As with last time, it's been quite a while since I last wrote anything. I went for about 12 months without having any internet access. Without being able to share my writing, I lost motivation to do it. But, now I'm back and here's the first part of my next story. The second half of this chapter will follow in this thread, so be sure to check back (might take me a couple of days, sorry).

!!! Remember to read the first 4 chapters if you haven't already, it's just not the same if you don't know the whole back-story :D :D

Here are links to the previous chapters:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4


Written by Arcnay.
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Chapter 5 is nearly 6 months after chapter 4, with a lot of time having passed and things being good between Peter and Ann. Of course, Bubbles is still loved just as much by the both of them :)
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Chapter 5 - The Coming Winter
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"Can you switch the oil heater on, please?", asked Ann. Winter was starting to set in and Ann didn't like having to wear more than her flannel pyjamas to keep her warm.

"Bubbles, turn the heater on, would you?", Peter casually requested. Bubbles wagged her tail and looked at Peter playfully, but made no sign that she knew what a heater was. As he often did, Peter had lost the spud-off on who was going to do the dishes. Instead of arguing or making some kind of roster he'd decided that, if the dishes were left to a game of chance, it would prevent monotony and that statistics would make it all fair in the end anyway. A good plan in theory, but Ann had never progressed past her 'beginner's luck'. Seeing as the heater was in the living room with Ann and Bubbles, being in the kitchen placed him furthest from the power switch.

"Fine, I'll turn it on. Can I PLEASE put it high this time? Surely it's cold enough by now," she pleaded.

"No, that's not what a heater is for. I don't mind using it to keep the chill out, but I'm not wasting electricity on turning this place into a sauna. Wear my ugg boots if you're still cold," came the reply. Ann frowned. Although she understood Peter's point of view, she still didn't like the cold. Ann frowned some more as she realised she might as well turn the heater on as she began her search for ugg boots.


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It had been some time since a curious series of events had precipitated Peter to begin his sexual relationship with his pet. Although he had enjoyed some 'quiet time' with Bubbles after their outing in the national park late the previous year, her heat had ended and she'd stopped asking for it. Since then, Ann and Peter had continued their relationship as if nothing had happened. It was now May, the time of year when the night time temperatures started to drop and the rain became a nuisance instead of a relief.

Naturally, Peter hadn't been able to look at Bubbles without recalling their sexual encounters, but he didn't long for them. He loved his dog either way.

Ann, on the other hand, had not given it much thought at all. Although she'd been torn between fascination and repulsion, she was easily distracted by her work. Initially she spent a few nights staring blankly through the 5pm news broadcast, deep in thought. She failed to make much headway on the subject and had not been reminded of it to give it any further thought. This was soon to change.


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The next morning, a cold, dreary Saturday, had not awakened them with the sunlight they'd been expecting. Infact they'd awoken at 9am and the rain clouds seemed thick enough to relegate the day to twilight. Their plan for a rugged-up walk through the national park was in tatters.

"I think weather like this warrants staying in bed just a little longer. I'll be back shortly, I'm going to make sure the toilet still works." Ann laughed at Peter's comment as he headed for the bathroom. "Feel like a nice warm Chai while I'm up? I finally found a box of loose leaf chai tea at the shops, you know I'm itching to make some."

"Yes please," she answered with immediate enthusiasm. She hadn't realised how appealing a hot cup of chai seemed right at that moment until she'd been asked.

After washing his hands and face, Peter began his chai ritual. Making it properly without using the stove (which is both slow and messy) required exacting use of the microwave, but he had the whole sequence perfected. The last step involved heating the final concoction to drinking temperature, which gave him plenty of time to let the dog in.

"Hold still girl. If I don't dry your feet you're staying outside." Eager to be out of the cold and, most importantly, with Peter, Bubbles was doing a poor job of staying still. Eventually, though, she was dry enough to be allowed indoors. Quietly enough so no-one else would her, he whispered to Bubbles: "I'll even let you up on the bed, if you promise to behave." With timing uncanny enough to make him stare at it in mute surprise, his microwave accompanied his sly wink with a 'ding'. Mmm, chai.

Prancing in that excited (and slightly clumsy) way that dogs do, Bubbles followed Peter down the hall, into the bedroom, around the bed, onto the bed and lay down abruptly between the two warm bodies already there. When she felt she'd been sufficiently greeted by both, she put her head down and quietly started absorbing every bit of warmth she could.

Meanwhile the happy couple enjoyed their hot drinks and discussed the big issues in the world today, like what they would do for entertainment once staying in bed lost its novelty. The conversation stopped briefly as they pondered what they'd like to do. Ann had time to notice how, as usually happened, the warmth of the quilt, the chai and her soft flannel pyjamas made her feel that extra bit 'warm' between her legs. Not enough of a sensation to warrant attention on its own, but it was certainly pleasant to be warm in more than one way on a cold, damp day.

