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Dodie Has An Accident (coming of age)
by gthomas@rocketmail.com
Introduction:
The following story is true, it all happened several years ago. From
my perspective you can believe as much of it as you care to believe or
just blow the whole thing off as being some really sick guys
imagination working overtime. Yes, maybe I have improvised a little
bit, adding in a few details that enhance the happenings, but it did
happen, mostly just the way I describe it.
Chapter 1: How We Got Toto
I was raised in Kansas on a farm. Doesn't everyone in Kansas live on
a farm? My family consisted of me, my name is Dan, I was called
Danny back then, my parents, and my younger, somewhat rambunctious
little sister Dodie. Dodie, well her full name was Dorothy Jean, but
we all called her Dodie, except when Mom or Dad got perturbed at her,
then it was "Dorothy Jean". I am 7 years older than she is. At the
time all of this started she was 8 almost 9, and I was 15 almost 16,
as we say on the plains, she was "eight and one-half" and I was
"fifteen and on-half". We are your typical All-American,
mid-western, church going Baptists, and all in all there was nothing
spectacular about us. Just ordinary folks trying to squeeze out a
living from 500 acres of dust.
Back then there was no such thing as cable TV, VCRs, or Penthouse
magazine for that matter. Yeah, I know Penthouse has been around a
long time and was probably available somewhere in the world even then,
but not in OUR PART of Kansas! We did have a TV, a big old clunker
of tubes and poor sound, but it was a color set, probably one of the
first ever made. The national networks ran "good family
entertainment", nothing sexy, not even suggestive, Mother Clever and
the Beaver was my favorite show. Sunday nights, after church of
course, we would all set in the "den", as it was called back then, and
watch whatever we could get on the set. The closest TV station was
in Lawrence about 50 miles away and most of the time the picture on
the TV was so bad that it gave you a terrible headache just to watch.
Dad was kind of a wizard when it came to making the old set work, or
at least we all thought he was. It was a few years later that I
figured it out, all he was doing was going outside and turning the
antenna toward the station. As well behaved, respectful children
Dodie and I did not get to pick very many of the shows we watched.
Mom kept track of the TV programs and we watched whatever they would
let us. Mom liked to watch all those "special presentations", the
Hallmark Hall of Fame and junk like that. Every year, usually in the
fall, after school had started, one of the networks, I don't remember
which one, would show the "Wizard of Oz". Now there is a show that
depicts Kansas as it truly is, even the state motto should be changed
to the "Black & White State". Did you ever notice that everything in
Kansas is in black and white? The movie only changes to color once
Dorothy and Toto get to Oz.
Mom really loved that show and would make a point of telling us the
week before that it was going to be on. She would even make it "OK"
for us to miss church on the night the show was on. Dodie thought it
was great too. Mom and Dodie would play "dress up" for the whole
week before, Dodie wearing those full dresses, putting her hair up
just like Dorothy, it was like a big celebration in preparation for
Sunday Night at the Movies. Dad and I just laughed about them as we
slopped the hogs, plowed or whatever work we did together, which was a
lot, considering that we were a "small family" by Kansas standards.
That year after the "Land of Oz" celebration Dodie asked if she could
have a dog like Toto. None of us knew exactly what kind of dog Toto
was, I am not even sure now, some kind of terrier, Welsh or something
like that. Being a country family there was no reason that Dodie
couldn't have a pet and Dad said that he'd see what he could do to
find one like Toto. It took him a couple of weeks to finally find
anything that even closely looked like the scruffy thing on the movie.
Dad and Mom had a lot of talks about getting just the right dog for
Dodie. Dad wanted to get a "blue healer", a "working dog" he called
it. We had a few cows and Dad had seen the neighbor's dog work the
cattle and he thought it would be best for the family if the dog could
earn his keep. Mom did not want a "big old smelly thing" and neither
did Dodie, even though a healer is not a big dog. They insisted that
"Dodie's Dog" be just like Toto. I caught on immediately that what
they really wanted was another decoration for their yearly "Oz
Celebration".
