i agree, we have a new star author

To both you ironmick and Meczch : you are making me blush! Thank you thank you thank you.... I have finally found a place to share my deepest fantasies.

I love it here already :)

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...and you just keep me cumming back :P . :thinking: let's see 3 days as a member and 3 very hot and well written story threads. What kind of surprises will day 4 bring? Definitely will be back adding many 10's for you.

=============PART 2 : RESISTANCE & WILLPOWER================

About a week had gone by, once in awhile I'd see Rhonda or Steven walking George and that little leghumper while I was out for a jog or driving to or from the house. It was hard to avoid them, and if in the car, I'd try hard not to make eye contact, but if I absolutely had to, would give a quick wave and speed off.

It was driving my mind wild every time my thoughts would stray to the way George's tongue had made me feel, how the humiliation of being opened up to these strangers had turned me on. I'd never felt that way before. Normally I was the one in control, with one guy or another, I could be a real cocktease and loved the power my pussy had over men.

So the way that I was opened up, so vulnerable to this new couple and their damned dog was making me crazy. I found myself imagining the vibrator or whoever's tongue happened to find my clit on any given night was the dog's long agile tongue. It was never enough, I would end up pushing the guy's head away and either leaving them high and dry, or riding them a few times to try to get that gspot cum that I needed. Always kicked them out of bed either directly after or in the morning.

Why couldn't I get this dog off of my mind? I was thinking about him as I pulled into our garage the following Saturday, my pussy getting wet, knowing I'd run upstairs to my awaiting vibrator for a quick cum. I walked into the kitchen through the garage and yelled out, "Mom! Did you or Lydia make anything to eat?" as I rummaged mindlessly through the refrigerator.

I heard her response come from the backyard. "No, Chelsea, you know Lydia has Saturdays off and we're having dinner with the Petersons tonight!" she hollered back. I froze. Wait. I knew I'd heard her wrong. Couldn't be. No f**king way.

I ran out to the backyard, where my mom was sunning by the waterfall we had installed for our pool. That must have been it, the noise made me hear her wrong. I shaded my eyes from the sun with my hand and walked over to her. "What did you say we're doing for dinner?" I asked, trying to keep a light tone in my voice to hide the panic.

"I said, the Petersons invited us over to thank us for the housewarming gift. They are really nice people. They actually seem fond of you, Chels. You must have put on your good girl hat when you went over there," she said not looking up from the magazine she was reading. I hated it when she said "good girl hat" it was so annoying.

I immediately racked my brain for a reason I couldn't go. "It's Saturday night, Mother, I'm not having dinner with some older couple next door. It's not on my list of social events for this weekend!"

"Sorry, you are going. You are the only one that knows them already and I'm surely not going alone. Final." She said.

"WhatEVER Mom, it's not like you have a life!" I muttered as I stormed back into the house and ran up to my room.

I closed the door to my room and sat on the bed. "What the hell am I going to do? What if they tell her or Jesus, what if that damned dog starts licking my pussy again and I can't stop him?!!" I thought in a panic.

I showered, put on a pair of panties sprayed with perfume and a pair of jeans that I hoped would disguise the scent of my pussy juice. I reasoned with myself that if he couldn't smell me, I would have no problem!

We went over to the Petersons, my mom again bringing wine. She is so pretentious. We rang the doorbell and Steven answered, dressed casually and let us know he would be grilling salmon and that Rhonda was waiting out back.

He led us to the yard, and as soon as I walked out the door, there he was. George came sniffing at my mom's hand as she walked out, I followed behind her. "Hi, boy, what's your name?" she cooed, offering her hand for a sniff and a pat on his large head. "His name's George, he and Chelsea got on great when she came with that wonderful gift you sent over," Rhonda said, as she got up from her patio seat and came over to give my mom a quick hug and air kiss.

I stared daggers at Rhonda as she made eye contact with me while hugging my mom. She led my mom over to the table where there were already 3 glasses of wine and offered her one. Immediately George began sniffing and snuffing at my crotch, as if he knew I was praying that he wouldn't. I pushed his massive head away 2 then 3 times before walking steadily over to the table where I could sit down.

