Straight Female / 26
Even now, after all these years, I still feel dirty and ashamed when I think about it. I have never dared tell anyone what I did. But, I just thought that, maybe, if I confess here it may ease the self loathing I still feel today. Maybe not. For the record this is a true story, not a silly made up fantasy.
About ten years ago, when I was sixteen, my parents let me stay overnight, for the first time, on my own. They were going to a out of town wedding, something they couldn't get out of, and had to stay over. Of course Mum had all the trepidations that mothers have, I wasn't allowed to go out, don't answer the door to anyone, no friends were allowed and she would be phoning every hour.
I wasn't staying alone, Lucy was with me. Lucy was Mum's dog, well puppy really. A six months old Golden Labrador only just house trained, most of the time anyway, but, like most puppies, completely mad, but totally adorable at the same time.
Even though I'd laughed at Mum's fears, when I was finally alone the house did spook me a bit. So, I had a shower, wrapped myself in a dressing gown and decided to watch TV in my room.
Back then I had this thing for honey, buttered toast I just couldn't get enough of the stuff, I loved it. Mum used to say it would make me fat, but it never did. Anyway, I poured myself a glass of milk, made two huge doorsteps, smothered them with butter and piled on the honey. Lucy ran up the stairs ahead of me to my room. As I walked in she began jumping up at me, I managed to keep hold of the milk, but the toast was sent flying. I screamed at Lucy but this just made her go more berserk. One piece of toast had landed, face down, on the carpet so I sat on the bed and picked it up. Lucy dived straight in and began licking the honey off the floor. This may sound daft, but for the life of me, I couldn't find the other piece of toast, I couldn't see it anywhere. Then I realized that my gown was open and the toast, amazingly, was sticking to my lower stomach. As I peeled it off Lucy dived straight in and. again, began to lick it off. I tried to push her off but even at six months she was a handful.
Then something really weird happened. As I was pushing the dog off and she was going mad to get at the honey something, her nose or tongue, just for second, touched me. It was like an electric shock, my legs straightened out and my toes curled down and I almost moaned out loud. I wasn't totally naïve, even at that age, I'd had a couple of boyfriends, nothing serious. I'd even let one them feel my boobs, but quickly drawn the line on anything further. And, of course, I'd experimented with touching, but, to be honest, I don't think I'd ever had a proper orgasm. Just felt a bit 'squidgy', as I used to say.
Anyway, that's when I did the awful thing. The only excuse I have is that at sixteen my hormones must have been spinning around like the last cycle on a washing machine. So, this is my confession. I scrapped what was left of the honey off the toast and smeared it on myself. I held Lucy back, with both hands, and just eased her between my legs. The dog must have adored honey, because her big rough, tongue devoured the stuff, and me. I know it sounds horrible, debase and totally perverted but it was a huge turn on, I had never experienced anything like it. This is where it gets even worse. The problem was it didn't last long enough, the honey was gone in seconds. So, I went and got more from the kitchen, I remember it was squeezy honey. in a plastic bottle, and I sat on the edge of my bed and squeezed it, slowly, into my crotch. Lucy must have thought it was a great game because she happily obliged, every time I squeezed, she licked. And, for the very first time, I came, and, boy, did I cum. It was like an explosion going off between my thighs. I'm not completely sure but it seemed to go on and on. It was a good job the house was empty because I just moaned uncontrollably. Afterwards, of course, I felt awful, dirty and ashamed.
I've never done it again, although there has been plenty of opportunities. Tempted, but never dared. Well! I suppose that's a bit of a lie really. You see a few weeks ago I had an interview for a new job, I no longer live with my parents but it was easier to get to the interview from their house, so I stayed the night. I'd showered and was sitting on the bed, in my gown, drying my hair, when Lucy, now a eleven years old, overweight, but still lovable, came plodding in to say hello. Mum was in the kitchen cooking and Dad was doing , what ever Dad's do, in his shed. Lucy sat down in front of me and looked me fully in the eyes. And just for the sheer hell of it I did it. I pulled open my gown and opened my legs. Of course I had no honey to entice her, but I swear to God that she actually looked at my crotch and then, with her head on one side, she looked at me with those big brown eyes and...................and............. .....nothing happened!
