes to a point like a pencil does!"

"How far out is it?"

"I don't know!" Secret gawped. "I'm not going to measure it!"

"Well, what kind of dog is he?"

"He's just a big mutt. Some Lab and Bernard and a few more. Greyhound, I think."

"Ohhh, nice doggy, eh? Man-sized?"

"Maybe...Oh, jeez, more is showing. His pecker is really hanging out now. I just saw it get twice as long. He's bigger than a man, I think. Not as thick, but a lot longer. Nine inches?"

"Men get that long."

"Well yeah, but not many. I've never seen one. Have you?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Once."

"Did you, you know?"

"No. I sucked him off, but we didn't have intercourse."

"Why not?" Boomer was still licking on Secret's mound, but the appearance of his penis had distracted her from his attentive tongue.

"I was a virgin. First time with a guy and he turns out to have this monster in his pants. I blew him in self- defense, if you wanna know the truth."

"Gosh," Secret said stupidly.

"Yeah, 'gosh'. That's what I thought too. I wasn't letting that thing inside my tight little virgin. I sucked him off twice and escaped with my hymen intact!"

Secret laughed and tried to get off.

Ann said, "So are you gonna let me listen in?"

"What?"

"Are you going to let me listen to you do it or are you going to hang up on me?"

"Do what?"

"Secret, I know you're thinking about it. Maybe not consciously, but somewhere in that pretty little actress head of yours you're trying to imagine how you can do this without actually doing it. I wanna listen in."

Secret went still and ferreted out the meaning in Ann's words. She tried to drive the thought away. An ugly image flashed in her mind and she blinked it away. But with a sickening realization she found herself committed. She knew she was going to try this unspoken thing. She felt clammy and horribly nervous and terribly aroused. She wanted badly to turn over, get on her hands and knees, close her eyes to it and let it happen without making it happen or actually participating.

"This is wrong," she said.

Ann wove the silence like a web and then said, "Get up on your hands and knees."

In the mirror Secret watched her body react as if on marionette's strings.

"He'll know what to do, Secret. His instincts will guide him. You can just close your eyes and let it happen. It'll be just like a dream. I promise."

Secret did as she was told. Her hips flinched when the cold nose of the animal prodded at the backs of her legs and sniffed at her sex. She closed her eyes tight, and pressed her cheek to the soft floor.

"Are you sure?" she whined, flinching from the abrupt prodding.

Ann remained quiet and suddenly Boomer was on her. He mounted her and Secret felt a sharp object pressed on her buttock. She grunted in a visceral anticipation. Her flesh crawled with equal doses of carnal desire and revulsion. Bristly hairs ground into her back and the bowed chest of the hound rested in her spinal furrow.

Ann heard her and said, "Don't let him get it into your ass, hon, that'll hurt you."

The hot prod was blindly digging around behind her.

"What do I do," she whined hungrily to Ann.

"Help him get it in. Reach back there and take it."

"Oh, no! I can't do that! I don't want to touch it!"

"Honey, just do it!" Ann's voice coaxed.

As Secret's hand groped blindly for the organ, she said, "Have you ever done this?" A sticky cylinder met her fingers and she felt an unyielding hardness beneath the rubbery surface. She placed the conical glans to her swollen vulva. Boomer did the rest; Secret's fingers dug fiercely into the carpet and her lips peeled back from her clenched teeth.

"Uhhh-awwww-eee-yyyyiii," she squeaked from a high place in her throat.

"Me? Lover, I'm addicted in the worst way," Ann replied. "I'll tell you what, Secret. When you get close to your climax, I'll send you plunging over the bestiality cliff with a little secret of my own."

Secret barely heard a word. Thankfully, her vagina had wept its private oils in copious rills and the sopping tissues took the initial penetration well. The burrowing snake stunned her with the depths it could reach. She felt it slide along her canal and wondered if it would ever stop going in. Then the hairy sheath crowded against her labia and the probe struck bottom.

She wasn't sure if she said it out loud, but Ann answered her and she knew she had.

"Oh, yeah, that's your cervix he's humping. Isn't it just wild?"

Secret thought it was wicked. In the heart of her carnality, she found the animal's craving for her cunt as an electric pulse behind her. It was fucking its strange shape into her with an instinctual rhythm that she'd never felt. It was rapid and hard and the thrusts were deliciously close to painful. She spread herself wide and took the animal's lust inside. She wanted it to last forever. She took each lurching injection with a short, rapturous grunt. She felt the quick, sharp humps and felt her buttocks and thighs reverberate with each hump.

She experienced a brief, vaginal orgasm, but it floated away before she could seize upon it. The dog's front legs curled insistently around her hips. They dug into her belly from below and hugged fiercely at her.