He sat directly beside me, head promptly in my lap. Rhonda giggled and said in a loud whisper to my mother, "See, they made fast friends!"...

======================End Part 2 (it's dinnertime sorry!)==========

Oh Gosh, and thanks to Chiron for the BBQ plot step! Moving it along :) Great idea.

This post has been edited by teknidiva on Jan 18 2009, 11:23 PM

You are a fantastic writer! I'm glad you found this forum and are willing to share it with us. Thank you for sharing your talent :D

The more I write the closer I am in paying back with 10s!!

Thanks again you have been very encouraging :)

You are not alone, your "deepest fantasys" are shared are shared by many of us. And many of us are greatful you are shareing them with us through your storys :wub:

Just leave me hangin here 2 days in a row :P. What a great teaser you are. Build me up to a certain point of excited reading, and WHAM.... dinnertime :blink: :crying: . Another 10++++ :puppykiss:

teknidiva you lovely creature...your keeping us hot :wub:
With a story that rich in k9 sex that we all like a lot
I want to tell you that in each chapter you write
That you in your hot fantasy.. we all can delight :rolleyes:
Keep spinning each letter to create your hot story
For we hope you will end ...knotted and tied in wonderful glory
So here's a vote from me that reflects all of us
A solid 10+++++++++++++++++++++ ;)
Tony :kiss: :wub:

wow what a beginning (it is just the beginning right???) mt tongue got hard it was so hot ... can hardly wait to see who or what cums next :inlove: :inlove: :inlove: :inlove: :rock: :rock: :whistling: :whistling:

gonna dash off the rest of part 2 not to disappoint!
===========PART 2 : CONTINUED==================

Throughout dinner, I kept having to push George's big head away from my crotch, and several times the evil thoughts came crashing back that I wished I could allow him to just have at me! My mom and the Petersons were getting along well... too well for my taste.

After the salmon and 2 bottles of wine between the 3 of them (I couldn't drink in front of my mother of course, because I was 18 not 21), my mom started asking them if they'd seen any of the restaurants or played any golf at the country club where we lived. Rhonda said that Steven had hit a few rounds with some lawyer friends of his, but she would soon be spending time at the equestrian center, because they owned part of a horse. I wondered how the hell could someone own PART of a horse, and giggled to myself when I thought of who got which part.

"What's the joke, Chelsea?", my mom asked, clearly getting tipsy. "You wouldn't get it, Mother," I snapped.

"So, Rhonda, at the Club there is a great little bar called the Regency. We should finish up the night there! I know on Saturdays they have live music and you two could do some dancing?" my mom suggested.

Steven and Rhonda both chimed in saying what a great idea that would be and as soon as they cleaned up the dinner dishes they should head over. That's when my mom dropped the most surprising and aggravating bomb EVER. "Oh, Chelsea can take care of that, can't you Chels?"

"Uh, Mom, I kinda have plans..." I started.

"Nonsense. Chelsea will finish cleaning and walk the dogs, lock up and when you two get back you can just hit the sack!" now she was just pissing me off.

Steven looked at me, winked across the table and said, "That's a great idea. The leashes are hanging in the garage, just run the dishes through the dishwasher, anything that doesn't fit can go on the sideboard. Just be careful when you walk the dogs, you know George sometimes walks YOU instead of the other way around!" He and Rhonda shared a chuckle and I gave my mom the most deadly look I could, and she didn't even notice.

They left and I cleared the outside table, the entire time that hound was at my ass. I ran inside and shut the sliding glass door between us. "You are NOT coming in here, DOG!" I said through the glass.

After finishing with the dishes, I looked around at their place, the art on the walls, their entertainment system. I saw their huge tv, and I knew I had an hour or so before my cell phone would ring with a friend calling ready to go out to the club for the night so I plopped onto their couch. I turned on the tv and flipped around the channels.

George whimpered at the door the entire time, irritating me. Mostly because my mind was fighting with itself whether or not to let him in and give him what he and I both wanted. Finally, my willpower depleted, looking out at him, licking the window with that big tongue I knew so well already, I got up. I let him in, unbuttoning my jeans.

