Heather reflected a moment then decided to be honest. There really was no other way to explain everything. If Mrs. Reynolds was too shocked she might tell her mother but something in the older woman's attitude suggested to Heather that her secret would be safe. She wanted to see how the other woman would react though she couldn't say exactly why. "Well, I guess it's mostly cum. I've been fucking a lot on the way home from school. Usually I get undressed, but sometimes there just isn't time. That's why I got rid of my panties to save time." Lorna Reynolds didn't believe her ears. The muscles in her stomach contracted, her face flushed and her breathing became difficult. Fucking! This sweet young girl! And talking about it so openly! It had to be true, too, she thought looking more closely at the stains and breathing in the odour that surrounded the young girl. Cum! It couldn't be anything else. And there was Rover trying to lick it up and Heather was letting him. It was incredible. She didn't know what to say. "But... your boyfriend What does he..." she stammered, not knowing what she wanted to ask. "Oh, I don't have a boyfriend, Mrs. Reynolds. Mom says that I'm too young to date. So I usually just fuck with men I meet on the way home." Rover was still trying to push his head under Heather's skirt. His cold nose ran over her wet pussy lips, bumping against her clitoris and making Heather gasp. Lorna Reynolds could see what was happening but she could not believe it. She stared in horrified fascination at the dog's head moving enthusiastically under the young girl's skirt. She knew that this was horrible, that she should put a stop to it right away but she couldn't. Some strange tension filled her body. "But... You're so young. I can't believe... I mean who... Why... How" Heather could see Mrs. Reynolds excitement and she wanted to see what would happen next. Calmly, she began telling of the adventures that had befallen her so far today on her way home from school. Of course she didn't name names. Heather was very discreet - she certainly would never mention Mr. Reynolds. And while she talked, she caressed Rover's head as he began to lap at her juicy pussy. Lorna could take no more. With a little moan of frustrated passion she pulled the girl away from the dog and pushed her towards the bathroom, hoping to escape the demons that were bedevilling her. Her mind was full of images of big cocks sliding into Heather's girlish cunt. It upset her and excited her terribly. She didn't know why but her husband had scarcely made love to her more than once or twice in the past month. Now her unreleased sexual tensions were making her tremble. While she had been at university she had had a brief lesbian affair with her room-mate one year. It had not lasted long. Both had found boyfriends quickly. But it had been sweet and satisfying. The memories came flooding back as she looked over Heather's luscious body. Her pussy ached. Angrily, she pushed the protesting dog out of the bathroom but they could both hear him whining behind the door. Heather said nothing but merely smiled and waited. She could tell that this was going to be another wonderful adventure. "O.K. now let's get those clothes off. We'll put them in the sink to soak, then we can just pop them into the dryer. If we need it, I can get out my iron. You'll soon be good as new." Her voice was strained and her gestures awkward and stiff as she reached out to help Heather with her clothes. Her hands brushed nervously against the sides of the young girl's breasts as she pulled the T-shirt over her head, noting with suppressed excitement the traces of many hands where the fabric bulged around her swelling tits. Lorna's mouth watered when she saw those two delicious mounds. She bent to help pull the hopelessly wrinkled and stained skirt off those lovely legs. Her face was right in front of Heather's delicate young pussy. Its pink lips, still swollen from her fucking with Mr. Vastos, gleamed with Rover's saliva. Lorna could see spots of dried cum that matted the sparse hairs framing her delicious slit. She wanted to plunge her face into that marvellous valley, taste it with her own lips. But she could not bring herself to do it. Slowly and reluctantly getting to her feet, she took the two discarded pieces of clothing and dropped them into the sink. Mechanically she sprinkled them with soap powder and ran the water. She had to get away or she would do something foolish. "Here, Heather. You look after this. I'll go and find you something to wear in the meantime." It hurt to tear herself away from that lovely body. Maybe if