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Lenia Bound
by rache

Copyright 2005-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
rache696@yahoo.com

Note: This story is posted in three parts for convenience. This is
part 2 of 3 (if you're counting)

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


"Soooooo..." David pursed his lips.

We were sitting in a booth, which afforded us a little privacy at
least, eating Chinese food this time.

"You weren't serious, were you?" I finally had to ask. "About babies?
With Sam and Shep?" I had to find out if he was really crazy or not.

"Yeah, 'fraid so," David nodded, looking very serious. "You think I'm
crazy, huh? That's okay..."

"No, no..." I protested weakly, the way people do when they don't want
to hurt someone's feelings.

"I've heard it before." David took a deep breath through his nose. "I
don't blame you, Lisa. I mean, it is crazy." He looked down, defeated
maybe, but then he looked up and his eyes were defiant. "I can do it
though. I've worked it out, how to cross the DNA, how to rearrange the
sequence. It's all possible, more than possible. Once we do this, then
we can work on the next steps...It's all in the genes, see? And we can
isolate and assign..."

"David..." I sighed, holding up my hands. "You can't be serious. How
does getting a girl pregnant with...puppies?" I looked at him and he
nodded. "How does that do anything for anybody?"

"It's just a step, that's all. An experiment to provide data for
further research." He leaned forward, taking my hand in his and my
heart jumped, just a little. "Lisa, this isn't the end of the race,
just the beginning. You can help me do it. Both of us, together.
You'll get full credit, co-authorship on the papers we'll write.
You'll be famous, everyone will know what you did..."

That was the wrong tact to take, in my opinion. Did I really want
everyone everywhere for the rest of history knowing that I'd let David
impregnate me with puppies? And then I caught myself and I giggled,
spoiling David's intensity, but it couldn't be helped. This wasn't
going to work, there was no way. Not in a million years, I decided. I
wasn't a doctor, but I didn't have to be one to know that it was
impossible, no matter what David did to me or the dogs in the name of
science, to get me pregnant with puppies. And if it couldn't happen,
then what was I afraid of?

"I'll do it," I said, squeezing David's hand and smiling at the
emotions passing over his face. Shock, happiness, disbelief,
gratitude, they were all there and it really did warm me all over to
know I could make him so happy so easily.

"Really? You mean it?" David held his breath and my hand started to
hurt as he squeezed it.

"Yeah. Sure," I nodded. "But I have to know something, okay?" I looked
at him, not entirely sure what I wanted to say, but knowing what I
wanted anyway. "A couple things...Um, if this doesn't work...if I don't
get pregnant, you're not going to like...freak out or anything, right?"

"It'll work, Lisa. I've..."

I shushed him. "I mean, if it doesn't work, for whatever reason..."

"No," David promised me. "I'll be okay. You're right, of course, we
can't predict everything," he nodded and I thought, so far, so good.

"Good," I nodded with him. "And, um...second...are you...I mean, are we..." I
was stumbling, feeling very nervous suddenly and then I decided I'd
just come out with it. "Am I your girlfriend, David?"

"What?"

"Cause I mean, if we're together and um, you're going to be looking
down there, and I really don't want to be scared and oh! I'm messing
this up." I had my eyes shut. "I love you." I finally just said that,
well, it had all come out in a rush and I hadn't planned on saying
that exactly. I'd just wanted to know where we stood with each other
and if I was going to love a crazy doctor then I really wanted to make
sure he was going to love me back too.

"You do?"

David looked shocked and I suddenly thought he didn't love me back.
I'd screwed up hugely and now I was blushing hard and I felt like
crawling under the table and just dying. I prayed for an earthquake
right then. A small one, just to swallow me up forever. He must have
thought I was a serious lump.

When I didn't say anything, David did. "Lisa? Would you be my
girlfriend?" He swallowed hard and I opened my eyes. "I never had one
before. I mean, I was always busy, you know, with school and work and
then, well, I never had time for girls ..." he was looking for words. "I
don't exactly know how to talk to girls."

"It's okay." I could barely hear him. "I wasn't...You don't have to be.
I can, we can just be friends or whatever and..."

"No, I..." He pulled my hand to his lips, he really did, as if he was
Prince Charming himself, kissing my hand gently with his soft dry
lips. "You're so beautiful I didn't think...I never thought you'd like
me."

Was he kidding? David was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen! I'd
seen the looks he got from other women when we went out. The waitress
at the pizza place had practically camped out in his lap, which was
the main reason we were eating Chinese tonight. I'd have bet that he'd
had a hundred girlfriends. At least a hundred.

"Really?" I licked my lips and looked into his eyes. I was living in a
fairy tale come to life.

"Yeah," he nodded. "But um..."

"What?"

"Lisa, I'm ten years older than you are..."

"I don't care," I answered quickly, and I didn't.

"But some people might." David still held my hand in both of his.
"Like your parents?"

"Uhhh..." He had a point there, but maybe... "You're a doctor though and
they're really nice and..." I didn't have any real argument. The fact
was that my parents weren't ever gonna go for me dating a guy ten
years older than me. They wouldn't care if David had won the Nobel
Prize, he would still be some pervert trying to rob their cradle.

"See?" he smiled weakly, understanding better than I how adults see
the world.

"We could get married," I swallowed hard and talked fast. "I'm
sixteen, that's legal, right? A girl my best friend Kelly knows got
married last summer and she was just sixteen. We could get married and
then my parents would have to like you."

"Lisa," David smiled at me. "You don't even know me yet."

"Yes I do," I said softly. "I love you."

I'd never had a crush before and I couldn't imagine that's all this
was. It felt like true love and I was so full of it inside me that I
thought I would burst with pleasure. I was in a rush. I mean, that's
what love does at first. Later, after you've been with the person for
awhile, love becomes something else, something calm and leisurely. But
at first, in the beginning, love is reckless and headstrong, and
rushing you a thousand miles an hour towards...What? I didn't know and I
didn't care, that's the other thing about love. It robs you of the
future and leaves you eternally breathless in the present...or so it
seemed to me.

"Let's take it one day at a time, okay?" David was trying to slow me
down, as he had to.

He liked me, maybe even loved me, but he also wanted something from
me. David's project was his life and while I don't think he was
consciously using me right then, he had to see the advantages in
having a test subject with more motivation than just the two hundred
dollars a week he'd be paying me. But I had none of those thoughts
right then, and later I felt guilty for being so cynical. Mostly I
thought about that when I felt especially alone, right at the
beginning of my pregnancy. When I wanted to blame him entirely and
absolve myself of any responsibility.

=-=-=-=-=-=

"Shoot. I'm gonna be late, Mom!" I was in my usual morning frenzy,
trying to get dressed, eat breakfast, and finish up my last minute
homework before running around the block to catch my school bus.

"Slow down. Drink your juice." My mom was used to this.

"No time..." I'd wasted ten minutes looking for a particular hair clip
that I really liked.

"Well, if you'd gotten up when I called you..." Mom sighed, standing at
the sink, washing out the coffee pot and shaking her head. This was
our usual morning conversation.

"Oh! I almost forgot." I made a big show of digging through my book
bag, although I knew exactly where and what I was looking for.

I'd carefully folded the consent form that David had given me the
night before so that just the bottom part showed. The place where the
Parent/Guardian was supposed to sign it. It looked a little different
from the ones for school, mostly because it was white instead of the
pink paper that the school liked to use, but I was hoping Mom wouldn't
notice that.

"Field trip," I said, "I gotta turn this in today." I pushed a pen
into my mom's wet hands and slapped the paper down on the kitchen
counter, covering most of it with my palm.

"Where are you going?" Mom asked reasonably.

"Planetarium," I shrugged, feeling a pang of guilt. "It's gonna be
boring."

"Hmmm..." Mom started signing her name. She'd seen a hundred consent
forms over the years and this was just one more, so far as she was
concerned. "Do they need any chaperones?" Usually the teachers were
looking for two or three parents to come along on field trips, but not
this time, I thought to myself.

"Nope," I shook my head quickly and pulled the paper away almost
before she was done.

"Well, okay then," she handed me my pen. "What day is that?"

"Friday. I gotta run, Mom. Love you!" I practically ran out of the
house.

"Love you too, dear," she called after me. "Have a nice day..."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I walked around school that day feeling a confusing mix of emotion. On
the one hand, I had a boyfriend now. A real one. And not just a BOY
friend, David was a real man. A doctor and handsome and sweet. I
wanted to tell everyone, of course. On the other hand, he was a man
and a lot older than me. He also had some strange ideas and a project
that I was never, ever going to tell anyone about. Who'd believe me
anyway? So I walked around with the biggest, bestest secret I'd ever
had, and I couldn't really tell my friends about it. I finally
understood what irony really meant.

I had cheerleading practice everyday after school, from 3-4pm and I
loved it usually, but not lately. I just wanted it to get over with so
I could get to the clinic and see David. But that was more confusion
too, since I knew he'd be giving me an exam that day. All through my
classes I tried to imagine what it would be like being naked in front
of him. And not just naked, but like the spread wide open and showing
everything kind of bare naked. The very idea made me blush terribly
and I think some of my teachers had worried about me. They were
certainly giving me some funny looks as I sat there, half-smiling,
sometimes frowning, and looking decidedly feverish.

Naked with David. It was almost enough to send me straight home after
school to hide in my room. What if he didn't like me? What if I looked...
I don't know...funny down there or something? It wasn't fair, I didn't
think, that the man of my dreams, the man I loved, should also be a
doctor. Or at least my personal doctor, which is pretty much what he'd
be. It seemed like there had to be a conflict of interests there, you
know? Some things should be private. A girl should be able to reveal
things to her boyfriend that she'd never say or show to anyone else,
but she should also have some things that only her doctor should know
about. A detached, uninvolved, emotionally isolated doctor who would
pass judgment on me from a very strictly limited point of view. Being
my boyfriend, David's point of view was considerably larger.

It scared me.

=-=-=-=-=-=

"Don't be scared," David smiled at me.

He'd taken me by the hand as soon as I'd entered the clinic and I
think he wanted to kiss me. I wanted to kiss him anyway. I mean, I was
his girlfriend and I'd just got home...sorta...and, well, we were supposed
to kiss, right? I thought so and probably David did too, but we were
both very self-conscious, I think, and that was when I knew he hadn't
been lying about not knowing anything about girls. Relationship-wise.
He was as much a virgin as I was and so that kind of made everything
sweet, but it also made everything clumsy too, if you know what I
mean.

"I'm okay," I said, standing in the examination room. It seemed warm
in there and I wondered if David had turned the heat up for me.

"Good. Um, you can undress here and I'll...Oh, here's a gown..." he opened
a drawer in one of the cabinets and pulled out a light blue something
or other, all folded up and wrapped in plastic, "...You can put that on.
I'll go and um, well...I'll be back in a minute."

He didn't really have anyplace to go, he just wanted to give me some
privacy. Like magic, there's a transition that takes place when a
person changes from their normal clothes into a hospital gown. I was
Lisa for the moment, but when David came back I'd be his patient, and
a doctor could say and do things to a patient that he could never say
or do to a Lisa. That thought made me smile a bit and actually helped
me relax.

"I have the consent form," I said before he left, pulling the folded
paper out of my purse and handing it to him.

"What did your parents say?" David asked as he looked at my mom's
signature.

"Nothing," I shrugged, feeling another stab of guilt. "I told them, um...
that you're a famous doctor."

David laughed at that and tilted his head the way he does when he's
feeling self-conscious. It's cute, I like it.

"Someday...Someday..." he nodded. "Okay, well, I'll go file this then.
Good, that means we can start the treatments."

"Okay," I pursed my lips.

"Okay," David cleared his throat. "Um, back in a minute."

I undressed quickly, because to my mind there would be absolutely
nothing worse than David walking in while I was like pulling my
panties off my left foot, or reaching behind me to unsnap my bra, or
whatever. I mean, sure, everyone gets undressed everyday, but still,
it's that transition thing again. And besides, if I did it fast,
without thinking about it, then I'd actually do it.

Of course, I'd scrubbed myself in the shower after cheerleading
practice. Most of the girls didn't even take a shower. I mean, it
wasn't like we worked up a huge sweat or anything, not so much that we
couldn't wait until we got home to take a shower and change clothes.
But I'd showered that day and washed myself thoroughly all over.
Everywhere. If anything, I might have washed myself a little too
enthusiastically, since I naturally looked down at my pussy, just to
make sure it was normal or whatever. It looked a little pinkish
though, a little tender, and I frowned, hoping it didn't look like I
had a rash or something. God. Every little thing worried me and I
tried to put it out of my head.

The hospital gown was a big one, but then they only come in too sizes...
Too Big and Too Small. That's a doctor joke that David told me once,
sorry. Anyway, at least it closed all the way, so my butt wasn't
hanging out or whatever. I folded my clothes, tucking my underwear
away so David wouldn't see them, and sat down on the table, legs close
together, hands in my lap, chin set defiantly. I was sorta ready.
Mostly.

There was soft knock and the door opened, David peeking in with a
smile. "All ready?" he asked and I nodded. "Good." He wore his lab
coat, of course, and he looked professional, which helped a lot. He
even had a name tag on, I noticed, which he hadn't ever worn before. I
guess he really wanted to play the part for me. Maybe for both of us.
He was carrying my folder, my chart thing, and he seemed sorta ready
too.

"Okay, let's get your weight first, and blood pressure, temperature,
all that stuff..." And it was pretty much like the school physical I'd
taken the summer before, except I hadn't had to get naked for that.

"Is that scale right?" I asked.

"Yep, one-oh-four on the button and for your height, um...63 inches...
that's just about perfect," David told me with a smile.