"I'm going to hell for this for sure. I am such a slut I'll take anything that walks! Jesus..." I thought, scolding myself. He was already nose deep in my crotch before I could even get both legs out of my jeans so I left one on.

I stood at first, let him lick and taste the unfamiliar perfumed pussy before him. His tongue was so hot, breath so warm on my skin. I remembered why I wanted to open up my legs for this huge mutt.

I sat again on the couch, this time on the side so I could throw a leg over the arm of the couch to give George full access. I wanted to cum like I came before. I needed that tongue in deep.

He wasted no time, I lifted my tank top to start playing with my tits, pulling the nipples as his wet tongue went to work. First licking softly up and down, I spread my legs wider to let my pussy unfold, the lips swelling with lusty heat. His tongue started at my clit as if he knew this would get his prize, a nice flow of nectar from my hole below.

His licks became harder, more precise and persistent, he was all over my clit. I actually reached down and held his head, moaning and saying his name. "Good boy, right there, George!" I encouraged.

He got my juices flowing, my pussy felt so hot it could light a match... his nose detected his prize and his tongue honed directly in on it. "Oh God yes, George yes!" I said a little loudly as his tongue found my hole. It licked at first and then snaked its way into my canal.

I shuddered and my nipples got harder than ever. His tongue was 2 then 3 inches inside of me, getting his reward. "Deeper, George!!" I said as I tilted my hips toward his snout, forcing him to get that extra inch inside of me.

His tongue was driving me insane, the deep tonguefucking and loving on my clit alternately to get more of my sweet slippery juice to flow. This dog was getting me off for the second time and this time, I had no doubt that I was going to let him make me cum.

He licked at my ass for a bit and decided since he didn't let my juice drip that it wasn't the hole he wanted but for that brief second, my back arched and a chill ran through my body. He continued his tongue bath and finally, I was close to orgasm.

I squeezed my pussy down onto his tongue to force more lubrication, his tongue delighted in scooping it out, I was moaning, breathing heavily and ready to cum. He came back up to my clit and I lost it. I held that big head, my own head shaking back and forth in ecstacy, and shuddered onto that dog's tongue. I came so hard, I almost blacked out.

It was a good thing I didn't because once again the beast tried to fucking mount me! "OFF DAMN IT NO!" I yelled at him, shoving him down. I somehow got my pants on, made him follow me to the yard, all the while jumping on my back and escaped by once again shutting him outside. He jumped onto the glass door whimpering and I saw that huge red dog cock. "OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT??" before realizing that if I hadn't successfully fought him off, I may have been ripped apart by a coke bottle sized dong!

I thanked my lucky stars, put the leashes on the kitchen table to make the Petersons think I walked their beast and made a mad dash for my house. I came home later that night, my mom was drunk on the couch.

"Hey, Chels. Have fun?" she slurred.

"Yeah, how was the bar?" I asked, grabbing a water from the fridge and heading toward the stairs.

"Great, we had a great time.... hey, you didn't bring one of your fuck buddies over to the Peterson's while we were gone did you?" She asked pointedly.

I hesitated..."No, why do you ask? What did they say?" I made my way to the stairs.

"Oh nothing," she giggled drunkenly, "They just told me that they have their house wired with nanny cams to keep the housekeepers honest and I thought you wouldn't want to get caught with your pants down! HAHA"

I stopped dead in my tracks. Holy shit. "No Mother, I didn't have a fuck buddy over Jesus Christ what the hell do you think?!" and ran upstairs.

I shut my door, leaned against it and thought I was going to hyperventilate.....

SHIT!
=====================END PART 2======================

More kudos for you Tekni. This one's coming along Great. More tens coming your way. :kiss: :beer: :rock:

wow, great new part. So what will the neighbours do with the video-film??? :thinking:

think, maybe they use it to convince her to get done by the dog. Should not be to hard for them as it seems... :lol:

Thanks so much. You've been here from the start ( 2 days ago lol) and so supportive!! Your input helps :)

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A really hot story. Thanks for sharing it.

I will give you another 10 later. :beer: