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Alright, I took a bit of a break but then I got started again on the next bit. Like the last two bits, I haven't yet completely finished it, so be sure to CHECK THE THREAD for when I post the last bit. I know what's going to happen, I just haven't had time to write it all out yet.For reference, click here for chapter 2 if you haven't read it.Written by Arcnay----------------------This is the third chapter of the story I'm just creating as I go along. This one's called 'Saturday'. Chapter two happened on a friday, so this is the next day. Ann comes over after a hard week at work...=======================================Peter had awoken with a grin on his face. Indeed, it seemed now likely to be a permanent feature of his face. It seemed he was going to spend his weekend smiling.He sat up and realised Bubbles wasn't in the room. A yawn grasped him as he was looking around the room. As his vision returned somewhat and the yawn subsided, he noticed a familiar shape moving towards him. His vision wasn't clear. Unsure of what the coloured blotch wanted, he watched as it hovered towards him. Before he could blink and confirm what the mysterious shape was, it licked his face. Peter burst out laughing as he realised how puzzled he'd been by what he now knew was obviously Bubbles."Good morning. I bet you were trying to get into the fridge again. C'mere dog," he said with a nod. Bubbles walked right up beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big, loving hug. As he unwrapped himself from the dog, his stomach rumbled. He regarded his stomach with a mocking frown, "I think this needs urgent attention." With a mocking nod of self-assurance, he set course for the kitchen....Before he could finish whisking the last lumps out of the pancake batter, he heard a familiar sound. A car (with a knock in the engine) slowed down, the cheap brakes pads squealed and the worn suspension farted as Ann pulled into the driveway. Peter walked to the front door and opened it for Ann, then returned to his whisking duties. He'd just frowned the last of the lumps out when he heard the screen door open. He said non-chalantly, "In the kitchen.""Ugh, that sucked. Sometimes I wonder why I do it," groaned Ann."Pancakes?""A couple of small ones, I'm not that hungry." She reached over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as he started to cook."All-nighter?""Yeah," replied Ann, accustomed to Peter's short responses and his habit of jumping between topics without warning. "The magazine had to go out and some of the clients left it to the last minute again. AGAIN. We all worked from Thursday morning to Friday lunchtime. The computer guy and I stayed on for another few hours until the last of the printing issues were sorted. I went straight home and slept for nearly 12 hours.""Sounds like the usual. One day you'll look back and wish you were still young enough to stay up all night.""Yeah, thanks. That's reassuring. Ass.""Three? Syrup's on the table."Though she'd rested, she was still mentally worn out. Ann grunted in acknowledgement and shuffled to the table with her pancakes. Peter poured some more of the batter into the pan and left it to cook while he sorted out some food for Bubbles. Bubbles' psychic food detection abilities were as keen as ever, and she was standing next to Peter before he'd even put his hand into the bag of dog food. He set her food bowl down just a little more ceremoniously than usual....Ann had washed up the dishes while Peter had been fighting with his gargantuan stack of pancakes. The eventual victor handed his plate to the dish-washing maid when he'd finished, then quickly cleared the table.They retreated to the lounge room. Out of both habit and comfort, Ann always went straight for the recliner and Peter preferred the sofa. He sat with his legs beside him, spending little time getting comfortable before turning on the TV for background noise. Bubbles took the chance to jump up and entangle herself with Peter's legs."So..." Peter said, as he often did when he had something on his mind but was struggling for the right way to phrase a question. "Had you given any more thought to what happened when you were here last?"Ann seemed as if she hadn't heard the question. After a small delay, she moved her head slightly as she too searched for what she wanted to say. "Well, yes and no. I thought about it a little, and I know it was wrong, but...""But?" Peter questioned."But....I'm not sure why exactly it's wrong. It's not like I forced her to do anything. Neither did you for that matter. Hell, SHE snuck up on ME." Ann frowned in consternation for a moment. The she mused, "So if there isn't anything wrong with it, why is it wrong?"Peter knew it was a rhetorical question, but took the opportunity to reply. "I suppose it's a social stigma. It's against the law, but so was oral sex at the time when the beastiality law was made. I can assure you Bubbles quite enjoyed it too." Ann frowned some more....Peter needed to shower, so he left Ann to think to herself for a while. He needed a shave, and decided to take the opportunity to catch up on a few small items of personal grooming. He knew this would give Ann a good 20 minutes on her own, after which he was sure she'd have passed her vexation. The hot