"Our bathroom scale said like 99 pounds yesterday," I said, wondering
how I'd gained five pounds in one day. I rubbed my tummy nervously;
there weren't any fat cheerleaders at my school.

"Well, either you bought your scale at Sears or..." he was chuckling, "...
someone at your house is on a diet."

"My mom," I giggled. "You think she'd set the scale wrong?"

"No," he shook his head. "More than likely your dad. At least that's
what my dad used to do when mom went on a diet."

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," David nodded seriously. "Now, why don't you slip your gown
off your shoulders for me and I'll have a little listen to your lungs,
okay?"

He had his stethoscope out and I just nodded, sitting on the table and
shrugging my shoulders out of the hospital gown so it sorta covered
the tops of my breasts. David listened to my back mostly and the metal
felt cool, but his hands were warm and I kept my eyes closed,
breathing when he told me to.

"Sounds good...Now your heart..." He slid his hand around to my front,
leaning in close so that I could almost bury my nose in his thick
black hair. I knew my heart was going fast, too fast, and David's hand
was moving, touching my breasts, sliding between them as he moved his
stethoscope around and it felt good.

"Just relax...relax..." he murmured and I tried to slow down, but he was
right there and I wanted to put my arms around him.

"Okay, you can pull your gown back up..." David stood up again and
pulled the stethoscope out of his ears, wrapping it up and slipping it
into one of his big pockets, "...and go ahead and lie back, Lisa."

I nodded, taking a deep breath while I stared at the ceiling. I could
hear him moving something around with a soft clunking noise. I glanced
down to see that he'd unfolded some stirrups and was setting them up
for my heels. My heart really started going then! He hadn't even
kissed me yet and now he was going to touch me down there?

"Let's get your feet up...there we go, Lisa...just like that.
Comfortable?" David had helped me with his gentle hands, moving my
legs apart, lifting my feet and setting them into the stirrups. I
looked down to see that the gown had stayed in place, looking like a
little tent now with my knees up, but still covering my virgin sex as
he stood there.

"Yeah," I swallowed nervously. "I'm okay."

"Good," David nodded as he moved around the small room, wheeling a
stool over and then his medical cart with all his medical stuff on it.
"Let me get my gloves on..." he was saying, talking all the time,
explaining what he was doing like a good doctor should. A few moments
later, "Okay, Lisa...Just try to relax, this isn't going to hurt at all.
We're just taking a little look..."

My whole body tensed up, I couldn't help it, and I clutched the sides
of the table and shut my eyes. I could feel him there, looking at me.
I felt his hands, still warm, but curiously soft and alien beneath the
latex of his surgical gloves. David was touching me, slowly and
carefully, spreading my labia, I thought, using just his fingers at
first, feeling around...penetrating me...and...

"Ouch!" I said, but not because it hurt, only because it surprised me.

"Did that hurt?" David had frozen immediately and I looked down my
body to see his concerned face between my spread knees.

"No," I said quickly. "It just, um...What was that?"

"Your hymen," he smiled. "It's a thin membrane that covers..."

"I know what it is," I said, "It felt...funny."

"It's about two centimeters deep, just here..." David looked into my
eyes as I felt his finger move between my pussy lips, ever so
slightly, but definitely rubbing something. "How does that feel?"

I was blushing because it felt really good. I don't mean his fingertip
brushing the soft tissue of my hymen, I mean just the fact that he was
doing it. That part of him was inside me, even if only so very
slightly. My nipples itched and I felt my heartbeat in my sex, like a
throbbing, and I groaned inwardly at the realization that my clitoris
had gotten hard, and had been buzzing for a few minutes at least. I
was turned on by this, even as it humiliated me, the whole thing made
me feel...horny!

"Okay," I breathed, licking my lips. I wanted to close my eyes, but I
didn't. I just kept looking at David, staring into his face, feeling
his hand moving. He was slow and deliberate, and he moved his fingers
around as if exploring me.

"How's this?" he asked softly, his own face flushing just a little as
his fingers brushed my clit, the small hard little nub of flesh that
was sending sparks through my body.

"Ohhh..." I felt weak and the contact seemed too soft for me. I lifted
my hips, unable to help myself. I lifted my butt just slightly, enough
so that my clit pressed against his fingers a little harder.

"Your vagina is perfect, Lisa," David said, trying to bring us back to
what we supposed to be doing.

"Don't stop...please..." I moved my hips a little more and David's hand
paused, then resumed massaging my pussy.

"We should..." he started saying something, looking for a reason to stop
maybe, but neither of us listened.

"Put your finger inside me again," I whispered. "Touch me there again...
Please?"

"Are you sure?" David asked me, even as his fingertip slipped between
my lips once more. He found my hymen, that shallow wall guarding the
way into my womb, and I gasped softly at the contact as the tissue
stretched slightly.

We were very quiet, except for the sound of our breathing, and I could
have spent a lifetime there, being gently massaged like that. My pussy
quivered, literally trembled with excitement, and only the stirrups
kept me from locking my thighs tightly around David's hand. It felt so
good, even the small discomfort when he'd press just a little too hard
on my cherry, so that I almost thought he would break through, but
didn't. I wanted him to suddenly. I wanted to give that to him. My
virginity. I'd been told to save it for the man I loved, advice from
my mother, and here he was. I loved David and wanted to give him
something of myself, something precious that could only be given once
in a lifetime and never again.

"I want you to break it," I whispered, my voice throaty with desire.

"Lisa...." David kept rubbing me, his thumb over my aching clit, his
fingers cupping my sex with just the tip of his middle finger inside
me, to the first knuckle perhaps, certainly no more than that.

"Will you kiss me? Oh! David...Please..." I tried to sit up, my hips were
moving and I reached towards him. I needed him to kiss me, it seemed
like the most important thing in the world right then. He had to kiss
me and take me, take my virginity when he did it. I loved him so much.

David moved, helping me, allowing me to get my feet down, to sit up.
His hand was caught between my thighs and I could feel how wet I'd
become. I wrapped my arms around him as he stood, bent over with his
face close to mine. He had his finger inside me, pressing. I was
holding my breath and my heart was pounding beneath my burning
breasts.

"I'll be gentle," David promised me and I nodded and then we were
kissing.

It was my first real kiss. The first filled with love and I opened my
mouth to his tongue, wanting him inside me. He was hot and wet and
sweet and my lips felt bruised and David's tongue filled my mouth. He
was as anxious as I, excited and hungry, and all his reserve fled
during that kiss.

I felt his finger stiffen and press insistently against the barrier
between my legs. He didn't stab me, he just pressed with unrelenting
pressure and the discomfort became something close to pain, but not
quite. Still, I whimpered softly into his mouth and my body tensed as
the instant came. I felt the tearing of my flesh as he wounded me, his
long gentle finger suddenly driving inside me fully. It hurt like the
pinprick of a sharp needle, a big one, and then passed quickly.

