Horst Kepple - Dog Lover_s Diary

The Baxters promised to keep in touch with me and send me photos and things. Wally said after I graduated high school he could help me get a job modeling in Hollywood. He said that I had a perfect ingenue face and figure. My Mom's ears really perked up at the mention of Hollywood… if the dear thing only knew!

May 31, 1968 Dear Diary: I feel kind of guilty about not having written in you for so long. I think the guilt was actually keeping me from picking you up.

Anyway, I made up my mind that the time spaces between the entries don't matter… when I have some to write, I'll write it. Right? Right.

I certainly do have something to write about today. Last night I went to a slumber party over at Jane Hawser's house.

Yeah, I know, I wrote all those catty things about her before and made out like she was the worst enemy I had in the world, but…

I guess I was kind of jealous of the way the other girls clustered around her, like she was a princess or something. And they'd all known her since grammar school and, as a newcomer, I didn't think I stood a chance of breaking through the ice and being her friend.

It probably never would've happened if by accident we hadn't been seated across from each other in Mr. Langevin's California History class.

Things just naturally got warmer between us and by the end of the term I was one of Jane's biggest fans.

She was a real smart girl, pretty and smart. But she had the kind of prematurely shapely body and cute, round face that would go to seed after her glands got going. She was blonde, with china blue eyes, nice, firm titties, a high waist and plump ass. Like I said, she wasn't stupid, so she knew her nubile good looks were going to fade along with her teens… just like her Mom's had done. She was determined to make the best of her "good years," as she called them. By best, she meant getting in all the hot sex she could manage with as many handsome boys as she could interest. She had her pick of the crop, actually, and from the things she said and wrote in her diary she worked them over pretty good.

My Mom thought my friendship with Jane was the best thing that had happened to me since the training bra had come off. She wanted me to be "popular" just like Jane. Of course, she hadn't the faintest idea what kind of nitty gritty pussy shaking and cock sucking it took to keep a half dozen teenage boys on a string. In her heyday, all she had to do was let Buster cop a little feel, some boob-in-bra, or a touch of thigh, and she had him cold… or, actually, hot. Well, you couldn't explain something like that to your mother, for Christ's sake.

So, when Jane invited me to a slumber party at her folks' house, my Mom was all for it. Of course, I didn't mention that Jane's folks were going to be away for the night, or that Jane, liberated female that she was, had invited Merrilee Bozwell, the first coloured person to ever attend Langousta High School. Not that my Mom was prejudiced or anything like that… she was a stone-ass bigot.

I'd never been to Jane's house before, so I was kind of nervous about being clumsy, knocking things over, stuff like that. I wasn't nervous about Merrilee. We'd met the first day she came to school and liked each other right off. She had a great smile and a beautiful brown body that would not quit. She walked like a cat, long legs, firm, heart-shaped ass, and a pair of tits that turned up, jutting at an incredibly tasty angle like a couple of Hershey's kisses.

Pop let me off at the door and before he drove away he told me to be a good girl. I intended to be very, very good. When I knocked on the door, I got my first big surprise of the evening. A dog barked on the other side of the door. A big dog. His voice was low and powerful, confident.

It made my cunt tingle.

It'd been quite awhile since I'd had any dog dick inside me, long enough so the mere thought of it set my pussy juicing.

The door opened and Jane was standing there in a sexy little pink shorty nightie. It was completely transparent and I could see her dark red nipples brushing against the fabric. She wore matching panties but they, too, were see-through. I never realised she had so much curly hair on her pussy!

"Come on in, Polly," she said, smiling at the way I was gawking at her twat. "We sort of started without you."

I followed her inside, wondering where the dog was. I didn't, have long to wonder. He was sitting at attention right by the entrance to the front hallway. He was a big, sleek, black Doberman with devil ears and a finely chiseled muzzle, touches of rust at his eyebrows and under his brown eyes. He was the scariest dog I think I'd ever seen. Something about the way his muscles quivered under the short, silky coat, like he was barely in control of himself, barely able to contain the violence he craved to do to every living thing in sight. He was like a time-bomb sitting there on the shag carpet.

"Hey, don't you like dogs?" Jane asked with a smirk. She leaned down and petted-pounded, really-on the dog's huge sloping skull. His jaws opened, tongue falling out, drooling as he grinned, his devil ears going flat against his head.

"Sure, I love dogs," I said, letting the inbred nitwit sniff the back of my hand. His little pig eyes blinked and then he gave my hand a big wet slurp. His large, fan-like tongue slavering over my fingers sent a flurry of thrills racing to the fork of my legs. "Nice doggy," I said.

"Hey, he likes you!" she exclaimed, pointing down under his shiny black belly at the inky pod that dangled there. Inky pod and lewdly arching hot pink prick.

I must've blushed all over. Jane started laughing that husky laugh of hers and her titties jiggled under the nightie. Then she said the others were waiting and took me by the arm and the dog by the choke collar and led us into the Hawser's sunken living room.

It was super-posh with a fireplace and deep shag rug, lots of pillows and things on the floor.

I was a little surprised to see that "the others" were only two.

Merrilee Bozwell, of course, and Judy Sternovsky, a tall, willowy red head with the palest, freckled skin I'd ever seen. I was also surprised to see what they were doing… to each other.

Merrilee was laying on the rug on her back, completely nude, her silky thighs spread far apart. Kneeling over her, on all fours, was a stark naked Judy, whose long red hair had fallen down over her face, whose face was buried in the Brillo pad of Merrilee's snatch. Judy's skin was a mind-boggling contrast to Merrilee's. The white chick was eating pussy like a champ, too. I could see her pale pink tongue dipping in between the kinky fuzz-covered, chocolate lips of Merrilee's pussy, sliding right up her cunt. Her boobs were bigger than I'd thought, and they swung about lazily as she gobbled black cunt. Merrilee wasn't just laying there, either. Judy's firm buns were right over her brown face and she was holding them apart with her long fingers, lifting her head from the rug, snaking her red tongue slip into the hot slot surrounded by copper-coloured pubes. I could see her button nose bumping into the pale puckered hole of Judy's ass.

"See… we started without you," Jane said, grinning.

The sounds, as well as the sights, in the living room were real exciting. The two cunt-sucking teenagers had long since forgotten their table manners. It was wet and sloppy, with much lip smacking and cunt farting.

"Why don't you take your clothes off and get comfortable?" my hostess asked, her blue eyes roving over my body, making my skin prickle.

The wonderful-nasty stink of cunts-in-heat overpowered the wood smoke smell of the fire raging in the fireplace. My cheeks burned like kindling. When I spoke, it was only with the greatest difficulty. "You do it," I said, moving closer to Jane.