water felt particularly wholesome and refreshing this morning, so he did not hurry.Meanwhile, Ann was sitting in her chair staring through the TV. She was a fairly accepting person, but had been brought up by a very orthodox family. Try as she might, she had trouble looking at things with the same unjudging objectivity that Peter had. Still, she knew what he'd said only moments earlier was quite true. Ann was sure he'd been thinking straight, not with his penis (as some men are prone to do). She decided it would take more time to really sink in, and resolved not to think about it for a while."You're a worry, dog," Ann said to Bubbles. On hearing the word 'dog', Bubbles stood up, wagged her tail and walked over to Ann. The dog sat at her feet and rested her head on Ann's right leg, still wagging her tail. "Aww, how can I resist a request like that?" swooned Ann as she scratched the dog's head.Bubbles did quite enjoy the attention, but she had other things in mind. Not only did she remember the taste when she was last in the situation, but she was also smart enough to know how much Ann had enjoyed it. If there's anything that she enjoyed, it was pleasing her owner and his human mate. So she stood up, moved forward slightly and pressed her nose into Ann's crotch.It goes without saying that this took Ann by surprise. She recoiled back into the seat and crossed her legs. Bubbles took half a step back and looked straight at Ann with her most playful face. The dog was wagging her tail so hard that her hips moved side to side. Ann was thinking rapidly to herself, debating whether it was right or wrong to do what Bubbles had proposed. The seed of lust was already planted though, and the outcome was inevitable.Trying to maintain the appearance of being casual, she walked around the room and closed the curtains. She walked past the front door and closed it, making sure it was locked. As she passed the sofa, she could hear Peter was still shaving. He'd be atleast another 10 or 15 minutes in the bathroom yet. Assured that she had privacy, she began to remove her jeans. Bubbles, who had been following her around the whole time, wagged her tail even more intently.After she'd extricated herself from her jeans and removed her shoes, she nervously started to pull down her panties. With her attention consumed on her own internal debating, she completely failed to notice where the dog had moved to. As she pushed her panties down over her knees she was startled by a very cold and wet nose between her upper thighs. She nearly leapt from one side of the room to the other in surprise. She couldn't help but smile and giggle as she moved back to the recliner to get comfortable.Ann sat on the edge of the recliner, then lay back and spread her legs to steady herself. The dog enthusiastically had a quick sniff, then right away began licking. Firstly around her inner thighs and around Ann's labia. Logically the dog was licking the salty sweat from her skin, but Ann couldn't help but wonder if Bubbles knew she was teasing.It didn't take long before Ann became rather excited. As her body started to produce its natural lubrication, the dog's keen sense of smell caught onto it. With only a moment's pause, the dog was licking Ann's labia in long strokes of her tongue from bottom to top. Bubbles' tongue only made Ann more excited, causing her to produce more of her juices, which in turn made the dog lick harder. Every time she licked harder, her tongue rubbed against more of the inside of Ann's labia.After another minute, the dog's stroke increased just enough to rub against Ann's clitoris. She had been concentrating of the sensation against the inside of her, and was caught off guard. The first time, she gasped loudly. Her lungs now full of air, she squeaked the next few times until she eventually settled into a quiet rhythm of moaning quietly. Ceaselessly and remorselessly, Bubbles continued to lap up Ann's lubrication, from her perineum all the way up to her clitoris. The stimulation of her large tongue was enough to bring Ann to the point of climax in little more than another minute.As she tensed her body in anticipation of orgasm, Bubbles stopped her ministrations and moved her head back a little. Curiously the dog sniffed at the vagina in front of her. Just as ann began to look forlorn, Bubbles moved forward once more and pushed the entire length of her tongue inside of Ann."Holy Jesus!" Ann exclaimed in a strangely masculine mix of shock and pleasure. Once more, she'd been completely unprepared for what had happened. Being as close to climax as she was though, this quickly left her mind. On only the third such penetration of Bubbles' tongue she was pushed over the edge. A quick but intense wave of pleasure ran through her body, but quickly began to subside. She wasn't so sensitive that being licked was unpleasant, so she allowed Bubbles to continue as she saw fit.As she writhed on the chair to get a little more comfortable, she noticed Peter standing in the hallway. She realised she hadn't heard the shower running, though she could see he'd clearly already finished shaving his beard. He had only wrapped a towel around himself when he came to investigate the noise, and it did nothing to hide the erection he now sported...
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