Provoked by Peter moving to put his mug on the bedside table, Bubbles sought safety on Ann's side of the bed. She lay down between Ann's legs on her side, head stretched upwards to pull a face at Ann. Subconsciously Ann shifted her hips slightly to place the weight of the dog's head onto her mound. Again, it wasn't great stimulation on its own, but it did feel warm and pleasant.

Peter saw Ann's little shimmy and grinned a car salesman's grin. While Ann enjoyed her warm, comforting glow with her eyes closed, he covertly pointed between Ann's legs and whispered to his dog in staccato, "Whereisit?". Remembering the game that she and Peter used to play, the dog began pressing her nose into the blanket trying to find the imaginary object hidden underneath. Ann began to moan in response, then gasped in realisation and gave Peter a dirty look.

For a few moments, he stared back at her and tried to hide his silly grin. Before he completely lost his 'poker-face', he raised his eyebrows and said in the same staccato voice, "Getit!". Continuing the same game, Bubbles once more nosed around the blanket (and consequently between Ann's legs) looking for an imaginary object.
It was now Ann's turn to try and hide her grin. She successfully continued the dirty look for a few seconds, but ultimately gave in to closing her eyes, enjoying the pushing more than she would've liked to admit. "Oh fine, if you _absolutely_ must," remarked Ann, pretending to be serious.

Peter pulled down the blanket as Ann pulled down her flannel pyjama pants. Bubbles was as eager to perform this time as the first time she tasted Ann's excitement. Although her cold nose was initially uncomfortable, Ann knew the accompanying warm tongue would make up for it. And soon it did.

This time there was no meat juice on Ann's leg to attract Bubbles' tastebuds, she headed straight for the source of scent. At first tentatively, the dog began to lap between the legs in front of her. Pleasant sensations filtered through Ann as the warm, velvety tongue serviced her. From the top of her entrance to the top of her labia, bottom to top, the tongue moved. It was the wrong angle to for the tongue to get inside her, and the way she was sitting prevented any great stimulation on her clitoris. Ann just sat and enjoyed the pleasant stimulation while Peter watched on happily.

Without thinking, Ann scooted her hips forward a few inches and arched her back down a little. Bubbles kept licking, although now she had much better access to the source of what she wanted. A few more times she licked Ann along the whole length of her vagina, though it didn't take her long to take advantage of her new angle of attack. Getting a centimetre or two deeper each time, Bubbles began to push her tongue inside of Ann. Now that she had the source of Ann's taste, she continued with renewed vigor.

No more content just watching, Peter decided to lend a helping hand by massaging Ann's right nipple. Knowing just how to make best use of this errogenous zone, he alternatively teased, stroked and pinched with obvious and immediate effect. Ann was well on her way to a nice morning orgasm.

With her early morning grogginess and lack of foreplay, Ann's building orgasm wasn't going to be earth-shattering. Still, it was shaping up to be a rather pleasant one. As Bubbles lapped at her from the inside and Peter expertly massaged her nipple, she reached down to rub her clitoris and bring herself to the edge. Unlike when she usually masturbated, her rubbing had instant effect. Hardly 20 second had passed before that familiar pressure built up inside her and began to overflow, and she came.

It was so sudden, however, that her thigh muscles twitched and pulled her legs together as she twisted and curled up in pleasure. In her movement she managed to knee the poor dog in the head. Still with enough presence of mind, she apologised to Bubbles as Peter had always done; "Awww, come here. I'm sorry girl." Still in that mid-orgasm glow, she wrapped her arms around the dog (who'd come over to lick her face; an action meaning she accepted the apology). Right at that moment, nothing felt better to Ann than letting the pleasure slowly subside while she hugged Bubbles.


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...to be continued.

Great Arcnay, I love the way you write, it makes it all the more realistic and enjoyable to read. Keep up the good work :clapping:

I've been looking forward to this - thanks for continuing my favourite story mate :beer:

How did I know you two would post? :D

Thanks for taking the time guys :)

Alright, here's the last part of the story. It's fairly short, but it was going to turn out too long unless I broke the day up into two stories. I'll spend a little while working on the next one, so keep an eye out for it. And remember, if you liked the story please add a thankyou (or even a vote) to let me know. Thanks :D :D

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When Ann opened her eyes Peter was gone. She lifted her head up to have a better look around the room for him, but succeeded only in rousing the dog. She must have dozed off again. "Where are you?", she enquired of the hallway.

"In the kitchen. You'll get out of bed soon if you know what's good for you," came the reply.

"Is that a threat?", Ann asked with only the slightest inflection of seriousness.

