Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 

   Recap: In the first chapter, eleven year old Lindsey went to the doctor
in search of something to relieve her dry and irritated labia.  Alone in
the examining room, the doctor molested her and gave the young girl an
orgasm.  Afterward, he prescribed some pills, actually a high dose of
female hormones, and some aloe lotion that contained his own semen and a
mild itching agent that Lindsey would unknowingly apply to her privates.
In chapter two, Lindsey finds herself masturbating constantly due to the
high level of hormones in her system and her itchy clit.  During lunch, she
sneaks into the girls' bathroom where she pleasures herself in a stall,

using a carrot stick as a masturbatory aid.



   Chapter Three:

   After masturbating in the girls' restroom, Lindsey headed outside for
recess.  Lunchtime was over and the playground and adjoining field were
filled with running and shouting kids.  Lindsey saw her group of friends on
the other side of the field.  She briefly contemplated joining them but
decided against it.  There were only fifteen minutes left for recess and
she didn't want to have to explain her absence during lunch.

   Instead, Lindsey walked along the sidewalk, hunting for a good place to
sit down in the warm sunshine.  It felt quite odd to feel the wind swirl
against her slender legs as it caressed the bare skin of her crotch. 
Lindsey toyed with the idea of never wearing underwear again.

   Such wicked thoughts had never crossed the eleven year old's mind
before. "Why am I so horny?" Lindsey wondered to herself as she plopped
herself down on the curb.  A few feet away, two young boys played with some
Matchbox cars.  The schoolyard was divided into two parts.  The grassy
field was reserved for the older kids in junior high.  The paved blacktop
parking lot, where Lindsey sat now, was where the elementary school kids
played during recess.  The blacktop was full of shouting, younger children
playing four-square or soccer.

   Lindsey smiled to herself as she thought of the days when she would play
jacks or jump rope like the groups of young girls now on the blacktop.  Who
would have thought, she reflected, that she would one day masturbate in the
girls' bathroom?  Rubbing her closed thighs together, Lindsey thought of
the deliciously wicked orgasm she had given herself as she stood in the
bathroom stall.  Her mind filled with images of her finger racing across
her clit, the carrot embedded deep within her.

   Without thinking, Lindsey raised her closed legs higher so she could
rest her chin on her closed knees.  A few feet away, one of the boys
playing with his Matchbox cars couldn't help but notice the view created
when Lindsey lifted her closed legs.  The bottom of her skirt lay flat on
the sidewalk curb but her raised legs lifted the upper hem.  He elbowed his
friend and nodded in Lindsey's direction.  The two young boys tried not to
stare.  From the angle they were at, the could clearly see the curve of
Lindsey's bare butt.  However, the sight directly between her legs was
obscured by shadows.

   On the sidewalk, Lindsey shivered as she thought about her earlier
masturbation session.  The memory of her quaking orgasm sent little tingles
up her spine.  Between her legs, she could sense her girl parts
re-awakening and moistening.  The warm sunshine on her skin and the open
sensation of her underwear-free crotch only added to her rising horniness.

   With a frustrated sigh, Lindsey realized she was already ready to
masturbate again.  She was about to get up and return to the girls'
bathroom when she noticed the two young boys staring at her.  They quickly
averted their gaze and looked at the ground they saw Lindsey looking in
their direction.

   They were clearly embarrassed, Lindsey thought to herself.  But at what?
Looking down at herself, Lindsey realized her raised knees were giving the
young boys a magnificent view of naked bottom.  Lindsey smiled to herself.
They were clearly intrigued by her nakedness.  Out of the corner of her
eye, she studied them.  They were young, probably five or six years old. 
In second grade at the most.

   The thought of exposing herself to these two second-graders turned
Lindsey on immensely.  She shivered again.  There was definitely a film of
moisture between her hairless lips now.  Glancing around, Lindsey noticed
that this part of the blacktop pavement was largely empty.  Aside from the
two second-graders playing with their Matchbox cars, the nearest group were
some girls playing jump rope at least fifty yards away.

   Throwing caution to the wind, Lindsey leaned back until she reclined
completely on the sidewalk, her head resting against the warm concrete as
she gazed into the blue sky.  She pretended to relax like that for a
minute. Then, feeling deliciously wicked, the eleven year old girl slowly
opened her closed knees.  Lindsey inhaled slowly, relishing the feel of the
warm sunshine on her exposed crotch.  She had never sunbathed nude and the
sunlight was touching a virgin part of her skin.

   The two boys had felt a certain elation when they saw the junior-high
girl lie down on the sidewalk.  They could stare all they wanted now.  But
nothing prepared them for the sight of the older girl's legs parting,
gloriously revealing her privates.  Sneakily, they boys moved along the
blacktop pavement, pretending to play, until they were directly in front of
Lindsey's spread crotch.

   The boys were fascinated.  They had never seen an older girl's pussy
before.  Now a beautiful view lay merely eight feet from them.  They tried
not to stare but it was difficult to wrest their eyes from Lindsey's
temptingly exposed girlhood.  Her puffy lips enclosed a dark and mysterious
slit, adorned only with a few stray spirals of hair.  Both of their little
penises twitched and began to grow hard, though neither boy understood why.