As luck goes, even in Kansas, you can sometimes be in just the right
place at the right time. One day Dad and I was at the feed mill in
town and one of the farmers there was bitching about his wife and her
"damned dogs". Everyone was laughing and cutting up about his
problems as he was telling the story about how his wife had gone down
to Oklahoma to visit her sister and brought back a "poodle". He said
that his wife's sister had quite a few of them also and had given one
of the older dogs to his wife, a female. When his wife got home from
Oklahoma it turned out that the dog was pregnant and within a few
weeks they had 6 poodles, the bitch and five little puppies. The
puppies were all about 6 months old and had been giving him hell,
chasing the chickens and just making all kinds of trouble. His
biggest complaint was that they crapped all over his back porch.
Dad asked him what the dogs looked like and the man said, "Well, you
know that little black dog that is in that movie . . .you know with
the tinman . . ."? Dad said, "You mean the Wizard of Oz"? The
farmer said, "Yeah, my wife loves that movie and now I got 6 of those
little sum-bitches". Dad said, "My daughter wants one of those dogs.
Hell, she's driving the whole family crazy about it". Now that was
when two fools met. The guy looked at Dad like he was his savior and
said, "You come out to my place and I'll give you the whole damned
bunch". Dad said, "You got a deal".
We all hopped in our various dilapidated "Country Cadillacs", more
recognized as two and half ton, grain bed trucks and headed out to his
farm to look over the dogs. When we got there the farmers wife met
us in the yard. He told her what we were there for and in the
beginning I thought they were going to summon up a tornado. She was
upset as hell about him giving "her dogs away". Dad told her that he
did not want all of them, just one for his daughter. That seemed to
calm her down and finally she said, "Well, I guess we got to many
anyway. Come on, you can look at them" and motioned for us to follow
her around to the back of the house.
She had them all penned up on the screened in back porch and there was
a lot of dog crap on the porch. The lady said, "They really are nice
little dogs, but they chase the chickens and He gets mad", and kind of
pointed at her husband.
We looked through the screen at the six little dogs. They were all
real cute and excited about us and were jumping onto the screen door
and making all kinds of racket. A couple of them were lighter in
color, but mostly they were darker in color. The lady pointed out
the momma dog and said we could have any of them but her. One of
them was almost black and Dad without even thinking said, "We'll take
that one."
The dog he'd picked out was a little bigger than the others and was
mostly barking his head off at us while the others were busy wagging
around waiting for someone to pet them. The lady said, "Well, I
really wanted to keep him . . . ", that was as far as she got because
the farmer said, "Shit, Lila we can't keep all these sum-bitches!"
She looked kind of hurt and said, "Well, I guess it's OK."
And that is the story of how we got Toto for Dodie.
Chapter 2: Dodie Meets Toto
Dad and I grabbed that dog, even though the damned thing tried to bit
me at least three times before we got to the truck, and got out of
there fast. As we were driving away the farmer's wife was standing
in the yard with her hands all twisted up in the front of her dress.
I could see right away that the farmer was going to have a bad time at
the supper table. I held that squirmy, half grown puppy all the way
home. Both Dad and I knew long before we got there that the dogs
name would be "Toto". The trip home was not much fun for me or the
dog.
He was scared half out of his wits from having never been in a moving
vehicle and kept trying to jump out the window on my side. I finally
had to roll the window up and he still tried to jump through the
glass. That trip home must of made a lifetime impression on him
because he never liked me or the old truck again. He didn't want
much to do with me ever, even when I fed him a table scrap, he would
kind of take it from as far away as he could get. He never did bite
me, but he'd growl and get this mean look in his eye anytime I tried
to touch him.
Of course Dodie instantly feel in love with him and it was the same
with the dog for Dodie. She was a rambunctious tomboy and the dog
was with her everywhere she went.