I didn't cry. It wasn't that bad. If anything it felt good for me. It
made me a woman, his woman, and I felt him inside me. His finger
moving, wriggling within the tight confines of my no longer virginal
sex. That it wasn't a penis I'd given m y cherry to didn't even
matter, and I didn't think about it in the least. David had taken my
virginity and I closed my legs tightly, squirming as I dug my fingers
into his back. I kissed him as well as I could, wanting to show him
how much I loved him.

Somewhere, in that middle of that never ending kiss, with my vagina
clasping around David's finger, I had my first orgasm. It fell over
and through me, leaving me weak in his arms. He held me tightly,
keeping me safe with one strong arm while I clung to him. I moaned
into his mouth and shook like a leaf. A stray, silly thought entered
my head like a dispassionate observer, 'Oh, so this is what the big
deal is...' and then it was lost. All I could do was enjoy it.

"Are you okay?" David wondered, breathing hard and leaning over me as
I lay there.

"Uh-huh," I smiled up at him. I'd never felt so good in my life. "I
love you."

"I love you too," David promised me with a kiss, a small one. His hand
was still between my legs and he withdrew it slowly. "I tried to be
careful."

"I know," I nodded. "It didn't hurt."

"Good." We looked at his hand, at the glove, and it was streaked with
blood. Not much, but enough and I wasn't shocked or anything. I'd
known how it all worked. "Just relax and, uh...I'll take care of you,
okay?"

"Okay," I smiled.

I'd have agreed to anything. I was still floating on cloud nine. My
pussy felt a little sore maybe, but it didn't hurt at all. If
anything, I missed feeling David's touch inside me and I wished we
could do it again. Especially the kissing. He hadn't exactly been
really good at it, I suppose, but then again neither was I. We just
didn't have any experience, but that made it so special too, I
thought.

I lay there, eyes closed, smiling and thinking happy thoughts while
David washed me gently. I thought about marriage and babies, having a
house, and sleeping in the same bed with David every night for years
and years. Making love...and I wanted that suddenly. My body was still
eager, my emotions still hungry. There wasn't time, I felt
irrationally, no time for years and years. I wanted him now, inside
me, his penis...his cock...his dick...I thought up every word for it I knew.
I wanted him to make love to me. To fuck me...Fuck...I giggled softly and
David said something, but I was lost.

I'd never said that word before. Not even once, I was sure. I knew a
lot of boys who did, like it made them men somehow, and I knew a few
girls who said it often too. But not me. It seemed dirty and crude and
just...bad. But I wanted it. I didn't just want to make love. I wanted
to fuck. I wanted to fuck David and I knew right then that I was high
on something. This sex thing could be dangerous, I thought, and that
made me giggle some more.

"What?" David looked up at me. He'd cleaned me already and pulled my
gown down modestly. Now he was feeling a self-conscious, a little
guilty maybe for doing what he'd done to a patient. Or maybe because I
was sixteen and I'd been a virgin, I don't know.

"I want to have sex with you," I told him, as if I were someone else
completely. "Can we do it? Make love?"

"Right now?" David looked a little flustered. "Here you mean?"

"Yeah," I bit my lower lip, nodding. "I want to do it."

"I want to do it too, Lisa, but..." he looked blank for a second, maybe
because no good reason not to came immediately to mind.

"Take off your clothes and let's play doctor, Doctor." I was being
silly, but I didn't care. I rolled over a little, reaching behind me
to untie my gown and then shrugging out of it.

David saw me completely, and my smallish breasts heaved in the cool
air. My hard pink nipples burned and I blinked, blushing maybe as I
touched them. I stroked my tummy with one hand, and caressed my thigh
with the other. I spread my legs, just a little, inviting David back
into the place he'd just left. The wisp of thin blonde pubic hair I
had was damp as I dragged my fingernails through it. He had to want
me, as much as I wanted him, and I waited impatiently while David
sorted out his desires. It only took a few seconds before he started
undressing in front of me.

"I need a condom...hold on..." he said, wearing only his boxers. I watched
as he dug through his cabinet.

"Do you really need one?" I asked, because some part of me really
wanted to feel David naked inside my body. But I knew I couldn't risk
getting pregnant, and again I reminded myself how dangerous these
feelings could be. I mean, if he'd wanted to have sex without one, I'd
have agreed. I wanted him too badly to say no and the possible
consequences were so far down the road.

David had his own reasons too and they were more important to him even
than I was, as much as it pains me to say that.

"Yeah," he said. "We can't risk the project. Later, once we're sure
your pregnant with one of the dogs, then we can...Here we go..." David had
found his condoms, although why his clinic would have those was beyond
me. I suppose it was just part of a general medical supply kit or
something.

"After I'm pregnant..." I rolled my eyes, reasonably certain that would
never happen. Maybe, I thought, after a few tries David would give up
and maybe even ask me to marry him and then we could have babies the
old fashioned way and...I was still just sixteen, a voice in my head
told me. But the dreams felt good.

David pulled down his underwear, stepping out of them and I blinked at
his penis. I'd seen one before, I mean, in pictures and drawings in my
sex ed class and stuff, but this one was real. It looked big too. Sort
of hard, but not like standing straight up or anything, just sticking
out and kind of curved over. Semi-hard, I guess, and the head was
pinkish and wet. David had been plenty excited, I realized, and that
made me feel good.

"Can we kiss first?" I suggested, because I really wanted to kiss him
right then, and touch his penis before he put that condom thing on it.
"There's room here," I smiled, patting the examination table as I
scooted over a little. It was pretty small.

Slightly uncomfortable too, mostly because we needed to be very close
and still our butts were sticking off the sides. Things got much
better when David got on top of me. I could look up at him with my
thighs spread beneath him while we kissed. I loved the feeling of my
nipples rubbing against his smooth chest, sliding back and forth like
they were trying to start a fire. His cock fell down, against my tummy
and actually against my sex, since David was a lot taller than me. I
wrapped my legs around his hips and lifted my butt, sorta grinding my
hot pussy against him without really thinking about it. I wondered
briefly if he might not actually go inside me if we weren't careful,
but I didn't care. If David found my sex with his cock, if he filled
me suddenly, that would be so much the better in my feverish opinion.

We made out for a long time and the room had definitely gotten warmer.
I felt like we were in a sauna and I'd grown damp and sticky with
sweat. David's body was warm too and we'd stick together sometimes
while we kissed and moved. I could feel his cock, very hard now, and
straining against me as the length of him rode over my wide-open sex.
I had to pull him against me, I couldn't help it, and I'd tilt my hips
upward so that every now and again I could feel David's shaft sliding
between my plump labia and then my clit. He'd move as well, as if
trying to find my hole with his cockhead and get his penis inside me.
That frustrating tease only served to make me even hotter for my first
ever fuck and it became like a game between us.

"Put it in me," I finally whispered breathlessly, pulling David's face
down to my neck. "Just put it in...God...It feels good..."

