She turned onto her stomach, her bottom in the air as mine had been. I bounded in a doggie fashion behind her as she watched me. Using a paw, I scratched at the side of her calf until she spread her legs wide. Then I moved between her calves, craning my snout up until my long tongue could make contact with her clit, licking all the way back between her legs.
As a startled moan escaped her lips, she buried her mouth in the pillow. I watched her swelled nipples brush across the rough bedspread as I licked her dripping pussy over and over until she squealed into the pillow with her orgasm.
But I didn't stop. I thought I knew what she wanted to know and pressed my wet nose into the crack of her ass. As a dog instinct, this was much nicer than some I'd enjoyed thoroughly in the past.
I licked, shaping and probing my tongue until another massive orgasm racked her body. And still I didn't stop. Now I was going to give her something and myself at the same time.
I wrapped my paws around her ribcage and took wild stabs at her pussy with my wet and extended dick, cleared of the husk that normally covered it. I pumped a dozen times, feeling her have another, still greater orgasm, screaming into the pillow.
Then I moved a little further back and plunged erratically at her lifted rear again until I finally felt my slickened penis slide into her ass. That straightened her up with a wild gasp for air. I hoped she would smother the sounds I knew she was about to make. I pressed harder into her until I found myself all the way in, my hairy front against her buttocks.
As I pumped, I felt my knob rise, the dog device that holds a male inside the female until copulation is complete and successful. Minni fell back into the pillow, stuffing the muffling material into her mouth as I swelled in her ass, pumping and panting so fast a man could not compete.
My come shot into her opening powerfully as my knob locked me in place. She was still screaming and orgasming over and over, one connected to the last.
Feeling the instinctual panic of being locked, helpless, in this position, I started pulling and twisting uncomfortably over and over, listening to Minni's continued climaxes. Finally, the swelling decreased and I freed myself.
Now I went back to licking her, cleaning myself from her openings. Cleaning her flowing come from her pussy and thighs. It tasted wonderful as I lapped at her. Her climaxes still hadn't abated. But now they subsided. Their severity lessened with each convulsion until her legs and bottom only quivered with tension and release.
I moved back beside her and changed. As Sue, I pulled her over onto her side, my arms around her from behind, hugging her.
"Now we need another shower," I panted.
"Mmm hmm," she hummed.
"Did you like that?"
"Mmm hmmmmm!" she hummed.
I don't know how long we slept before we heard a soft knock on the door. "Girls? Dinner in about half an hour."
"Okay, mom," Minni said sleepily.
I'd rarely felt so wonderful as I rolled away from her and walked to the bathroom, slipping into the shower again and holding my dry hair up so it wouldn't get wet again. As I stepped out to dry, her glassy, shining eyes looked up at me from her position on the toilet.
"There must be a gallon in here," she said with a satisfied grin. "I thought I might like being licked there again but…" She sighed heavily and licked her dry lips.
I grinned and went into the other room and combed out my long blond hair, listening to the running water. Then she came back into the room.
We both stepped into tiny, hip hugging skirts and dropped tanktops over our heads before going out to the kitchen.
Phil popped out of his seat like a piece of bread from a toaster, dark circles under his eyes and concern showing in them.
"How's my baby?" he said, enfolding her in his arms.
"I'm fine now, daddy," she said. "Sue helped me. I know I'm fine now."
He held his arm out to encompass me then, pulling me to him as well, Minni and I looking at each other from two inches apart, our heads on his chest.
"What would I do without you two?" he said. "Those sons-of-bitches
…"
"Don't talk about them, daddy. I don't even want to think about them ever again."
"Sure, honey," he said, kissing her on the top of the head. "Hungry?"
"Starved!" we both said.
"You're okay now, sis?" Billy said as Phil released us and we turned to the table.
She smiled. "Yeah."
"Then let's wrestle after dinner. Okay?" Marshall said brightly.
"Naw," she said, frowning a little. Both boys looked downcast. "I'd just beat you too bad." Their heads came up as one, smiles spreading.
"Oh, yeah? How much you want to bet?"
"How about a thousand dollars?" she said.
"I'll bet a thousand thousand," Marshall said. It was all right now.
Chapter 14
Though I had done it before in different, and probably much more demanding, circumstances, walking into the home room class the first day was terrible. I didn't know where I was going but, I quickly found, few other people did either, even if they had attended the year before and knew the school.
My flared blue skirt and blouse with the moderate white heels seemed to fit right in with the other girls' clothes. I was still embarrassed by the attention I got from both the girls (a mixture of interest and jealousy) and the boys (unrestrained youthful lust).
We listened to announcements on the intercom system almost the first thing, the principal announcing an assembly for the next day and welcoming everyone to the school with wishes for a "great" year.
The class hushed as the teacher gave us an outline of the English class and told us about the heavy writing load expected. The book was over 500 pages long and, he said, would consume much of our time for the year. Discussion was graded high priority.
He assigned lockers in the hallway outside the room and dismissed us.
The bell rang and I asked one of the girls where the biology rooms were. Becky led me to the hallway, turning into a chemistry room as I went down the hallway to the right number. This was a repeat of the English class with another book and demands for a great deal of work.
History was next with a pile of small books instead of one extremely large one. I was surprised when a hand touched my shoulder.
"Hi," Will said from beside me. "Are you a senior?"
"Yeah. Hi."
"You looked younger."
I held up my finger in front of my lips. "Don't tell." He grinned.
The teacher was very gruff and businesslike. Again he told of multiple major papers and weekly tests including current affairs.
Will walked with me to my locker to deposit the books I'd collected and barely balanced now. Then he led me to the lunchroom. The food wasn't anything special but it was filling. We sat in the sunlight in the courtyard nearby after we finished.
"Where are you going next?" he asked.
"Psychology. Room 220."
"Really? Me too. When the bell rings, I'll walk with you." I smiled. It was nice to have a friend to help you in a new place.
We compared schedules then and found that he had zoology instead of biology. He had English the second period. He and I were together again for Calculus after psychology. And he had Latin instead of French.
"Did you finish the book?" I asked.
"Yeah, last night."
"What did you think?" I knew what I thought. It was overly romanticized, it dealt only with humans leaving out the rest of the world, and it gave the characters almost no credit for learning anything in all their past lives. It also demanded there would be several of them instead of just a single unique individual like me.
"It was a little limited, I thought."
"Limited?"
"Sure. If you could change into anybody, you should be able to change into anything as well. Why not? You'd learn a lot more from being another animal than from just being another person. Right?"
"That's what I thought, too," I said with a smile. He was good. Smart.