About ten years ago, when I was sixteen, my parents let me stay overnight, for the first time, on my own. They were going to a out of town wedding, something they couldn't get out of, and had to stay over. Of course Mum had all the trepidations that mothers have, I wasn't allowed to go out, don't answer the door to anyone, no friends were allowed and she would be phoning every hour.
I wasn't staying alone, Lucy was with me. Lucy was Mum's dog, well puppy really. A six months old Golden Labrador only just house trained, most of the time anyway, but, like most puppies, completely mad, but totally adorable at the same time.
Even though I'd laughed at Mum's fears, when I was finally alone the house did spook me a bit. So, I had a shower, wrapped myself in a dressing gown and decided to watch TV in my room.
Back then I had this thing for honey, buttered toast I just couldn't get enough of the stuff, I loved it. Mum used to say it would make me fat, but it never did. Anyway, I poured myself a glass of milk, made two huge doorsteps, smothered them with butter and piled on the honey. Lucy ran up the stairs ahead of me to my room. As I walked in she began jumping up at me, I managed to keep hold of the milk, but the toast was sent flying. I screamed at Lucy but this just made her go more berserk. One piece of toast had landed, face down, on the carpet so I sat on the bed and picked it up. Lucy dived straight in and began licking the honey off the floor. This may sound daft, but for the life of me, I couldn't find the other piece of toast, I couldn't see it anywhere. Then I realized that my gown was open and the toast, amazingly, was sticking to my lower stomach. As I peeled it off Lucy dived straight in and. again, began to lick it off. I tried to push her off but even at six months she was a handful.
Then something really weird happened. As I was pushing the dog off and she was going mad to get at the honey something, her nose or tongue, just for second, touched me. It was like an electric shock, my legs straightened out and my toes curled down and I almost moaned out loud. I wasn't totally naïve, even at that age, I'd had a couple of boyfriends, nothing serious. I'd even let one them feel my boobs, but quickly drawn the line on anything further. And, of course, I'd experimented with touching, but, to be honest, I don't think I'd ever had a proper orgasm. Just felt a bit 'squidgy', as I used to say.
Anyway, that's when I did the awful thing. The only excuse I have is that at sixteen my hormones must have been spinning around like the last cycle on a washing machine. So, this is my confession. I scrapped what was left of the honey off the toast and smeared it on myself. I held Lucy back, with both hands, and just eased her between my legs. The dog must have adored honey, because her big rough, tongue devoured the stuff, and me. I know it sounds horrible, debase and totally perverted but it was a huge turn on, I had never experienced anything like it. This is where it gets even worse. The problem was it didn't last long enough, the honey was gone in seconds. So, I went and got more from the kitchen, I remember it was squeezy honey. in a plastic bottle, and I sat on the edge of my bed and squeezed it, slowly, into my crotch. Lucy must have thought it was a great game because she happily obliged, every time I squeezed, she licked. And, for the very first time, I came, and, boy, did I cum. It was like an explosion going off between my thighs. I'm not completely sure but it seemed to go on and on. It was a good job the house was empty because I just moaned uncontrollably. Afterwards, of course, I felt awful, dirty and ashamed.
I've never done it again, although there has been plenty of opportunities. Tempted, but never dared. Well! I suppose that's a bit of a lie really. You see a few weeks ago I had an interview for a new job, I no longer live with my parents but it was easier to get to the interview from their house, so I stayed the night. I'd showered and was sitting on the bed, in my gown, drying my hair, when Lucy, now a eleven years old, overweight, but still lovable, came plodding in to say hello. Mum was in the kitchen cooking and Dad was doing , what ever Dad's do, in his shed. Lucy sat down in front of me and looked me fully in the eyes. And just for the sheer hell of it I did it. I pulled open my gown and opened my legs. Of course I had no honey to entice her, but I swear to God that she actually looked at my crotch and then, with her head on one side, she looked at me with those big brown eyes and...................and............. .....nothing happened!
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