"Wait..." David struggled, trying to disentangle himself from my grasp
so he could get the condom on, but I was refusing.

"No...Now...Please, David...I'm so hot..." I squirmed eagerly and I could feel
his thickness pressing against my hard little clit.

"But..." David's protests were weak and I found that even the almighty
project had its limits.

"Ahhhh..." I arched my back, moaning loudly as David reached down,
pressing the smooth head of his penis to my virginal sex. He pushed
gently and then again, harder the second time and I was so small for
him that it seemed like he'd never get inside me.

But there was a curious popping sensation and a flash of discomfort,
like a little cramp, and then I suddenly felt his cockhead inside me
for the first time. I tried to breathe and force myself to relax and
David asked me if I was okay, kissing me and pushing again and I just
held him, my mouth open as I moaned into his ear.

His cock forced its way inside me, working against my resisting sex.
It hurt, much more than his finger had, and I wondered if he'd really
broken my hymen before, but obviously he had. This was just my body,
my never-been-used vagina trying to figure out what was going on. It
took awhile, a few minutes of patient movement before David was all
the way inside me, and we paused there, kissing and touching and just
growing used to each other. That was when it began feeling good
finally.

"Okay?" David asked me and his eyes were so full of tender concern
that I really did start to cry, just a little.

"Yeah," I said weakly. "I love you."

"I love you."

And then we were making love, moving back and forth, and while the
pain never really went completely away, it was welcome beneath the
pleasure of our sex. It reminded me that I was doing this for David,
for both of us, because I loved him that much. I couldn't imagine
being with anyone else, ever, there was only him. I wanted it to hurt
a little every time, or at least I never wanted to forget the first
time. This, I knew, was how it felt to grow from a child into a woman.

=-=-=-=-=-=

David was relieved when I got my period after that first time we had
sex. The test he'd given me had been negative, but still...My menses
came right on time and I hadn't been too worried, well maybe just a
little. Mostly I'd been walking around with my head in the clouds.
People noticed, my friends and even my parents, but I wasn't saying
anything, just that I felt really good about myself and life and
everything in general. And that was no lie.

As soon as it was certain that I wasn't pregnant from that one
unprotected experience we'd shared, David started me on what he called
his 'Serum' and I suppose I could try to remember what is was and how
it worked, but basically it just increased my fertility, causing my
body to make more ovum available for fertilization. He also said it
would change my chemistry a little, some little tiny fraction of my
DNA so that I wouldn't reject dog sperm...Or at least a very specific
sort of dog sperm. Sam and Shep had been undergoing their own
treatment so that they could pass on their genetic material to a human
mother.

"So...If I do have a baby with one of them..." I giggled much to David's
annoyance, but it was hard to talk about it without laughing, "...am I
gonna have a baby? Or a puppy?"

We were lying in bed in David's apartment. In our bedroom as we'd
taken to calling it. I'd practically moved in and if I hadn't really
been David's girlfriend before, I was now. We made love constantly,
but always protected of course, and I missed the wonderful sensation
of David's semen filling my womb. I'd felt it once, that deep warm
stain within me, and I wished I'd been more alert, more focused on
remembering every detail of it. As it was, I could only remember
feeling...satisfied. Feeling loved.

I still felt loved, but it wasn't the same knowing that David's seed
was trapped uselessly inside a condom. Of course, I couldn't get
pregnant; I was only in high school. My parents would kill me. It
would be scandalous! That might be why I liked to talk about Sam and
Shep so much, because David seemed quite certain his little science
experiment would work, and I of course, didn't believe a word of it.
It was just a fantasy and good for both of us, but for very different
reasons.

"Well, they'll be baby puppies," David smiled at me as we lay side by
side.

"Tails and everything?" I asked.

"Yep," he nodded. "Furry little faces too. They won't be able to see
at first, or hear. The eyes and ears stay closed for a few weeks, but
they'll know you, Lisa. They'll feel you."

It sounded like a dream.

"How many do you think?" I reached down, fondling David's penis
gently. I'd long since gotten over my shyness with him and David had
begun to show a lot more personality away from his work, but that was
still the best way to bring him out of his shell.

"Hmmm...At least two, maybe three or four." David moved his right hand
to play with my left breast, rubbing his thumb across my nipple and
watching as it grew hard for him.

"I hope I have four," I decided, and then I really laughed.

"What's so funny?" David wanted to know.

"Talking like this. God! If I really do get pregnant...What will I tell
my mother?"

"When you get pregnant, you mean," David corrected me and his cock had
grown hard once again in my hand. "You can tell her that you're going
to be famous."

"I don't think she'll be thrilled," I sighed smiling. "That kind of
fame will be trouble in this town."

"So, we'll move," David grinned, reaching over me for a condom off the
nightstand.

"Let me do it," I said, taking the foil packet from his fingers.
"Promise?"

"Promise what?" David watched as I opened the packet with my teeth and
removed the yellowish condom.

"What you said, that we'll move. Will you take care of me? Always?" I
talked to him like that sometimes, even though I hated it. I was being
insecure and immature, I thought, but David always reassured me.

"Of course I will. I love you, remember?" He watched as I rolled the
condom carefully down his erect penis.

"Okay," I smiled, believing him completely and I just sighed happily
as he nudged me onto my stomach, wanting to take me from behind. It
seemed to be his favorite position and I lifted my hips, pulling a
pillow underneath me so my butt was raised up for him.

It was good for me too as David's cock could get really deep inside me
that way, and all I had to do was lay there, my head on my crossed
arms, my eyes half-closed, while David massaged my shoulders and back
and ass. He liked to fuck me slowly that way, kneeling behind me so he
could watch his penis moving in and out. A few minutes later and I
could really feel it, the pure pleasure of having him inside me. I
liked how he stretched me in every direction and my pussy felt tight,
even for me as I started grinding myself onto his cock, humping up and
down against the pillow. I'd learned quickly what felt good for both
of us and more often than not I could have three or four little cums
before David had his, and then maybe I'd have a really good one right
at the end too. But sometimes not and that was okay.

=-=-=-=-=-=

I was on the Serum for three whole cycles, about twelve weeks or so,
before David judged I was ready to try and get pregnant. We had
several discussions about that, about how to do it, and David hadn't
really wanted to suggest anything in case I got embarrassed or mad or
whatever. It soon came out that the best method, in his opinion, was
all natural. He said he could do it in vitro, but maybe because of the
extra work, or cost maybe, he really thought the other way would be
better.

I thought he was kind of crazy.

"You want me to have sex with them?" I asked, and just then I happened
to be playing with the dogs, Sam and Shep, and that wasn't unusual.