As the dog got older he got bigger. I think he probably weighed
about 20 pounds, big for a poodle. Dodie on the other hand was a
small wisp of a girl. At 8 and a half she probably didn't weigh much
over 60 pounds and was kind of tall and thin. She played with that
dog like it was a babydoll. Dressing him up in clothes that Mom made
just for her. At first Dad was pretty adamant about the dog being an
"outside dog" but Dodie kept him in the house so much that after
awhile it became clear to everyone that Toto was a house dog.
She'd take him back to her room and play with him on her bed. If
anyone came in he'd try to jump down off the bed and stand between
them and Dodie growling and sometimes barking. Dodie thought it was
funny and she would jump after him or just hold him real tight to keep
him from jumping down. About the only person other than Dodie that
the poodle put up with was Mom. I think that was because Mom and
Dodie spent so much time in the house together.
It was about this same time that Dodie started closing her door when
ever she and Toto went into it. It was not a common practice in our
house to close your door. I don't know why we didn't close our
doors, it was just natural that we didn't. At first I harassed her
and Toto by knocking every time I went by. This would set Toto off
in one of his barking frenzies and Dodie would jump up and run to the
door to see who it was. I'd be long gone by the time she got to the
door, laughing about the noise and commotion that I'd caused. Mom
caught me several times and finally put a stop to my "being mean" to
my little sister. I had to explain that I was just having fun and
said that I would not do it anymore. I think the barking dog was
upsetting Mom mostly because of all the noise he made.
Dodie became very defensive about her room and got to the point that
she'd yell at me anytime I came in. I was a little confused by the
whole thing and talked to Dad about her reaction. He told me that
Dodie was just growing up and it was time for me to start respecting
her privacy. So I just blew the whole thing off and stopped
everything. I figured what the heck, if she wants to be left alone
I'd just leave her alone. It seemed to work and things calmed down
around the house.
Chapter 3: Toto's A Big Dog Now
Again I have to say that most of what happened occurred when Dodie was
between 8 and maybe almost 10. Toto had been around the house for
about 2 years and was fully grown. Dodie was still just a little
girl and had not started to blossom into a young woman.
About the most obvious thing that happened as Toto became a "big dog"
was that he developed this really bad habit of marking his territory.
This pissed Dad off. The first time it happened I thought I was
going to die laughing. We'd come in from working around the place
and Dad had gone straight in and taken a shower. His nightly routine
was to get cleaned up and then head for his favorite chair in the den.
After his shower he'd put on a pair of loose fitting pants and a clean
shirt and then plod into the den in his barefeet to put on his house
slippers that he kept next to his chair. Toto had beaten him to his
house shoes, they were completely soaked with dog piss. Dad didn't
realize it until he'd slipped his feet into them. I was setting on
the couch when he put them on his feet and really wasn't paying to
much attention until he said, "God Damn it". Those were really
unusual words for Dad. He looked at me and said, "That god damn dog
has pissed on my shoes". I started laughing and he just glared at me
with his, "This has got to stop look."
It didn't stop, in fact it kind of got worse for awhile. Dad was
mad. Mom was upset. Dodie was scared that Dad was going to hurt
Toto and I was in a constant state of amusement. Dodie's answer to
the problem was to never let Toto out of her sight. That seemed to
work and the work of Toto settled down into an occasional surprise
like when he'd mark Mom's sewing basket, or my baseball glove, but by
far his favorite target remained Dad's shoes.
Another thing happened that kind of shocked the family. One night we
all setting in the den. I was watching the TV, Dad in his chair
reading something about farming and Mom was looking at one of her
magazines. Dodie and Toto were on the rug in the middle of the room.
Toto was actually sleeping beside Dodie as she played with her stuff,
dolls or something. Out of the blue, Toto jumps up and begins to
jump around Dodie acting like he wants her to play. She just ignored
him and he starts kind of scratching at her. She finally gives up
and starts playing with him, he's scampering about her and she's
laughing pushing him away. The whole family is smiling watching the
antics of Dodie and the dog playing. Toto was trying to keep Dodie
from pushing him away from her and in so doing manageed to kind of
grab her legs between his front paws. I guess it is kind of a
natural reaction for a male dog, but as soon as he was able to get a
good hold on her, he began to move his hind quarters back and forth
like he would with a bitch in heat.
Dodie kept laughing and trying to push Toto away, but Toto had
different ideas. Finally after what seemed like a long time, but was
probably on a few seconds, Dad jumped up from his chair and grabbed
Toto. Big mistake, Toto commences to grab Dad back, only he used his
teeth, Dad instantly released his hold on Toto. Little blood marks
were suddenly popping up on Dad's hand and all he could say was, "The
son-of-bitch bite me", which he said about 3 or 4 times. Toto then
put himself between Dad and Dodie, prepared to fight for what Toto
thinks is his. I believe the whole scenario, as shocking as it was,
only meant that Mother Nature was taking her course with Toto. It is
to bad that Dad didn't see it that way.
Dad slowly worked himself up to real "Daddy Fit". Dodie is crying
and saying, "He only loves me, He didn't mean to bit you Daddy." Mom
is scared shitless, red as a beet from embarrassment, and totally
afraid to say anything. I am just watching the whole show. I could
tell the whole situation was something that Dad and Dodie were going
to have to resolve and the best thing for me to do was just set and
stay quite.
Dad finally just looked at Dodie and said, "Well, guess I should not
have grabbed him like that. After all he is only an animal, like the
stock." Dodie said, "He's not an animal, he's a dog!" Dad didn't
know what to say after that and just looked at Mom. Mom said, "Dodie
we know that Toto is a dog, he's a good dog too. It's just that he
should not be allowed to do that to you." Dodie said, "Mom, he only
does that when we play real hard and then I make him stop." Mom
looked at Dad and said, "OK, just always make him stop." Dodie said,
"OK".
One thing about being farm kids is that the way little animals get
into the world is clearly understood by a very early age. Animal
husbandry, stock reproduction, what ever you want to call it, is a
fact of our existence. We know by the time we are 3 or 5 years old
exactly how a bull and cow make a calf, how a boar and sow make pigs,
how a ram and ewe make a lamb. There is nothing unusual about it.
If it did not happen, if we did not want it to happen, if we did not
help it to happen, then there would be no life or job known as
farming. We depend on it for our very existence, it is the shirt on
our backs, the shoes on our feet and the food on our table.
The next and perhaps even more astonishing fact is that as dependent
as we were on animal reproduction and all the processes there in,
human reproduction is exactly the opposite. It is a taboo subject,
never to be mentioned, never to be understood, never to be even so
much as hinted at, it is considered a loathing or sinful thing to even
think about it. So is set the stage for many of the problems of the
farmer's daughter.
Chapter 4: Toto Finds It
Dad was a member of the Grange Association. Mostly he just attended
their meetings and occasionally signed something, a petition or paper,
that was used to get things done for the farmers and ranchers. Once
a year there would be a big conference somewhere in the state, Kansas
City, St. Louis or where ever. Dad would usually go to the meeting
by himself, they usually lasted two or three days. He'd come home
from the meeting and tell Mom all about the people that were there.
It was obvious that Mom would have liked to go with him but with the
farm to look after and two little kids as well it just wasn't
possible. That all changed as Dodie and I grew up.
The first time they both went to the meeting, leaving me to watch
Dodie and the place, was only a few weeks after the incident with Toto
in the den. That year the conference was to be held in Lawrence only
a short drive for Mom and Dad and they decided that if something
happened around the farm that they could be home in just a little
while.
The Grange had sent out a real nice brochure explaining all the
activities that would take place and Mom was all excited about the
trip. She even bought a couple of new dresses, which was really
unusual since she usually made all of her own clothes. The meetings
actually started on Monday, but they decided to wait until early
Monday before they left just so they would be gone one less night and
to save the money for the hotel room.
Dodie and I were in school and Mom and Dad would not be there when we
got home. Mom had made up enough food that we would not have to
cook, only take it out of the ice box and heat it up in the oven.
She'd been extra careful to make sure that I knew where every thing
was and to show me how to light the old stove in the kitchen. Dodie
and I were both very excited that we were finally getting old enough
for them to trust us to take care of things by ourselves.
When we got home from school Dodie went straight in the house and I
went out to take care of the chores. A lot of things Dad said we
could do when he got back, but I still had to make sure there was
plenty of hay out for the stock and everything was as it should be.
The chores were actually easier to do than what I normally had to do.
When I got finished I went in to the house. Dodie already had our
food heated up. I was kind of surprised, but she told me that Mom
had shown her many times how to light the old stove. I didn't think
it was such a bad deal having my little sister to cook for me and we
both were very happy.
After we had eaten we just did our normal stuff, homework first, then
TV for a little while. About 8:00 o'clock Mom called on the phone
and gave me the telephone number of the hotel where they were staying
and then asked all kinds of questions about how we were doing.
Finally I heard Dad in the background say, "They are doing fine, now
let's go have a good time, you deserve it." Mom was laughing and
said to me, "OK, Mom and Dad love you both very much and if you have
any trouble call us." I said, "OK, Mom we love you too and don't
worry." That was it, Me and Dodie were actually being treated as
grown-ups, it was great.
When I got back into the den, Toto and Dodie were both asleep on the
couch. I sat down to watch the TV for a little while. I guess I
turned it up to loud because Dodie raised up and said, "I'm tired, I'm
going to bed". I just said, "OK, sleep tight". As she walked out
of the room Toto was right behind her, I didn't give it a second
thought.
I sat in the den for about an hour watching what ever I wanted for a
change, even though most of the stuff was not very interesting.
About 9:30 I decided it was time for me to go to bed and switched off
the set.
My room is just across the hall from Dodie's, and as was normal she
had her door closed. I thought it would be nice if I gave her a good
night hug, which Dad normally did and stepped up close to her door.
I started to knock when there was this blood curdling scream from
Dodie's room. Instead of knocking I grabbed the door handle and
tried to push the door open. The house we lived in was old even
then. The door knobs were those old kind that have the mechanism on
the outside of the door and Dodie had apparently locked her door by
pushing the little lever that sticks out on the top. Before I could
think she screamed again.
I didn't know what to do so I yelled, "Dodie are you OK, what's going
on"
I stood there waiting and twisting the door knob back and forth trying
to get the damned door open. Finally I just started banging on it
real hard. She must of heard me because she said, "Danny, Danny,
something is wrong with Toto." I could just make out her words
through the door. I said, "Dodie the door is locked, I can't get
in."
She was quite for a second and said, "Danny, it hurts." I was
getting scared, I didn't know what was wrong. Again I said, "Dodie
what hurts, I can't get in, unlock the door."
Dodie said, "OK, I'll try to."
I put my ear close to the door and I could hear her moving around in
the room, she would move and then make sounds like she was in pain.
I could also hear Toto he was whining a little bit, but not growling
or barking like usually did when ever I knocked on the door.
I stood there waiting and listening, finally I could hear her very
close to the door, she was kind of shuffling to get across the room.
The latch gave a very loud click and I opened the door. My little
sister was standing just inside the door kind of bent over holding
Toto between her legs like she did when she was going to put something
down over his head, only he seemed to be a little higher up and his
feet were dangling down in front of her.
I looked at her and she looked at me. There was sort of a scared
look in her eyes. At first I thought she was holding Toto up in
front of her to keep me from seeing that she was not wearing any
clothes. I said, "Take him over to the bed and lay him down so I can
look at him."
She looked at me with a strange kind of expression and said, "I
can't". I looked at her and said, "What do you mean you can't?"
She then said, "He's stuck inside of me."
I was shocked for a second and said, "What do you mean, stuck inside
of you?"
She said, "His thingy, it's inside of me and I can't get it out, it
hurts to bad."