she's dressed, it will be easier, she thought. Her mind did not want to let her give in to her desires. All that had been long ago in the past. Now she was a married woman, a respectable housewife. She should be reprimanding Heather, not lusting after her. But she couldn't stop the ache in her loins. As soon as Lorna had hurried away, Rover managed to push his way into the bathroom. Heather was leaning over the sink, washing out her clothes. When she felt the dog's cold nose again on her warm flesh, she gasped and leaned over even further, thrusting her ass back at him to give him access to her slit. The dog began licking feverishly, sending his whole muzzle deep between her ass cheeks, sweeping his rough tongue from her pussy to her asshole, slurping up the remains of the gallons of cum that had been squirted into Heather that afternoon. Heather squirmed her ass and sighed in pleasure. When Lorna Reynolds returned with a bathrobe in her hand, she stopped outside the open door, hypnotized by the shocking sight in front of her. She couldn't move. The bathrobe dropped from her hand and that same hand pressed tightly against her crotch and began rubbing. Heather suddenly cried out in pleasure. The dog's licking had already pushed her to an orgasm. "Heather! Rover! Stop that! How can you let him do that, Heather! It's horrible, and I won't have it." "What Oh, I didn't notice," said Heather, turning to face her, letting the older woman take in a full view of her naked breasts and pussy. "But don't be mad at Rover. He was only playing. I don't mind." Lorna pushed the dog away even more angrily this time. She was aroused and jealous and she was trying desperately to fight both feelings. Seeing the dog with his tongue between Heather's ass cheeks only made her desires seem that much more horrible and animalistic. Heather was sorry to see the dog go. Not only had his tongue felt so good on her pussy, but she had just noticed the long, red cock that had appeared beneath his belly. Even though it looked very different from any of the men's organs she had known, it was undeniably a cock and Heather hated the idea of being so close to a hard cock that wasn't in her body someplace. Since there were always lots of men willing to fuck her, Heather had never even considered the possibility of animals. Now she did and the very idea excited her enormously. But she couldn't very well tell Mrs. Reynolds that she wanted to fuck her dog. Or could she Mrs. Reynolds was looking at her very strangely. "Here. My God! Your whole body is covered with that stuff. How many times did you... no, never mind, don't answer. Just let me wash you off." Lorna began to rub at Heather's skin with a wet washcloth. Over her breasts and down across her belly to the mound of her pussy, around and over the firm cheeks of her ass and then back to her proud young tits. The friction only added to Heather's excitement. She had already been brought to the boiling point by the dog. Now the lady of the house was making her boil over. Suddenly a small orgasm rippled through her. Heather closed her eyes and moaned. When she opened them again, Lorna Reynolds was kneeling on the bathroom floor in front of her. The washcloth lay on the floor forgotten. The older woman's eyes were glazed. Slowly she leaned forward and touched her lips to Heather's pussy. Instinctively Heather grasped at her head. Few of the men she had known had done anything like that and their lips were so different that it was another experience altogether. Heather wanted more of it. Lorna's hands moved up to clutch the firm contours of Heather's ass. She buried her face in the young girl's pussy and began madly sucking and licking. Over and over again Heather's pussy exploded into orgasm under the woman's tongue. Her legs grew weak, her vision blurred. While Lorna frantically worked at her pussy with lips and tongue, Heather sank slowly to the bathroom floor, lost in a fog of pleasure such as she had never known before. Then the kissing stopped. Lorna pulled the dazed young girl to her feet and led her quickly to the bedroom. She did not see an eager Rover follow them. Heather lay back on the bed as the older woman hurriedly striped off her own clothes. But while she was doing so the dog suddenly leaped up onto the bed. Without thinking, Heather reached out and pulled him over her. His hairy belly rubbed sensuously against hers, his panting jaws fell between the twin hills of her tits, his long, red cock throbbed against her thigh. "No Heather... Rover! No! No! You can't!" the woman cried out...

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