I went to 'work' every day after cheerleading practice, as well as
Saturday and Sunday afternoons, and once David had checked me
medically, there really wasn't anything for us to do but hang out. We
had a lot of sex, and neither of us minded that very much, but you
can't just have sex all the time. So we played with the dogs and
talked and had fun. Trixie was still there too. We hadn't been able to
find her a home and neither of us wanted to risk the Humane Society.
The collie was just too adorable. David planned on moving in a month
anyway, to a place that accepted pets, and she'd stay with us...with
him. And me too, since I would be there as often as possible.

"You want me to have sex with the dogs." I repeated and it wasn't a
question the second time as I just laughed and shook my head.

"You like them, right?" David asked. "And they like you, so..."

"I love them, yeah, but David..." I widened my eyes and pulled Shep's
big head down to my lap, "...they're dogs."

"Well, yeah!" he laughed. "So...Your point is?"

"My point?" That made me laugh too. Sometimes David was just out
there. "Would you do it?"

"Me?"

"Yeah," I challenged him. "With a girl dog."

"Well..." David shrugged. "If there was a reason, sure. Why not?"

"Really?" I looked up at him closely. "Don't lie to me."

"I've never lied to you!" David said indignantly. "Really, yes. If I
had a good reason, sure, I'd have sex with a female dog."

"So..." I licked my lips as a plan formed in my mind. A little test of
sorts. "So have sex with Trixie then."

"Trixie?" David glanced reflexively towards the closed door. "Why?
There's no reason to..."

"If you want me to have sex with Sam and Shep, I'll do it," I told
him. "If you have sex with Trixie first."

David just looked at me, rubbing his chin.

"Not a good enough reason?" I raised my eyebrows and as soon as he
tilted his head I knew I had him.

"Okay, sure. I'll do it," he nodded. "But you can't change your mind
later."

"I won't." We were both smiling.

"You better not," he warned me and I giggled happily.

"I won't, David. I promise. I'll do it if you will." I held up my
hand. "Girl Scout's Honor."

"I didn't know you were a Girl Scout," David laughed, but he sounded a
little nervous. "What, um...What if she's not in the mood though?"

I snorted at that. "That's your problem." And then I relented, just a
little. "What do you do if I'm not in the mood?"

"You're always in the mood!" David grinned at me.

"What if..."

"...like a little nympho."

"...I wasn't though? What would you do, hmmmmm?" I teased him.

"Mmmm...." David smiled and tilted his head a little, rubbing his chin.
He knew exactly what to do to get me in the mood, and we both knew it.
The only question was if it would work with Trixie. But then again,
who knows, she might have been perfectly happy to have sex with my
boyfriend.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Trixie was a happy dog. Not that she was overjoyed at her
circumstances, having to live in a cage in the back room of David's
clinic, but I mean that she just had a great personality. It was a
shame that we couldn't just let her out and keep her out. It just
wasn't practical though, not until David got his new place. For the
time being we let her into the front of the clinic as often as
possible, just so she could have a little more room. We couldn't let
her loose in the kennel area because her joyful capering really got
the monkeys going, not to mention Sam and Shep.

Those two dogs liked Trixie too, for the obvious reasons, and anytime
she was loose and they weren't they began howling and clawing at their
cages. They were always horny, heaven knows, and it didn't seem to
matter to them that Trixie wasn't in heat. In fact, she'd never be in
heat again since she'd been 'fixed' some four months before. The two
males even tried to mount me occasionally, especially if we were rough
housing, as my mother would have called it. I loved wrestling around
with them, especially Shep, the huge Saint Bernard.

Trixie was in the waiting room, or what had recently been a waiting
room. The clinic was closed, and had been ever since David's
veterinarian partner, Mindy, had run off to Mexico or someplace. David
had an inheritance or a trust fund, or something. I'd never really
asked about his money, and he didn't seem to need a steady flow of
patients, so he just kept the door locked and the closed sign turned.
An answering machine screened his calls and we had our own private
world in there. So don't think it was too odd when David looked around
the room, with Trixie bouncing happily around us, and asked...

"Do it here?" he looked at the big picture window thoughtfully.

"Don't back out now!" I warned him with a giggle, dropping to my knees
to play with Trixie.

"I'm not, it's just, um..." he shrugged. "Okay."

It wasn't a huge room, but big enough for our purposes anyway. The
window was tinted with the blinds closed, and curtains that David
closed as well. Nobody would be able to see inside. It was carpeted in
soft warm beige and painted a friendly peach color. Some over-stuffed
chairs, a little coffee table with old magazines, and a comfy couch
completed the place. It looked like a normal waiting room in every
respect, except now it would become Trixie's bedroom. For a little
while at least.

The thought actually excited me for some reason, but that was hardly
news. Ever since I'd discovered sex with David, it seemed like
anything and everything excited me in one way or another. I wouldn't
say I'd become a sex fiend, or an addicted nymphomaniac or anything...I
just really liked sex a lot, so long as it involved David. I had zero
interest in anyone else and my eyes and mind didn't wander to other
men. I was in love with David and I just really, really liked the
physical part of it.

And now I was playing with Trixie, letting her lick my face while I
stroked her thick, soft fur, waiting for David to get the curtains
closed to his satisfaction and get undressed. I couldn't believe he
was going to do it and I felt a little nervous maybe, but I didn't
know why. I was just going to watch. I was excited too, as I said, and
that seemed sort of an odd, semi-guilty pleasure all by itself. My
boyfriend was going to have sex with a dog. With this dog. Right in
front of me. And that thought seemed so weird that all I could do was
laugh about it.

Of course if...when...David really did it, then it would be my turn with
Sam and Shep. David had made it clear that I'd need to mate with both
of them repeatedly so that the odds of my getting pregnant would be as
good as possible. Probably that's what was really getting me excited.
I knew I wouldn't get pregnant, no matter what David said, or how much
I liked to fantasize about it, but the idea...It made my tummy do flip-
flops and I probably would have done it eventually anyway. I mean, I
really did love those boys. But this was so much better! Getting David
involved with a little playful blackmail so he'd have a reason to do
it with Trixie.

My body had already started getting hot and we hadn't even done
anything yet!

"There we go," David said, standing there with his hands on his hips,
looking down at us while I played with Trixie. He was tall and
handsome as ever, with his black hair and soft brown eyes. A slim,
athletic sort of build, although he did little more than jog every
morning, David looked beautiful to me and I loved looking at him.

"So?" I grinned. "Take off your clothes. Trixie wants puppies too,
don't you, sweetie? Yes you do...Daddy's going to give you puppies, uh-
huh..." I'd turned to Trixie and she'd gone on her back, presenting me
with her soft white tummy and a double row of small hard nipples that
I ran my hand across gently.

"I wish I could," David smiled and he began undressing. "I wish Mindy
hadn't removed her ovaries." He seemed genuinely sad about that, but
at the time they'd had no way of knowing the owner would never be
coming back, that the surgery had only been a ruse to get rid of the
poor animal.

Whoever that woman was, I didn't like her very much.