   Still lying down, Lindsey craned her eyes without lifting her head.  She
could see the tops of the boys' heads and was amused to see they had moved
from their original vantage point.  Now they were directly in front of her.
The naughty and wicked thought of the two second-graders staring at her
slit only made the young girl wet.  Lindsey felt an overwhelming desire to
relieve the burning desire between her legs.

   She let both hands wander down across her flat tummy.  She caressed her
inner thigh for a moment before settling down on her crotch.  For a moment,
the two second-grade boys were dismayed to see her cover herself up with
her hands.  This disappointment was changed to shock as Lindsey pulled open
the fleshy skin of her puffy crotch, revealing her pink and moist inner
labia.

   Lindsey was too horny to stop now.  Her middle fingers kept her lips
pulled open as her index finger began to diddle her erect clit.  The
feeling was electric.  The wickedness of masturbating in front of two
younger boys had made Lindsey sopping wet and there was no shortage of
lubrication as her finger slid smoothly against her engorged clit.

   Aware that recess would probably end soon, Lindsey concentrated hard on
the pleasure radiating outward from between her legs.  With intense focus,
the eleven year old girl willed her body and her pounded clit to give her
an orgasm.  When she wanted, Lindsey could usually give herself an orgasm
in no time at all.

   She was getting close now.  Her finger raced at light-speed across her
clit.  A trickle of moisture had begun to seep from her pink baby vagina,
now puckered wide open in anticipation of her orgasm.  She could feel her
lubrication dribble down and tickle her anal rosette.

   "Uh... Uh... Hmmph... Uh..." Lindsey was breathing hard now.  The orgasm
was just hovering above now, waiting to capture her.  Just then the bell
rang, signaling the end of recess.  At the same moment the bell sounded,
Lindsey's orgasm erupted.

   "Ahhhhh!" Lindsey gave a little scream of pleasure that was hidden by
the ringing bell.  The two second-grade boys watched, fascinated, as
Lindsey's back arched in pleasure as she came hard.  They could see the
muscles in her leg as they strained and contracted.  Each boys' little
penis was now fully hard and erect, although the reason still escaped them.


   The bell stopped ringing.  Reluctantly, the two boys got up and gathered
their Matchbox cars.  Casting a final glance at Lindsey, they turned and
began to trudge back to the school entrance, both with little tents in
their jeans.

   Lindsey lay still for a moment, recovering from her third orgasm of the
day.  She could hear the sound of many indistinct voices approaching as the
students began to make their way back to school.  Quickly, she sat up and
got to her feet, her head spinning slightly.  Her fingers were wet and
pungent with the unmistakable scent of her juices.  Hoping no one would
notice, Lindsey joined the incoming throng of students.

   The remainder of the day passed quickly.  Satiated from her masturbation
sessions, Lindsey found she was actually able to concentrate on schoolwork
during her last three classes.  Her legs would part occasionally during
class and it was only then that Lindsey was reminded by the cool air that
she wasn't wearing underwear.



   Even so, the day passed uneventfully and Lindsey was grateful when she
hopped off the bus and dashed up to the front door of her home.  Kicking
off her shoes and dropping her backpack at the door, Lindsey headed for the
kitchen to get a snack.  Her mom was doing the dishes.



   "Hi mom," Lindsey said cheerfully as she began rooting inside the
refrigerator.

   "Hi Lindsey," her mother replied.  "How was school?"

   "Oh, fine," Lindsey said vaguely.  She poured herself a glass of orange
juice.

   "Your father and I are going out for a movie tonight," her mom said. 
"Will you be okay staying home by yourself?"

   Lindsey contemplated all the things she could do home alone.  Her heart
beat excitedly.  "Sure, mom!" she said happily.  "I'll be fine!"

   Her mother frowned at her.  "Well, all the same, are you sure you don't
want Jamie around?"

   Lindsey groaned.  Jamie lived across the street.  He was fifteen years
old now but he had been babysitting Lindsey for the past three years.  She
didn't like him because he was always so bossy.

   "Mom!" Lindsey contemplated.  "I'm old enough to stay by myself now!"

   Her mom turned and dried her hands on a dishtowel.  "Well," she said,
reflecting, "maybe I'll just ask Jamie to stop by sometime this evening to
make sure everything's okay.  Your father and I should be home before ten."

   Lindsey sighed.  Having Jamie check on her was probably better than him
staying all night.  "Okay," she conceded reluctantly.

   "Here," her mom said, holding a bottle of pills out to her daughter.  "I
know Dr Sanders said you should take it before bed but I want you to take
it now since I won't be here to remind you."

   Obediently, Lindsey extracted a pill and washed it down with some orange
juice.  She handed her mom the empty glass.

   "Thanks, mom," Lindsey said.  "I think I'm going to take a nap.  Is that
okay?"

   "Of course, honey," her mom replied, returning to the dishes.

   Once in her bedroom, Lindsey found herself unusually fatigued.  Not
bothering to undress, she pulled a bed sheet over her and fell into a deep
sleep.  She had odd dreams of masturbating and exposing herself to
strangers.  In one dream, she walked down the street naked as everyone
stared at her.  In another, a group of schoolboys surrounded her in the
girls' bathroom as she masturbated.