She was still all bent over and started to cry saying, "It hurts
Danny, I tried to pull it out, but it hurt really bad and then I tried
to push him off with my feet and it hurt so bad that I screamed. I
don't know what to do."
I looked at her for a second and said, "OK, Dodie it will be OK, just
go over to the bed and rest for a few minutes, you don't need to cry."
She said, "But Danny it hurts so bad, I think it is hurting me
inside."
I said, "Can you walk?"
She said, "No, I don't think so. Every time I move he scratches me
with his legs and his thingy hurts me."
I said, "OK, let me carry you back over to the bed maybe if you lay
down we can get him out of you."
She said, "Aright, help me over there."
Dodie was as light as a feather, I easily picked her up and carried
her across the room to the bed. I sat her down on the bed and she
just kind of fell over backwards. The whole time Toto just sat
there, low on her belly whimpering.
Once she laid back I grabbed hold of Toto and tried to lift him up off
her, for my efforts I got another blood curdling scream and Dodie
started to try to back across the bed away from me and Toto. Toto
just followed right along, not seeming the least bit concerned about
the whole thing.
I realized right then that unless I did something to help her that we
were in real trouble. I did not realize that all we had to do was
wait about 15 minutes and let mother nature finish the job she'd
started.
I was still standing next to the bed and trying to get Dodie to calm
down. Finally I sat down beside her. I said, "Dodie you need to
calm down and then we can try to get things straightened out."
She said, "OK, Danny, I'll try but it hurts real bad."
I said, "OK, Dodie let me look at it."
She said, "How Danny, He is in real far."
I reached out and took hold of one of her feet and began to lift it up
in the air. She did not resist and her knee was stiff as I pushed
her leg up in the air. I could see from the expression on her face
that I was hurting her leg and said, "Dodie bend you knees and then
pull your legs up and spread them real wide." Toto was standing now
with his back legs on the bed and one front leg on either side of
Dodie's thin little waist.
As she did what I asked her to do, I could hear an almost audible sigh
of relief. She said, "Danny that makes it not hurt so much."
I said, "OK, let me see what has happened."
I grabbed one of Toto's back legs and pulled it over to one side. I
could clearly see where his penis was buried right up to his ball sack
against my little sisters pelvis.
I said, "Dodie I am going to try and lift him straight up."
She said, "OK"
With that I grabbed Toto by the tail and tried to pull him out of her.
As I did there was a big bulge that formed right where he went into
her. I pulled harder and the bulge got bigger, but he would not come
loose. I could tell that it was hurting Dodie because she was kind
of huffing and puffing and saying "ouch, ouch, that hurts Danny". I
said, "Let's try one more time, maybe if I pull real steady like, he
will come out."
She said, "Try not hurt me Danny."
I started pulling on Toto again, watching where he had entered her.
The bulge was still there and the harder and more steady that I pulled
the bigger it seemed to get. I could see right then that there was
no way that I was going to pull Toto loose. When I turned loose of
him Dodie gave a huge sigh of relief and said, "Danny that hurt real
bad, what we going to do?"
I said, "I think we will have to wait for him to come out by himself."
She said, "Aright Danny, we can let him alone for a few minutes."
I didn't know what to do. Toto was still stuck inside my sister and
I was frustrated. Finally I said, "Dodie what do we do?"
She said, "I don't know Danny?"
I just sat back on the bed and looked at her for a few seconds. I
felt real sorry for her.
She saw me looking at her and said, "Danny I never expected this to
happen, it hasn't happened before."
I was kind of shocked for a second and said, "You mean you have done
this before?"
She said, "Uh huh, I let him lick me down there and even poke his
thingy against me, but tonight he did something different. He put it
in that little hole. It felt real good for a little while and then
he got it stuck in me."
I said, "But Dodie it is not right for him to do that."
She said, "I know it's not right, but I like the way his tongue feels
when he licks me, it kind of makes me shiver all over and then when he
rubs his thingy against me it makes me have this wonderful feeling, I
kind of shake and it feels so good. See how he kind of pushes it
back and forth. He does it until the hot stuff comes out."
I looked down at Toto and he was going on about his business, his
little butt was just jerking back and forth.
I just sat there and watched.
Dodie again saw me watching and said, "It really does feel good,
honest. With my legs pulled up like this it even feels better."
I looked at her and said, "Did the hot stuff come out before he got
stuck in you?"
She said, "No, I don't think so."
I said, "Maybe if we just wait for him to make the hot stuff come out,
we can get him out then."
She said, "Ok, maybe that is it. Cause he doesn't like to do it
anymore once the stuff comes out."
So there I was just watching my 9 year old sister get dog fucked.
We sat like that for maybe 5 or 10 more minutes. Toto was humping
away. I was setting there quietly watching and Dodie was just laying
there with her feet above her head and Toto buried up to the hilt.
Dodie eyes suddenly got real wide and she said, "I can feel his stuff
coming out inside of me. It still feels good, but not like before."
I leaned down and looked between Toto's legs and could see a lot of
clear fluid and white stuff kind of pumping out between his penis and
my sister. It flowed real slow down her bottom on to the bed. I
reached out and kind of touched the stuff, it was real slick feeling
and kind of gooey.
I said, "I think he will come out in a minute or two." Toto was
standing real relaxed against her now and wagging his tail like crazy.
She still loved that dog and began to pat him on top of his head.
I said, "Let me try to pull him out now. Your real wet down there
now that might help get him out."
She said, "OK, I think he is getting smaller inside of me, It don't
hurt any more at all."
I grabbed Toto by the tail and pulled, again the bulge was there, but
not nearly so big and I could see that if I pulled just a little more
he would come out. I said, "Dodie I am going to pull a little
harder, you tell me if it hurts to bad."
She said, "OK, but it don't hurt at all now, it is like he's all soft
inside of me."
I pulled a little harder on Toto and with kind of a smacking or
sucking noise his penis came out. I held him up and looked at his
penis. It was only about 3 or 4 inches long, but there was a big
knot right at the base. It was really weird looking, kind of spear
shaped with a pointy little end and actually not much bigger than my
index finger, until the knot at the very base which was still about
the size of a golf ball. At first I thought the knot was his balls,
but I felt of it and it was to hard to be his balls.
As Toto came loose, Dodie had kind of rolled away from me, acting like
she was embarrassed that she was naked. I didn't even look at her.
I was to busy trying to see what had been stuck inside of her.
Dodie saw me looking at him and said, "Danny don't hurt him, he didn't
mean to hurt me."
I looked back at her and said, "Dodie I am not going to hurt Toto, I
was just looking at him."
She said, "Let me see too."
So we laid Toto down on the bed between us and both looked at him.
She said, "Wow I didn't know that he had that", pointing at the big
knot at the base of his penis.
I looked at her with kind of sad expression on my face. She said,
"Oh Danny, don't be upset with me and Toto, I didn't mean for it to
happen.
I didn't know what to do, so I said, "Dodie I don't know what to say,
just please don't do this again."
She acted kind of like I had hurt her feelings and said, "I got to go
to the bathroom, besides Mom and Dad wouldn't like it if they found
out you saw me naked."
I was scared as hell then. She was right. No matter what she did
when she was by herself she could take care of it by herself, but if
Mom and Dad found out about me being in the room with her with no
clothes on, I was in the deepest shit of all.
I stood up and said, "Dodie I am going to bed."
As I got to the door I turned around to look at Dodie, she was real
upset and started to cry. I said, "Now Dodie, every thing will be
OK, just go get a bath and then we can talk some more if you want to."
She got real happy then and said, "I knew you'd help me, I love you
Danny."
I said, "I love you to Dodie, go to the bathroom."
Epilog:
I don't know anything else about what went on between Toto and Dodie
after that night. I do know that for the rest of my life I have not
been able to watch the Wizard. Dodie was a problem for Mom and Dad
after I left home. She married the first guy that asked her and the
last time I saw her she was living in California, with her second or
third husband and one big great dane.