"You should have some Serum so you can get a dog pregnant," I said
with a smile, but only half-teasing. "Why is it always the girls who
have to do stuff like that? In movies...books...it's always some poor girl
getting forced to do something she doesn't want to do."

"It's misogyny," David grinned.

"It's what?" He had a much better vocabulary than I did.

"Barefoot and pregnant, that's how we like our women," David almost
explained and I just laughed.

"Well..." I wiggled my toes for him, "...I got the barefoot part down."

"Yes, you do, Lisa," David chuckled as he pulled off his pants, which
was always fun to watch because he appeared a little self-conscious
and awkward when he did that.

Trixie had naturally spread her legs, unconsciously and blissfully
uninhibited the way dogs are. I envied her that and I let my fingers
move down to the soft plump folds of her sex. Shaped something like a
tulip bulb, or a spade maybe, round and full at the base and tapering
to a soft little point at the tip, Trixie's vulva was beautiful, I
thought. Much more so than a human's.

My own sex looked like much of nothing at all. A little hole with thin
little lips around it that got fat and greasy when I was excited, like
I was getting right then. My clit started coming to life and I moved
my hand under my skirt, caressing my clitty through my panties. I'd
worn my cheerleader outfit, a black and red pleated skirt, tight black
top that said 'Eagles' on the front, the mascot for my high school.
I'd taken off my cheer shorts though and just worn ordinary panties on
my way to the clinic after school. It wasn't like I'd been doing
cartwheels down the street.

"She looks pretty small," I observed, rubbing Trixie's vulva and
pulling at it, just a little, so I could see the pinkish crease of her
vagina hiding inside.

"Mmmm..." David just hummed and I looked up, a little shocked to see him
standing there with his penis hard and erect. He stroked it slowly,
watching me as I played with Trixie's sex.

"Hey!" I giggled, feeling my heart thump at the sight of him naked
like that. "You better save that for Trixie!"

"Just getting warmed up," David smiled and even blushed. We'd been so
shy with each other just a month or two before and now...It was obscene
how casual we could be. "Why don't you take off your clothes too?"

"Me?" I looked at him and then shrugged with a smile. "Okay. But just
remember that I'm not the dog, okay? Trixie's your girlfriend
tonight!"

"Yes she is," David nodded. "I should probably get a rubber, don't you
think? Maybe some lubricant?"

"You're asking me?" I laughed at him, unbuttoning my skirt and pushing
it along with my panties down my hips and legs. "You're the doctor!"

"It's probably a good idea," David said, mostly to himself. I didn't
bring up the fact that Sam and Shep wouldn't be wearing condoms if...
when, I corrected myself...they had sex with me. But female dogs are
different I supposed, and while a penis was pretty easy to clean, a
dog's vagina was probably a little tougher. So if David wanted to be
safe, I couldn't blame him.

"Hey!" I practically jumped off my butt when Trixie's long red tongue
found my sex.

"She likes you!" David laughed as he left to find his condoms in the
examination room.

"Yeah," I said, but he was already gone. It felt good too and Trixie
lapped at me eagerly, still lying on her back with her head twisted
and stretched so she could reach between my spread legs. "Mmmm..." I
thought I could get to liking that particular sensation.

"Good girl...Oh yessss...." I moved a little, giving her better access and
I continued playing with her sex, wondering if she was getting excited
at all by what we were doing, but I couldn't tell. She didn't seem to
be getting wet or anything, but I had no clue how to tell if a dog, a
female dog, was aroused. With the boys it was a lot easier, you know,
because their dicks got hard.

"Ohhh-huh...Hmmm...." I moaned softly. Trixie's long tongue was really
licking me all over, inside and out. She'd even lick all the way down
to my small anus sometimes, when I lifted up enough for her to do it,
which was more and more often as I couldn't sit very still. David
kissed me down there sometimes, and I'd gotten over my reservations
well enough to learn how to suck his cock. Neither of us were expert,
but it was fun learning together. Trixie was an expert though and I
wondered if her previous owner ha taught the animal how to lick a
girl's pussy.

"Do you want some too?" I asked her, feeling myself burning up inside
and out, and playing with the cute little bud of Trixie's sex was part
of it. I didn't feel scared, or even nervous anymore, just hot and
bothered. I moved so that I could kiss the dog's sex, straddling her
lapping tongue the way I did with David sometimes. She didn't really
smell like anything and I barely hesitated before touching the soft,
short fur with my tongue. The hair on her vulva was so fine it may as
well not have been there.

David caught us a minute or two later, as I'd taken practically the
whole of Trixie's sex into my mouth, washing it with my tongue, which
she really seemed to like. I'd even managed to press the tip of my
tongue inside her, just a bit, and I'd been rewarded with a weak,
almost bitter flavor, that didn't taste bad at all. I liked her flavor
and wished I could get more of it. She evidently liked my flavor too
and she could get as much as she wanted with her tongue digging deeply
between my swollen labia. Trixie was going to make me cum any second
and even hearing David's surprised voice couldn't make us stop.

"Hey now, I leave you girls alone for a minute..." he chuckled and I
might have blushed at the idea of being caught licking a dog's vagina,
but I was already flushed and way beyond concern. Especially since it
was David. Knowing he was watching somehow made it even better.

"Oh God!" I finally couldn't take it anymore. I'd gotten to the point
where my clit just became too sensitive, like overloaded with pleasure
and it actually hurt to have anything touching me there. I was cumming
too though, and I pushed myself off of Trixie, practically falling
back to land on my butt and just sitting there, breathing hard and
shivering. My clit seemed to thrum, like I'd plugged my pussy into a
wall socket or something, and when Trixie looked at me, licking her
lips, I just shook my head at her and giggled.

"That good, huh?" David knelt down on the carpet with us and I could
see he'd grabbed a couple condoms and a tube of his super slippery
medical lube stuff. It was 'safe, effective, and good for getting into
tight places' David had told me once, putting some on his fingers and
rubbing them around my little butthole. A tight place if there ever
was one and he liked anal sex more than I did, but I didn't complain
either.

Now he was putting some on his fingers for Trixie's tight little
vagina. She wasn't a small dog, being a full grown collie, but neither
was she overly large by any means, and David's penis was reasonably
healthy in length and width. I couldn't really say anything for the
time being as I was a little preoccupied with coming down from that
sweet high that Trixie's tongue had given me, so I just watched as
David took my place.

"Good girl, Trixie...That's it..." David said softly to the dog, rubbing
her vagina gently with his lubricated fingers. She was still on her
back, not seeming to mind what my boyfriend was doing in the least.
Trixie's mouth was open, as if smiling, with her tongue lolling out
and her tail wagging, just a little every now and again.

I watched as David began inserting his index finger, moving carefully
and working it back and forth, a little deeper each time. My clit
still thrummed, but it wasn't long before I could touch myself again
and I'd already removed my nylon top and the sports bra I'd worn
beneath it. I played with my breasts with one hand, and rubbed my
burning sex with the other.

Seeing my boyfriend fingering the dog, his hard cock standing out from
his body, dark and glistening at the tip with precum, was terribly
exciting. I knew exactly how good that would feel and I envied Trixie.
I may even have had a small bit of jealousy flash through my little
brain, but that seemed pretty silly and the idea of being jealous of a
dog made me smile.

"She's so warm inside," David looked up, smiling at me. "Really warm,
and tight too." He had his finger completely inside her and I
practically held my breath as I watched them. "How did she taste?"

"Good..." I breathed with a smile. "A little...I don't know...bitter maybe?"

"You're so sexy," David told me and he gave his cock a couple quick
strokes. "Do you want to lick her some more?"

"Yeah," I giggled. "But later...after you fuck her."

David grinned at me. "I love it when you talk like that," he half-
teased me, because I never talked like that, except when I was really
turned on like I was right then.

"I love you," I grinned back at him. "Do it now. Don't tease her."

"Don't tease you?" David laughed, but he did as I asked. He coaxed
Trixie to her feet and if the dog knew she was going to be mated with
David, she obviously didn't mind. In fact, she seemed to be begging
for it, keeping her tail high and her ass close to my boyfriend,
wriggling her hips and looking over her shoulder at him. David fumbled
with a condom, mostly because his fingers were too slippery, and I
might have helped him, but it was pretty amusing.

"Hurry up! She wants it!" I giggled and David couldn't help but agree.
The dog was practically screwing herself onto his penis and finally
David was able to get the condom out of the packet and around his
cock.

"Shhhh...Settle down, Trixie...Be good now..." David cautioned her
uselessly. Trixie seemed restless and David had to hold her with one
hand on her lower back while trying to guide his penis into her vagina
with the other. "Jeeze, she's small down there," David muttered.
"Ohhhh yesss..."

It was obvious that David had finally gotten what they both wanted -
penetration. Trixie seemed to stiffen and her head dropped slightly.
David now had both hands on her flanks and began pushing himself
deeper, adjusting his hips so his cock could go upwards at an angle,
rather than just straight in. Apparently Trixie's vagina was shaped a
little different than mine and it was surrounded by hard bones and
cartilage to boot. David was definitely taking it slow and telling me
happily how hot and tight she felt inside.

"Like a little oven...Jesus...That feels good!" David had closed his eyes
and he moved back and forth now, not quickly but deliberately, making
love to the dog while Trixie whined softly and dug her front paws into
the carpet, pushing back as if to help her new lover get deeper.

I fingered myself while I watched, rubbing my clit in small quick
circles for a few seconds, and then dipping two fingers into my pussy
for a couple quick thrusts. My nipples throbbed and I pinched and
pulled at them, biting my lower lip and thrusting with my hips in time
with their fucking. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, I thought;
so much more interesting than the five minutes I'd seen of a porn
video once. Way more interesting than the XXX rated spam that ended up
in my email every now and again. This was my boyfriend, the man I
loved totally, fucking a beautiful dog not three feet away from me. It
was heaven.

"Fuck her, David..." I was breathing hard and feeling my tummy twist
with pleasure, "....Fuck her good...Oh mmmm...."

It was a good cum and I was right in the middle of it when I realized
that David had moved himself and Trixie closer to me, close enough
that the animal could lick my pussy while he fucked her.

"Ahhh...God!" I grabbed Trixie by the neck, digging my fingers into her
soft fur, and shuddered beneath her incessant tongue.

"Good girl...Uh-huh...Good girl, Trixie..." David rewarded the dog. He at
least had some semblance of self-control. I was totally gone, lost in
another orgasm as Trixie's long tongue snaked between my labia and
into the trembling recesses of my cunt. She lapped tirelessly at my
juices and I gave her more everytime the dog made me cum. It was a
wonderful cycle of pleasure and drove me a bit insane.

I finally just fell back, laying there with my hands on my knees,
pushing my legs apart because they wanted to close against Trixie's
face so badly. David continued making love to her at a slow, gentle
pace, not only because of her canine physiology, but I think also
because he wanted to last as long as possible. Even so it wasn't going
to be long enough for any of us.

Within ten minutes of starting, David was close to cumming. He'd
started reciting the Hippocratic Oath aloud, a sure sign that he was
trying not to cum. Sometimes he went through the period table of
elements and while that was good for teaching me chemistry, it usually
made me laugh...not exactly what I wanted in the middle of our sex.

"If you get to Ruthenium, I'll give you a dollar," I half-giggled,
half-gasped. I was between cums right then and poor David was right on
the edge.

"Oh shit!" He wanted to laugh, but at that moment his body had had
enough and he was cumming hard.

Trixie must have known, or at least felt it, because she lifted her
head and arched her back, or so it seemed to me, enjoying the
sensation of David's cock jerking inside her womb. She might have been
a bit confused that there wasn't any sperm filling her, but who knows.
Probably it was enough that it just felt really good. Trixie whined
softly and gave soft barks of pleasure, I believe, while David held
her tightly, his cock pressed as far inside the dog as possible. I
just lay there, smiling happily, my head turned slightly so I could
watch them until David pulled out slowly a minute or so later.

Trixie immediately went to work cleaning herself and David sat back on
his heels, his cock still semi-hard and the tip of his wrinkled condom
bloated with semen. He smiled at me, eyeing my own very wet and ready
sex, and I knew what he was thinking. He'd kept his part of the deal.
He'd made love to Trixie and now it was time for me to do my part. I
didn't mind either, I'll tell you that much. I'd never seen anything
like a man having sex with a dog and while part of me felt pretty
nervous at the idea, most of me was ready and willing to try it with
Sam and Shep.

"How was it?" I asked David lazily.

"Fantastic," he smiled. "It was fantastic."

"As good as with me?" I made as if to pout, but I laughed and spoiled
it.

"Almost," David nodded. "But you're a better kisser," he said with a
laugh of his own.

"Thanks a lot!" I said. "You didn't kiss her anyway."

"Well..." David shrugged. "She was busy!" He glanced pointedly down at
my well displayed sex.

"So?" I smiled at him. "Kiss her now."

"You don't think I will?" He was enjoying this as much as me.

"You have to," I said matter-of-factly. "You just had sex with her.
You can't not kiss a girl afterwards, can you?"

"I guess not," David agreed, I was still a little surprised when he
pulled Trixie close and put his mouth to hers. She naturally wanted to
lick his face and David just opened his mouth for her, letting
Trixie's tongue enter so he could play his own upon it. It looked
incredibly hot, in my opinion, but it did make me just a little
jealous too. I mean they were kissing!

"Hey, that's enough!" I giggled, feeling silly for protesting but
unable to help it. "You don't have to marry her."

"Can I marry you?" David asked and the mood suddenly changed in a
subtle and unexpected way.

"What?" I looked at him and he was licking his lips, still holding
Trixie close, but focused only on me.

"Will you marry me, Lisa?"


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end of part two
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