   These sex dreams continued until Lindsey felt something gently shaking
her shoulder.

   "Lindsey?  Wake up, honey." It was her mom's voice.  Lindsey inhaled
deeply and realized she had been soundly sleeping.  Groggily, she opened
her eyes.  Her mom sat on her bed, wearing her fancy earrings and a nice
dress.  Her father stood in the doorway of her bedroom, also nattily
dressed with a nice tie.

   "We're going to leave now, Lindsey," her mom said.  "Are you sure you'll
be okay?  You've been sleeping for the past two hours."

   "Um, yeah," Lindsey said rubbing her eyes.  "I'll be fine."

   "Are you sure?" her father asked, approaching the bed and touching her
shoulder.

   "Maybe we should ask Jamie to come over," Lindsey's mom said, looking at
her husband anxiously.

   "No," Lindsey said, trying to wake up.  "I'm fine.  I was just tired. 
It was a long day." The young girl did her best to wake up and look fresh.

   Her mother looked at her doubtfully.  "Well..."

   "I'm fine, mom," Lindsey said reassuringly.  "You guys go and have a
good time."

   Her mom got up and studied her daughter apprehensively.

   "I'm fine," Lindsey repeated.  "I'll call you on your cell phone if I
don't feel well.  I promise."

   "Okay," her mom said, giving in.  "I left dinner in the fridge for you."

   "Okay," Lindsey replied, sitting up in her bed.  She remembered she
wasn't wearing underwear beneath her skirt.  Carefully, she made sure the
bed sheet covered her.

   "All right," her mom said, exiting Lindsey's bedroom.  "And don't forget
honey, you need to go over to the Williamsons house to let Blackie out and
feed him, okay?"

   "Okay," Lindsey said, sliding out of bed and following her parents
downstairs.  Her mom still spoke as they walked.

   "They also asked if you could water the garden in the backyard."

   "Sure."

   "Jamie will come to check on you too, okay?"

   "Okay." They had reached the front door.  Lindsey carefully sat down on
the stairs, adjusting her skirt on her legs and watched as her mom slipped
into her shoes while her father pulled on his jacket.  Finally they were
ready to go.  Lindsey's mom leaned over to give her forehead a kiss.

   "Be a good girl, okay?" she said.  "And don't forget to put on more of
that lotion if you need it."

   "Okay, mom.  Bye!"

   The door shut and clicked as the lock slipped into place.  A few minutes
later, Lindsey heard the car starting in the driveway.  A Friday evening
all to herself!  She was excited.

   Running upstairs, Lindsey went to the bathroom and pulled out the jar of
soothing lotion that Dr Sanders had given her.  The dryness and irritation
had stopped but Lindsey remembered how nice it felt to spread the cool
cream on her privates.  Hiking up her skirt, she scooped out a healthy
amount of the white cream and worked it into her feminine area.  Just like
that morning, the cool cream felt nice as the young girl thoroughly rubbed
it into her pink inner labia.



   Sighing, Lindsey dropped her skirt and headed back downstairs.  She
decided to get her chores done first.  Slipping on a pair of flip-flops,
she located the key to the Williamsons' house on the kitchen counter and
headed next door.

   Lindsey always enjoyed going to the Williamsons' house.  They were quite
well off but had no kids living with them in their large mansion.  Mrs. 
Williamson was a doctor and Mr.  Williamson worked at home as an artist. 
He liked to paint and sculpt and even Lindsey had to admit she liked his
work.

   Lindsey bounded up the stone steps that led to the porch of the house.
Unlocking the front door, she let herself inside.  The interior of the
house was quiet and dark.  Even the smell indicated that no one had been
home for awhile.  Lindsey passed through the front living room, filled with
dark leather couches and heavy carpeting.

   "Blackie?" she called.  The dog didn't respond.  He was probably already
outside, Lindsey thought.  She knew that the backyard was fenced in and
there was a doggie-door in the door leading out back.  Blackie was a fairly
independent dog.  When the Williamsons spoke about letting Blackie out,
they meant only to fill up his food and water dish and to keep him company
for a bit.

   Entering the kitchen, Lindsey located the dog food in a pantry and
filled up Blackie's food dish.  After doing the same with his water bowl,
she let herself out into the backyard, closing the door behind her.



   Blackie spotted her immediately and bounded up to greet her.  "Hi, boy,"
Lindsey said, playing with the black lab for a moment.  She picked up a
tennis ball and threw it across the yard for the dog to fetch.  After ran
off to get it, Lindsey walked around the yard in search for a hose to water
the garden.

   The Williamsons' backyard was very beautiful as well.  Mr.  Williamson
spent much time maintaining the garden and it was currently in bloom with
several varieties of flowers.  A small pond gurgled in the corner and
several of Mr.  Williamson's own statues and sculptures dotted the yard,
which was enclosed by a tall wooden fence that maintained a high level of
privacy.

   As Lindsey searched for the garden hose, she thought about how
comfortable and cozy the backyard seemed.  With the tall fence and trees,
Lindsey couldn't even see her own house even though it was just next door.
It was like her own little paradise.