"Sure, a threat that I'll eat all of your pancakes." Peter knew that if he'd participated in any bedroom mischief they would've ended up sleeping half the day away. Considering the productive day they'd previously had planned, he was determined to salvage atleast some usefulness out of the day. He was also determined that the days 'usefulness' wouldn't leave him out as far as sexual satisfaction.

As he was thinking this, Ann and Bubbles came down the hall in perfect duplicity. Ann was ambling lazily along yawning while Bubbles, excused of her percieved guard duty, trotted down the hall with unseasonable eagerness and energy. He loved them both dearly and chuckled at the spectacle.

"Hungry this morning?" he asked of Ann. Bubbles responded with a wag of her tail. "Not you, girl. You've just eaten." He winked at Ann as she was sitting down at the table. She replied only by crossing her arms and looking stern. "So, how many?", he asked again.

"I'm pretty hungry, now that you ask."

The pancakes were especially good. Neither of them spoke much more than to ask for the maple syrup. Peter was the faster eater of the two, but also had a larger stack of pancakes. As he was about half way through, he felt something blow warm air up the inside of his leg. It was bubbles, trying to rest her head between his legs. Peter knew she really wanted a pancake (after all, what labrador doesn't want food?) but had a devious idea come to mind instead. After touching his plate to get some syrup on his finger, he casually reached down and pulled his boxers aside. As he freed himself through the leg of the boxers he wiped his finger of the head of his penis. Bubbles began to lick at it immediately.

Past experience had taught him that Bubbles' licking alone wasn't enough to get him off, so he could sit there eating his pancakes and enjoying the sensual feelings as long as his girl saw fit to keep licking. And lick she did. Noisily.

"What's she licking? You didn't spill the maple syrup on the carpet again did you? The stain from the last time is still there, you know. Are you listening to me?"

Ann wasn't trying very hard to be serious and Peter wasn't trying very hard to listen. He just smiled and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling.

"...are you?.....oh. You really are insatiable." Ann didn't take long to realise what was happening, but was too hungry to let her pancakes go cold because of it. She continued to eat and made a point of not paying attention to what was going on across the table.

Peter, by the same token, was also too hungry to let his pancakes go cold. As strange as it felt, he did his best to eat his breakfast quickly. As he finished the last pieces (without forgetting to sponge up the last of the maple syrup), he stood up and rearranged himself so his erection was better hidden within his boxers. He wasn't worried about Ann seeing his equipment, he was worried that she'd laugh because it made his boxers look like half a g-string because of the strange angle.

"If you'll excuse me, I have something I need to take care of," Peter said to excuse himself in a deliberately formal tone. He then strutted off down the hallway in the manner of an English Lord, dog following closely. Straight into the bedroom he walked, and straight onto the bed. He walked onto the bed on his knees, then sat back on his heels and began to stroke the length of his shaft gently. Bubbles jumped up onto the bed and poked her head around Peter's hips so she could resume the licking. Peter groaned softly and began to stroke a little harder.

Not wanting to last too long or make it too intense an orgasm, he concentrated on finishing quickly. He closed his eyes and recounted experiences with both Ann and Bubbles, together and apart. Stroking harder still he started to feel the pressure build up in his thighs and groin. A few short strokes later he came. As the first shot of semen came out the dog redoubled her licking efforts at the appearance of the salty new taste. This made Peter groan once more as she licked harder at the sensitive skin. A few more shots and a sigh later and he was done.

Wrapping his arm around Bubbles' neck he gave her a big hug. He then pushed her over onto the bed and gave her another hug, then started to rub her belly playfully. "Thankyou girl, I think that saved a lot of mess." He winked as he said it, though he was fairly certain the subtlety would be lost on the prostrate dog.

Feeling happy but not worn out, Peter walked back into the kitchen, grabbed his plate and started to clear the bench. "These can wait until later, I think. We ought to plan something interesting for the day now that everything is wet. Have a look out the window." Peter said over his shoulder, from the sink.

"Oh, look, I can see sky. And it's stopped raining. Well, perhaps we can do something outdoors after all. What have you got in mind?"

"Nothing as yet. I'm sure we can figure out _something_ interesting and enjoyable though," Peter said with a wink. This time he was certain the subtlety was not lost on Ann at all. Whatever they decided on, he knew he had an interesting day ahead.

Woohoo short but very sweet :w00t: made me very hungry but I am not telling what I am hungry for -_- :P
Excellent work Arcnay :rock:

Don't know how the new installment slipped past me, but thanks for posting it Arcnay :beer:

very well written!
good work as usual Arcnay
thankyou for sharing with us
hmm only think now i feel like pancakes..
well that and something else :P

Just so Freaking Hot
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Thank you very much for this story

It's great and very hot

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Thanks for the replies, I like to know people have read and hopefully enjoyed my writing.

^_^ once again very good story buddy :friends: I really enjoy your writtings :D

good one 10 :beer: