| I decided the other night that I should try my hand at writing stories. I didn't want to try and write a really long one only to find out that I sucked, so I wrote this short one as part of a longer story. Let me know what you do and don't like, and also let me know if I should bother writing the next part. Also, I'd like to say thanks to seductive_ann who helped me with some advice along the way. Here goes:Written by Arcnay. ------------------This is my first story. It could be a once off, but it's a nice setup for an ongoing saga if I feel inclined to write more (and if anyone actually wants to read any of them). btw, this is actually fictional, although I've based the characters and the house on people/places I know. Let the games begin. ===================================================================================My First Zoo Memory - Part 1---------------------Peter had known Ann for nearly two years now. They had met at a club one night, the club where Ann worked, although it wasn't until subsequent visits that she started to respond to his advances. After the initial awkwardness though, they had very quickly come to realise how well suited they were for each other.She was the epitome of cute. Her blonde hair was always a little messy, and her blue eyes sparkled in a way that let you know she didn't care about her hair being messy. When she was happy, she smiled with her whole body; and when she was unhappy, she sulked just as dramatically. Despite the stereotype, Ann was also very intelligent, discerning and free-spirited.Peter, in contrast, was just an ordinary man. Brown hair, average build (with a hint of muscularity from his physically active employment), green eyes and just a little taller than average. His biggest difference from Ann was that he was very much the introvert.Though they didn't officially live together, Ann spent most nights at Peter's place as it suited them. Peter lived alone otherwise, so the two were free to roam the house as they saw fit. Together they had learnt to become very adventurous with their intimacy (though that's a story for another time). Ann would often bring up new ideas for sexual exploits while feeling adventurous, and Peter would then brood on it for a couple of days (often without her knowing) and devise the best way to bring Ann's latest idea to fruition. Despite the openness of their relationship, some topic just weren't ever brushed upon. That is, until tonight......"That was the most pre-manufactured piece of hollywood rubbish I've seen in a long time," noted Peter with disgust. It was a Tuesday, and the pair had just been to see the latest offering at the nearby cinemas (something they often did because the tickets were cheap). "I thought it was very touching," rebuffed Ann, "though I doubt you have any complaints about their choice of leading actress. I saw you craning to try and see up her skirt, for goodness' sake."As usual, Peter knew he lacked a retort that would get him out of trouble. He gave his best mischevious grin and started to remove his clothes. Neither of them had a problem with nakedness, so Peter habitually stripped and threw his clothes into the laundry on his way to the bathroom.Meanwhile, Ann opened the back door to let Bubbles into the house. Bubbles was a beautiful Labrador bitch who Peter had bought from the local dog pound less than a year before. She had been abandoned as a puppy as an unwanted birthday gift and ended up in the pound. She hadn't been old enough to desex, so unlike the other dogs at the shelter she was still 'intact'. When Bubbles had her first heat the dog from next-door had jumped a 6 foot fence just for a chance to get to her. Peter had kept her inside for a few weeks until she was no longer on heat. Since that time, he couldn't bear to see her lonely outside so the dog now had full run of the house....After his shower, Peter had set about making a light meal for himself, Ann and Bubbles. As he was dividing the food onto plates, Ann appeared wearing her usual bathrobe. "That smells delicious," she said."I ought to be delicious. I reheated it myself," Peter replied mockingly. He placed the dog's plate on the floor in the kitchen and went and sat down in the loungeroom with his plate of food. He preferred to eat in the loungeroom than at the dining table. After becoming accustomed to the idea, Ann had also taken a liking to eating in the loungeroom. She had not, however, mastered the fine art of balancing a plate on your lap while eating from it.Bubbles had already hungrily inhaled her own meal by the time she appeared in the lounge room. Wasting no time, the dog shot straight for the small morsel of food that had escaped from Ann's plate. Sniffing curiously, she then started to lick the spots where the food had bounced off Ann's leg on it's downward journey. Bubbles' cold, probing nose made Ann writhe enough to drop another piece of steak off her plate. Thinking she had been rewarded, Bubbles started sniffing and licking Ann's leg even more. Ann promptly admitted defeat, grabber her plate and stood up to try and remedy the situation. It was then she noticed that Peter had been laughing at her the whole time. His punishment: Doing the dishes.He could've argued that he'd cooked dinner and was exempt from doing the dishes, but there were only three plates to clean and he was feeling generous. He started to run a sink of hot water when he heard a familiar gasp and giggle from the lounge room. Peter assumed (quite rightly) that bubbles had found another spot on Ann that tasted like steak. The giggling continued for another minute or so while he washed the dishes, then stopped very abruptly.Before curiosity got the better of him, Peter quickly finished the dishes and drained the sink. As he walked around the wall separating the kitchen from the loungeroom, all he could hear was the dog licking something. When he actually rounded the corner he was met with a mixed look of horror and curiosity on Ann's face. Bubbles had finished sniffing out food and had found another scent that grasped her attention. It was Ann's scent.Bubbles had just walked straight forward and put her nose under Ann's robe and into her crotch. The sudden jolt of the dog's cold, wet nose against her clitoris had startled her. Anywhere else and she would've shooed the dog away, but the small rush of pleasure was just enough that she stayed herself. The dog brushed against her clitoris twice more as she poked around with her nose. Still in shock, Ann's basic human lust urged her to push her hips forward and spread her legs just a little.That small forward motion was enough to reveal the source of her scent. Bubbles sniffed lower and lower until she struck gold; Ann's pussy. Tentatively at first, the dog started to lick at her labia. Ann shivered with delight and pushed her hips forward even further to give the dog full access. Bubbles took this as approval and started to lick in longer, harder strokes up Ann's labia. The harder she licked, the more of the tasty juice she would get. Her shock now totally overpowered by lust, she started to write around and enjoy the sensations. In one smooth motion she untied her gown and brushes it aside to reveal her round, ivory breasts. Ann's nipples were a strong pleasure point for her, so she began to fondle and pinch them to increase her pleasure. She closed her eyes and started to moan gently...and then it happened.Bubbles decided she wanted more. In one swift motion she thrust all three inches of her tongue into Ann's pussy. Ann arched her back and started open-eyed at the ceiling while a wave of pleasure washed over her. She'd never had something so stimulating and warm inside her before. As she tried to recover the dog withdrew its tongue and thrust it in again. Ann gasped in response. Spurred on by Ann's taste, the dog continued to thrust its tongue in and out of Ann's now soaking wet pussy. Ann was now only moments away from reaching her climax.She only had the chance to resume massaging and fondling her breasts and nipples for a few seconds before Bubbles went in even further. Searching for even more of Ann's juice, the dog pushed in as far as it could. This time a cold, wet nose pushed hard against Ann's clitoris. Having her clitoris rubbed, her nipples massaged and a hot dog tongue inside her was just too much. She let out a quiet grunt as the first rush of orgasm shot through her body. Wave after wave came over her as she lay limp and helpless on the lounge chair. As she gave in, her legs fell together and the dog could no longer get access to the juices she had suddenly acquired a taste for.All the while, Peter had been standing behind the chair watching. At first he'd watched in amazement, but he'd quickly discovered how much it turned him on seeing his wife licked out by his dog. Infact, his cotton boxer shorts did nothing to hide exactly how much it had turned him on. Ideas filled his mind as he sat down on the second lounge chair and removed his boxer shorts... |