   The wind rustled the leaves slightly and the breeze gently worked its
way up the eleven year old's skirt, tickling her bare privates.  Lindsey
giggled at the sensation.  A naughty idea occurred to her.  Why not take
off all her clothes?  The backyard was perfectly secluded.  Lindsey slipped
off her skirt and pulled her shirt over her head.  Shivering slightly in
the breeze, the young girl tossed her clothes onto a patio table.

   Wearing only her flip-flops now, Lindsey resumed her search for the
garden hose.  The cool air made the nipples crowning her breast buds become
erect and hard.  She liked this sensation of walking around the yard naked.
For a brief moment, she recalled the dream from her nap when she walked
naked down the street as people stared at her.

   The memory of the dream caused the little girl's hormones to surge. 
Licking her lips, Lindsey fondly remembered how horny she felt in her
dream. And now, standing naked among the trees and flowers of the
Williamsons' backyard, the young girl could feel herself getting very
excited.

   Her hand snaked out and reached between her legs.  "No one can see," she
reasoned to herself.  "Why not do it here?" Her finger ran along the
moistened valley of her slit.  Lindsey gasped as she made contact with her
clit.  Tenderly, she coaxed her clit out of hiding, stroking herself until
her clit poked out of its hood, pink and erect.

   Across the yard, Blackie barked as he saw a squirrel.  The sudden noise
pulled the young girl from her reverie, snapping her back to reality.  "Oh
well," Lindsey muttered to herself.  "I can do this later."

   She began to search for the garden hose again.  But now her privates
began to itch uncontrollably.  Lindsey gave herself a quick rub between the
legs but that only temporarily relieved the itch.  As she headed for the
garden shed, Lindsey began to rub her inner labia, sighing with relief as
she scratched.



   "Ahhh," the young girl sighed, scratching herself.  "That's better." She
was only halfway to the garden shed when the itching began again, this time
more intense and prickly than before.  The frustrated girl began to scratch
herself again, this time rubbing her engorged clit a bit as well.

   "Mmmm," Lindsey exhaled, partly from the itching and partly from
touching her intimate area.  It felt so good to touch herself!  On one
hand, she was relieving her massive itch.  On the other hand, it felt so
sexually pleasurable to rub herself like this.

   Lindsey found if she constantly kept on scratching, the itching was
bearable.  Unfortunately, the persistent rubbing only served to heighten
the preteen girl's horniness.  Lindsey could feel her innocent vagina
getting wet as she stroked between her legs.

   As she masturbated in the backyard, Lindsey eyes fell on a statue near
the fence.  It was a statue of a Native American sitting cross legged on
the ground.  His posture was very straight and his arm was extended,
pointing at something.  It was probably Mr.  Williamson's miniature
interpretation of the Crazy Horse Monument.

   Overwhelmed with horniness, Lindsey suddenly had an idea.  Walking up to
the statue, she found that the stone arm was just the right height. 
Turning so her back was facing the statue's face, she lifted her leg over
the arm.  She was standing directly over the statue's bicep now but it was
too low.  Luckily, the statue's pointing arm was inclined upward.  Lindsey
moved forward a little bit, passing the statue's elbow.  Still too low.

   Scooting to the end of the arm, Lindsey found the upper forearm of the
statue was at the perfect height.  She only had to lower herself an inch
before the stone arm brushed against her bare crotch.  Lindsey reached down
and spread her lips apart, letting the statue rub against her innermost
girlhood.

   The eleven year old giggled as she straddled the statue's arm, pushing
her clit against its hardness.  The horny preteen began to grind against
the rough stone, enjoying the unique sensation of its coarse texture
against her moistening inner labia.  The stone's unrefined surface
scratched her itchy privates in just the right way.

   "Uhhhh," the eleven year old grunted as her clit ground against the hard
granite.  Her itchiness was fading quickly only to be replaced by an
overwhelming horniness.  The surface of the stone arm was now slick with
the young girl's lubrication.  The puffy folds of her crotch slid smoothly
against the granite.  Lindsey lengthened the distance of her strokes,
enjoying the feel of the stone as she dragged her hard clit against it.



   Lindsey's face and chest began to flush as she grew more excited.  The
wickedness of masturbating on this statue in her neighbor's yard made her
unbelievably horny.  "God," Lindsey thought as she ground her hips against
the statue, "this is the fourth time I've masturbated today.  What's going
on?"

   Lindsey was on the verge of an orgasm when she stopped her motions.  The
little girl didn't want to come yet.  Looking down at the pointing arm of
the statue, she had another idea.  Lifting her leg, Lindsey stepped over
the arm so that she no longer straddled it.  She paused for a moment,
surprised to see the statue's arm had turned a darker gray where she had
been rubbing against.  She was producing so much lubrication that the
normally light gray of the granite had become a darker shade.

   Moving to the front of the statue, Lindsey positioned herself so the
statue's extended arm was pointed at her butt.  Leaning forward, she placed
her hands on her knees and presented her glistening slit to the pointing
finger of the statue.  Backing up slowly in little steps, Lindsey inched
closer to the statue until she felt the stone finger at the entrance to her
vagina.

   Taking a deep breath, the young girl moved her butt backwards, letting
the stone finger slip inside her tight vagina.  Carefully, she let another
inch of the hardness penetrate her.  The granite finger of the statue felt
much harder and bigger than the carrot she had used early today.  Slowly,
the horny preteen girl impaled herself.  Soon, all five inches of the stone
finger were inside her.

   Lindsey sighed in pleasure.  Before today, she had rarely penetrated her
innocent vagina but with her extreme horniness, the young girl felt an
inexplicable desire to have something inside her.  The stone finger
stretched her vaginal tissue and made her feel very full inside. 
Leisurely, Lindsey began to fuck herself on the stone finger.  It slid
smoothly in and out of her, thanks to her copious lubrication.

   "Uhhh....  Uhhh..." Lindsey grunted as her vagina slid up and down the
granite.  The texture of the stone felt even better inside her.  Its rough
sensation against the smoothness of her vagina drove the young girl crazy.
She began to hump the finger faster, gasping in ecstasy.

   Trembling in pleasure, Lindsey reached for her clit.  Her finger flicked
her little button, adding fuel to her fire.  "Close, so close..." Lindsey
thought as she diddled her slippery clitoris.  Moaning, the eleven year old
impaled herself one last time before the orgasm slammed into her body.

   "Ahhh... Ohhh..." Lindsey groaned as the powerful waves overtook her. 
The preteen girl closed her eyes in bliss as she came.  Her orgasms had
never been this intense before.  This one seemed to go on for hours. 
Finally, Lindsey body relaxed as the contractions lessened.

   "Whew," Lindsey puffed.  She was still slightly bent over, her butt
pressed against the end of the statue's arm.  The granite finger inside her
was still as hard as ever.  Gingerly, she moved forward to extract the
stone intruder inside her.  When she finally slipped free, Lindsey felt
exhausted.  Ignoring the thin trickle of lubrication running down her leg,
the naked and spent girl trudged back to the house.

   Blackie saw her heading for the door and ran up to meet her.  The dog
sniffed her a few times.  Before Lindsey could stop him, he licked at her
leg.

   "Quit it, Blackie," Lindsey told him wearily.  The young girl wasn't
aware that the dog was licking her pussy lubrication that was running down
her leg.  She pushed the dog away again as she kept trying to sniff and
lick her leg.

   Reaching the door, Lindsey turned the doorknob.  It was locked.  Her
heart sank.  This was the only way back into the house.  Lindsey tried
again, just to make sure the doorknob wasn't just stubborn.  No luck.  She
had locked herself out of the house.  Blackie still nudged at her with his
wet noise.  She pushed him away.

   One option was to put on her clothes and climb over the fence.  But
Lindsey was tired from masturbating.  She just wanted to lie down for a
moment.  The young girl was about to lie down on the grass when she noticed
Blackie's doggie door.



   It was a fairly small doggie door, only twelve inches wide and sixteen
inches high.  The Williamsons' had installed it when Blackie was a puppy
and they hadn't thought about how much the black lab would grow.  These
days, Blackie could just barely squeeze through the door.  She sized up the
black lab sitting before her.

   "If he can do it," Lindsey thought, "I should be able to fit too."

   Getting on her hands and knees, Lindsey examined the door.  It wasn't
the kind of door with a swinging section of a door board.  Instead, there
were several long strips of heavy-duty plastic that hung over the twelve by
sixteen inch covering.  Lindsey parted the strips with her hands and peered
inside.  She found herself looking at the tile of the kitchen floor from a
new perspective.

   Poking her head through the door, Lindsey started to crawl.  Her
shoulders were too wide so she had to twist her torso to get the right
angle.  Her shoulders fit if she went through vertically.  But it was
difficult to crawl like so once her arms were through the door, Lindsey
rotated her torso so she was on her hands and knees again.

   Now her upper half was inside the house but her lower half still needed
to go through the door.  Lindsey crawled forward a little further but she
realized her hips were a tiny bit too wide to go through the door.  She'd
have to twist vertically again to pull her lower half through.

   Lindsey scooted backward a bit, letting her butt push out high in the
air.  "Good thing no one can see me," Lindsey thought grimly.  Just then
the young girl felt a strange sensation on her exposed crotch on the other
side of the door.  Panicking, Lindsey screamed and tried to jerk her upper
body back out the door.

   In her panic, Lindsey had yanked her upper body hard into the narrow
door frame.  Now the wood was painfully tight as it dug into her ribs.  She
realized with dismay that she was stuck in the doggie door.  Her arms
lacked the leverage to pull herself forward to free herself.

   Lindsey flinched as she felt the odd sensation on her crotch again.  It
felt like something wet and slimy was caressing her bare privates.

   "Blackie!" Lindsey realized with a start.  The dog was licking her!  "No
Blackie, stop it!" she cried, hoping the dog could hear through the door.

   But Blackie either didn't hear or didn't care.  She felt his long tongue
slither against her slit again.  "Blackie!" the young girl exclaimed.

   The black lab began to lap at her exposed pussy.  Lindsey struggled to
free herself but in her panic she had lodged herself firmly in the door. 
The preteen girl squirmed in frustration.  She tried to close her legs but
it didn't matter.  The dog burrowed its way up into her privates, lapping
away at her girlhood.

   Occasionally, his tongue would slap against her clit.  Feeling a little
ashamed, Lindsey had to admit that it felt good.  Embarrassed, the eleven
year old girl spread her legs wider now to give Blackie better access.

   "Ahhh..." Lindsey gasped as the dog's tongue dug into her clit.  The
young girl mewled from the stimulation.  She was thrusting her rear higher
into the air and getting very wet as Blackie pleasured her.

   Lindsey felt herself heading for another orgasm when Blackie stopped. 
Frustrated, the young girl groaned and wagged her skinny but back and forth
to entice the dog to return.

   "Blackie?" she called through the door.  "Are you there, boy?"

   Suddenly, she felt something heavy and hair against her butt and lower
back.  "Blackie?" she called.  "Is that you?"

   Unknown to Lindsey, Blackie had mounted her.  The little girl's lower
half was perfectly presented to the dog and the scent of her lubrication
had made the dog go wild.  It wasn't until Lindsey felt Blackie' paws
against her thighs that she realized what had happened.

   "Blackie!" she shouted, alarmed.  "No Blackie!  No!"

   But it was too late.  The dog's penis had come out of its sheath and the
weapon was now stabbing at her rear, trying to find it's target.  Lindsey
could feel the dog's hard penis thrusting and missing.  First, Blackie
poked at her butt several times.

   "No, Blackie, please stop," Lindsey pleaded, to no avail.  Now she felt
the long shaft of his penis rubbing between her vaginal lips, gathering
moisture.  Lindsey squirmed, trying to free herself from the door.  It was
no use.  She was too firmly lodged in the door frame.

   Now she could feel Blackie's hard and pointed penis poking her nether
region, just between her vagina and anal rosette.  The dog was furiously
stabbing at this area, knowing that his target must be somewhere near.

   "Blackie!" Lindsey shouted one last time in frustration.  The young girl
wiggled her hips, trying to escape from the dog's grip.  But Blackie
tenaciously kept on.  He was getting dangerously close to her vagina now.
Just a few inches and...

   "Ahhh!" Lindsey gasped in surprise as the dog's cock found its mark.  In
one smooth thrust, Blackie had buried himself to the hilt inside the eleven
year old girl.

   "Oh god..." Lindsey moaned.  The dog's penis felt much larger than the
carrot, much larger than the stone finger she had just fucked.  It felt
like a red hot poker inside of her.  Blackie began to pump in and out of
the little girl.

   Lindsey had no choice but to stay on her hands and knees as the dog
fucked her.  She moaned with each thrust, partly out of pain, but more from
the pleasure.  She could feel Blackie's hard penis push deep inside her,
deeper than she thought possible.  The dog's cock felt burning hot as it
plunged in and out of her wet pussy.



   "Ohhh," Lindsey groaned.  She could feel the dog's weight heavy on her
back as his paws dug into her thighs.  The eleven year old girl felt
totally dirty and slutty but she couldn't ignore the horniness that gripped
her entire body.  Lindsey reached one hand through the doggie door and
began to stroke her clit.

   As she worked her throbbing clit, Lindsey sensed something different
happening on each of Blackie's thrusts.  On each inward thrust, she could
feel a hard bulge pushing against the mouth of her vagina.  This bulge
wasn't there before.  It felt too big to be inserted inside her but Blackie
kept pushing insistently.  At this point, Lindsey was too horny to care
what was going on, so long as Blackie kept fucking her.

   The dog had been fucking her faster and faster but now he was slowing
down.  Finally, he stopped, his cock about halfway embedded in the little
girl.

   "Blackie?" Lindsey called.  "What's wrong boy?" She stopped rubbing her
clit for a moment.  Once the young girl stopped masturbating, her vagina
relaxed a bit.  Blackie, sensing this, plunged forward forcing his knot
into the preteen girl's vagina.

   "Uhhhh... god..." Lindsey moaned, taken aback.  Her arms relaxed
suddenly.  Unable to hold herself up, Lindsey rested her head on the cold
tile floor of the kitchen.  Blackie had pushed that large bulb at the base
of his penis inside her and the eleven year old girl had never felt so
stuffed in her life.

   The bulge stretched her vaginal walls to the max.  Lindsey was barely
coherent, she could only groan as the dog's knot pulsed inside her.  It was
pressing against her g-spot, directly stimulating the underside of her
clit. Lindsey could feel herself on the verge of an orgasm.  Reaching down
through the doggie door, she gave her clit three quick strokes.

   That did it.  The young girl moaned in orgasmic bliss as pleasure
overwhelmed her senses.  Lindsey's tight vaginal walls contracted on the
dog's cock buried inside her.  Her own orgasm set off Blackie's orgasm as
well.  Her stretched pussy milked his cock with gentle contractions and, in
return, Lindsey could feel a warm sensation start to grow deep inside her.

   The preteen girl moaned in bliss as Blackie filled her with his semen.
It felt incredibly hot, boiling hot, as it squirted and churned inside her.
Lindsey's own orgasm had subsided but it still felt deliciously warm inside
of her as Blackie soaked her insides with his juices.

   Exhausted, Lindsey lay with her face on the cool kitchen tile as she
recovered.  She rested for several minutes before propping herself up on
her hands again.

   "Okay, Blackie," she murmured, "it's been swell but I think it's time
you left." Lindsey wiggled her bottom, attempting to extricate herself from
the dog.  But each time she pulled forward or to the side, Blackie moved
with her.

   "C'mon Blackie," she called through the door.  "Quit it." She wiggled
once again, trying to shake the dog from her pussy.  It was no use.  Each
time Lindsey felt like she was slipping away, she could feel the dog's hard
bulge resisting against the outer mouth of her vagina.

   Desperately, Lindsey tried to kick at kick at Blackie' rear legs to get
him off of her.  The dog tried to dismount but the knot held him tight. 
Lindsey yelped in alarm as she felt the hard bulge painfully stretch her
vagina as Blackie tried to dismount.

   Lindsey began to panic.  "Are we going to stay like this forever?" she
thought, frightened.  Realizing what she had done, Lindsey stomach turned
in fear as she thought about what would happen if someone found out she had
fucked a dog.

   Then, the worst thing in the world happened.  Lindsey heard the front
door of the house open.

   "Hello?  Lindsey?  You in here?"

   Lindsey's mouth went dry.  It was Jamie.  The next door neighbor who was
supposed to check up on her.  And here was Lindsey, naked and stuck in the
doggie door with a dog stuck in her.  She swallowed hard.

   Footsteps sounded as Jamie entered the house.  She heard him close the
door.  Closing her eyes, she prayed he wouldn't come in the kitchen.

   "Lindsey?" he called again.  His footsteps were closer now.  Lindsey
panicked some more and tried to pull herself through the doggie door.  She
was still too tightly stuck.

   "Lindsey?" It was over.  Lindsey saw Jamie's feet appear in the kitchen
doorway.  He flipped a switch and light flooded the room.  Blushing,
Lindsey raised her head to look forlornly at her neighbor.

   "Lindsey?" Jamie said again, confused.  "What the hell are you doing?"
He eyed the topless eleven year old before him, her lower half concealed by
the doggie door.

   "Hi Jamie," Lindsey said, sheepishly, looking away.  "I... locked myself
out and... I tried to go through the doggie door but got... stuck."

   "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Jamie asked.

   Lindsey blushed furiously.  "Um, oh..." she stammered.  "I... don't
know. I took it off..."

   "Where's Blackie?"

   "Blackie?" Lindsey repeated.  Looking at the door, Lindsey realized that
there was no way for Jamie to see what was happening on the other side. 
Her body was firmly wedged in the doggie door and the there wasn't a window
in the door.  There was no way for Jamie to know that she had Blackie's
penis firmly entrenched in her vagina.

   "Blackie's out playing in the yard," Lindsey explained.  "We were
playing and he, um, tore my shirt.  So I took it off." She smiled wanly at
Jamie, hoping he would accept the explanation.



   "Huh," the teenager said.  He approached the stuck preteen girl and
squatted down in front of her.  He examined the frame of the dog door.

   "Yeah, you're stuck pretty good all right," he remarked.  "I don't know
how I can get you out.  I guess I can call the police.  Or maybe the fire
department.  They can rescue cats in trees and stuff, right?"

   "No!" Lindsey exclaimed.  If he called the fire department, they would
come right away.  And then everyone would undoubtedly find out what she and
Blackie had done.

   "I mean, you can't," Lindsey explained, flustered.  "I'd feel really
embarrassed if people saw me like this."

   Jamie grinned at her as he sat back on his heels before her.  "Well, I
can see you like this," he said, mocking her.

   "Jamie, please," Lindsey begged.  "Don't tell anyone about this."

   "Why shouldn't I?" he asked indifferently.

   "Please, Jamie, just don't."

   Jamie looked at her thoughtfully.  Lindsey felt a strange dread growing
in her stomach.

   "I can keep it a secret," he said.  "If you can keep something else a
secret too." Jamie leaned forward and reached under her chest.  Shocked,
Lindsey felt his fingers caress her little breast buds.

   "Jamie!" she protested.  But he continued to squeeze and caress her
nipples.  Shamefully, she felt them become had under his touch.

   "You promise not to tell anyone?" Jamie asked.

   Lindsey nodded.  He kept on pinching her nipples, sending unwanted
tingles of pleasure down her spine.  Lindsey couldn't help but notice the
growing tent in his shorts as he squatted in front of her.

   He noticed her gaze.  "I'll give you a better view," he told her,
standing up.

   "No!" Lindsey said, alarmed.  But it was too late.  Jamie pulled down
his shorts and stepped out of them.  When he knelt down again, Lindsey was
face to face with his penis.  It was the first male penis she had ever seen
in real life.  Unable to resist, she stared at its throbbing hardness and
dark red tip.

   "Open your mouth, Lindsey," Jamie said softly.

   Reluctantly, the eleven year old girl opened her mouth a little.  Jamie
pushed his erection between her semi-closed lips.  And before she knew it,
Lindsey's tongue was touching the underside of Jamie's hard penis.

   "Suck it," he ordered her.  Having no choice, Lindsey obeyed.  Closing
her lips around his shaft, she began to suck on his cock.  On the other
side of the door, Lindsey and Blackie were still mated, unbeknownst to
Jamie.

   Jamie moaned, enjoying it as he forced himself on this eleven year old
girl.  Lindsey gamely kept on sucking his penis.  It wasn't so bad, she
thought.  Jamie's penis definitely had a taste to it but it wasn't
necessarily unpleasant.  On the other side of the door Blackie kept moving,
testing to see if his knot was ready to be removed yet.  The young girl
could feel her vagina being tugged with the dog's movements.

   "You're doing a great job, Lindsey," Jamie told her.  "You ever done
this before?" He extracted his penis from her mouth so she could answer.

   "No."

   "No?  Well, let me show you a trick then.  Guys really like this.  It's
called deep throating."

   So saying he took Lindsey's head firmly with both hands.  "Open wide,"
he told her.  "Good, good.  No, don't suck yet.  Just relax.  That's right.
Relax your throat."

   Lindsey felt Jamie start pushing his penis deeper inside her mouth. 
When he hit the back of her throat, she gagged.

   "Now come on, Lindsey.  You can do better than that.  Just relax now."

   Jamie kept on pushing his penis into her.  Lindsey squirmed but he
gripped her head tightly, holding her immobile.  His penis was approaching
her throat again and she could feel her gag reflex twitching.



   "Good girl, Lindsey," he told her.  "Relax a bit.  Come on.  Breathe
through your nose.  I'm going to go a little further now, just relax okay.
Good, good.  A little more..."



   Lindsey felt his penis slip past the back of her throat.  She
concentrated hard to suppress her gag reflex.  Jamie continued to force his
cock down her throat.  Lindsey watched as his crotch closed in on her face.
And then suddenly her lips were pressing against his pubic hair.  She had
done it.  She had deep-throated Jamie's cock.  She could feel his scrotum
pressing against her chin.  The eleven year old girl was completely stuffed
at both ends now.  A dog's penis twitched as it lay buried in her pussy and
a teenage boy's penis likewise twitched deep in her throat.

   "Oh god, Lindsey," Jamie moaned.  "That feels so good." Lindsey closed
her lips around the base of his penis and sucked, her tongue pressing
against his hardness.  It was too much for the teenage boy.  Lindsey heard
him moan loudly and then his penis began to twitch in her mouth.  It was a
strange sensation to feel his hot semen slipping down her throat without
ever having passed her mouth and tongue.



   "Oh god, oh god," Jamie breathed as the young girl swallowed every drop
of his come.  He couldn't believe his luck to find sexy little Lindsey
Morgan stuck in a doggie door like this.  When his cock finally stopped
spurting his seed down her throat, Jamie slowly withdrew himself from the
Lindsey's willing mouth.

   "Man," he said, leaning back on his heels for a moment, giving Lindsey
an unforgettable view of his penis, wet with her saliva, dangling in front
of his hairy scrotum.  Jamie stayed like that for a long moment before
getting to his feet and pulling his shorts back on.  He turned to leave.



   "Wait," Lindsey said shyly.  "I'm still stuck."

   Jamie turned and looked at this sexy preteen girl, stuck in a doggie
door.  "Well, I don't know," he said, shrugging his shoulders.  "Here," he
said, grabbing a bottle off the countertop and putting it within her reach.
"You can use this.  I'll check back in a few hours to see if you're free."
He grinned at her and Lindsey watched, frustrated, as he left.

   She reached out and took the bottle he had left.  Olive oil.  Lindsey
sighed.  She had been so nice to him!  Perhaps it was better this way
though.  If he had helped her, he might have somehow discovered what
Blackie was doing to her on the other side of the door.

   Lindsey squirmed again, wiggling her rear end.  To her relief, this time
she could feel Blackie's penis give a bit.  Encouraged, the young girl
tried it again.  She felt his knot pop out of her, followed by the rest of
his penis and a gush of fluid.  The knot had been acting as a cork, holding
in all Blackie's semen.  Without it, the sticky white fluid flowed freely
from her distended vagina.  Lindsey was amazed by the quantity of it.  It
was like flowing out of her like a faucet.

   Opening the bottle of olive oil, Lindsey did her best to pour a little
bit on each side of the door frame that held her tight at the ribs.  A few
puddles of olive oil formed on the kitchen floor.  Oh well, Lindsey
thought. She tried to pull herself through the door again.  This time she
moved a tiny inch.  With all her might, Lindsey pulled until her arms felt
like they were going to pop out of their sockets.  Just when she was about
to give up, her chest slipped free of the door frame.

   Sighing in relief, Lindsey carefully rotated her torso and pulled the
remainder of her body into the house.  Lying free on the kitchen floor, the
young girl felt the tension release from her body.  Stumbling to her feet,
Lindsey unlocked the kitchen door and went to the backyard to retrieve her
clothes.  Blackie now sat obediently before her and wagged his tail as she
dressed.



   Ruefully, Lindsey swatted the dog playfully as they entered the house
together.  After making sure everything was in order, Lindsey locked up the
house and went home.  Lindsey reflected for a moment, thinking of her wild
day today.  She had masturbated four times, twice in public, and had capped
off the entire affair with a load of dog semen in her vagina and another of
teenage boy semen in her tummy.  By the time she reached her own house,
Lindsey could feel herself getting wet again already.



   ************* If you'd like to send comments or feedback on this story,
please use the form at /~Janus/main.html#feedback