Unknown: Bea_s pony

I sat down in a chair. It was a warm day, but cool in the house. Evidently the central air conditioning was still connected. I stood up again to remove the coat I was wearing.

"He may do some strange things," Helen was saying, still flushing. Her eyes were curiously avoiding mine. "Just make him mind. He'll stop." She looked about the living room. "Well," she said, changing the subject, "let's get you settled. I'll get your bag." She got up from the sofa, and walked over to a doorway off the living room. "First, I'll show you your room."

I rose and followed her into a short halfway that led first to a small sewing room on the right. The second door on the right was a bedroom. Across the hall from it was a half bath.

"You'll have to bathe upstairs, Sis, but there's a john here and a sink," she said, turning on the light in the bathroom.

"Okay by me," I said. The small bedroom looked quite cozy. It held a double bed, a night table beside it, and a small chest of drawers. There was a full length mirror on the inside of the closet door. I flopped on the bed while Helen got my bag.

I lay there thinking how nice it was to be waited on for a change, and it was true. I had always allowed my older sister to wait on me ever since I could remember. I had missed the attention since she had moved to Texas, and it came to me lying there just how much.

"Here we are," she said, coming in with my grip. She set it down and came over to the bed, seating herself on the edge. "I'm so glad to see you, Bea." She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Her breath smelled so clean. Her eyes were misty, and I wanted to reach up and embrace her.

"I keep hoping you'll move back to New York," I said wistfully.

The thought struck her as a remote one. "Perhaps," she said after a moment. She patted me on the thigh. "I'll let you relax now. Take a nap, sweetie. I'll get some dinner going, and we'll have a long chat when you wake up." She rose, adjusting the belt on her dress.

Feeling the belt at both sides of her waist, she took in a deep breath, and I was given visual reminder of the amplitude of her breasts. Helen's development there had always been a source of envy while we were growing up.

I remembered back when I was only just beginning to show there myself, watching her take baths, and later begging my mother to tell me if mine were going to be that big when I was in high school.

My own breasts had never quite made it, not to the extent of Helen's anyway, and I felt a twinge as some of the original feeling of disappointment came over me.

She left, closing the door behind her, and I sat up to take off my shoes. My feet and legs were tired. I reached up under my skirt and pulled the panty hose down over my legs. The cooled air in the room felt good on my bare legs, and I walked around the room letting it play over them.

I took off the dress and hung it in the closet, looking at myself in the mirror. A full length mirror was something of a treat as I did not have one at home, and I gazed at the full figure before me as if for the first time.

Reaching behind me with both hands I unclasped the bra and allowed my breasts their full freedom. They were big enough, I supposed. Some slight amount of curve on both sides did protrude beyond the line of my rib cage when they were viewed from the front, which was more than some girls could say.

I still had a waistline, too. At twenty-eight I didn't need to wear a girdle yet. I turned sideways at the mirror and ran my flattened palm down my tummy. Perfect, I thought.

Running my hand down inside my panties, I scratched at the matted hair. Farther down it felt a little sweaty, so I removed the panties and went back to the bed. I lay down on my back with legs spread and my knees up in the air, letting it all air out.

It itched down there, and absently I ran a finger down along the lips slightly parting them. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I was dreaming.

Something was happening to me down there. It felt warm and wet. I was conscious of the strangest movements as if a dozen fragile fingertips were playing upon it with just the right amount of pressure. At the same time it was throbbing wildly, and I knew I was going to have an orgasm.

I guess I began to gasp in my sleep for I was conscious of making sounds. The feeling was building in intensity to the point where I had to wake up, which I did suddenly with a start, and before I had reached a climax.

It took me a few seconds to realize what had been happening. I noticed Clyde right away, his feet up on the foot of the bed, his tongue hanging out, but I could not associate the dog immediately with what had brought me almost to the point of coming. My vulva was aflame and tingling madly.

Clyde cocked his head to one side, closed his mouth briefly, and stretched his head forward into my crotch. Instantly I knew what he had been doing and got up quickly onto my knees.

"Clyde, you old rascal," I said, grabbing him by the scruff around his ears with both hands. "You devil, you. What do you think you're doing?"

He licked forward at my face greedily. I noticed his pink thing had begun to come out of its sheath, and he was humping slightly at the end of the bed.

Good heavens, I thought. He means to do me as if I were some bitch in heat. Is it possible? The thought of the big furry collie doing it to me raced through my brain. I was already hot. Dare I get down on the floor on all fours and see if he would?

The thought just about drove me wild. I had to fight the feeling off. What if Helen should walk in? What on earth would I say to her?

I tried hard to think of the utter preposterousness of the whole idea in order to bring me back to my senses. It occurred to me that if I got my clothes back on, it might help me recover my sanity.

I jumped off the bed. My panties were lying on the floor. Clyde was already up on his hind feet pawing at my thighs as I kept turning to keep him in front of me, but I had to kneel down slightly in order to reach for the panties. He was on top of me in an instant, humping away instinctively. I was up in a second.

"Down, Clyde!" I commanded. "Down!"

Somehow I managed to put my panties on and was struggling with the bra when Helen walked into the room.

"Clyde!" she screamed. "Out of this room, out of this room, right now." She pointed to the door while literally glaring at him. Clyde left the room obediently. She must have noticed then the pink streaks his claws had made. "Oh, Bea," she said. "It's all my fault. I should have kept him in the basement."

She came up to me and carefully stroked the thin markings with her gentle fingers, and we both sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I had better tell you about Clyde," she began.

"What's happened to him?" I asked, still bewildered. "Do you know, I think he wanted to have intercourse with me."

She held my left hand in her lap. "Bea, dear," she went on, "I have always told you most everything about my private life." She blushed. "I suppose this is really no different than a lot of things, but it may seem," She hesitated. "It may seem, well, unnatural to you when I tell you."

"Go on, Sis," I urged her.

"It all started after we moved here from New Jersey. Jack was home that whole month while we were getting settled, and Clyde, well, I was a little worried about him at first. He moped around for weeks, didn't seem to have an appetite. I just assumed he was going through a period of adjustment.

"Well, Jack finally was sent out of town, and I was left here alone for the first time, with Clyde of course. Clyde seemed to change immediately followed me around the house, everywhere, even upstairs which he never did before.

"It got to be he was making me a nervous wreck. When I would turn suddenly in the middle of the room, I would almost trip over him, he was hugging that close behind me.