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To find part 2, Tuesday click here Tina the Jill Russell (Monday) by Isabella Story Code: M/g, Beast This story has been requested in the past but I'm only writing it now because of seeing my daughter playing with a male miniature Jack Russell while on holiday. Amy doesn't have much contact with dogs that haven't been 'Doctored' so it came as a surprise to her when Oscar became very amorous towards her while she was tickling its tummy. Hi, I'm Rebecca, I have a Jill Russell dog called Tina, well, it's really a Jack Russell but she's so cute that calling her Jack just seems sooooooo wrong! I'm twelve years and six months old and this is the first ever holiday that I'm being left to look after myself while my parents are at work. Everyone says that you don't need adult supervision once you reach thirteen so my mother said, "What the hell, it's only six months." Anyway, Tina came into heat just before the holidays so I couldn't take her with me to my grandparents like I'd usually do, they have a full sized and very randy male Jack Russell and he'd bust a gut to get at Tina. My dad went out to work very early on Monday morning and while mother was getting ready for work all hell broke out in our garden, just outside the back door. Tina was being kept in the utility room because of the brown or dark red trail that was leaking out of her because of her condition. Because Tina was my dog, I had to clean up after her; it was also my job to keep an eye out for the change from brown or dark red to lighter red or pink discharge that would be the warning of nine or ten dangerous days when I would have to watch Tina like a hawk. I went into the utility room, Tina was standing against the outside door, through the glass panel I could see Oscar, a small mongrel dog from the house next door, Mr Peterson's dog, most of the year it was safe to let Tina and Oscar play together but for around a month, twice a year, it was essential to keep them apart. I noticed that Tina was 'Flagging' to Oscar through the door. I looked on the floor just behind her, the floor was covered with brownish spots, spots that I would have to clean up carefully with disinfectant or the floor would start to smell, the floor immediately behind Tina had spots that were pinker than dark red or brown. My mother appeared in the doorway behind me, "Drag Tina into the kitchen and close the door, then let Oscar into the utility room and while he's sniffing at the floor slip some stout chord through his collar, be careful that he doesn't bite you, then take him back to Mr Peterson. I wasn't too keen on the idea, I had to clean up after Tina and my mother was just about to leave for work. By the time I got back from taking Oscar home I'd have the kitchen floor as well as the utility room floor to mop and the kitchen was huge, it would take me ages. When I finally dragged Oscar to Mr Peterson's front door and knocked on it, there was no answer. I knew Mr. Peterson had to be around someplace or Oscar wouldn't have been able to escape so I slipped around the back yard. The back door was locked but I could hear sounds from the bottom of the garden. As I was only wearing my nightdress and thin dressing gown, I really wanted to just dump the dog and run back home but if I let Oscar go, he'd beat me back home and I'd just have to start all over again and drag him away again, so I dragged him down the garden instead. Mr Peterson was digging at the bottom of his garden, my mother called out over the fence that she was going and that Tina was back in the utility room again, so I had to be careful when I got home, not to let her escape as I went in. By the time I got down to where Mr. Peterson was working I heard my mother drive away. "Hi Rebecca, where did you find that rascal?" "He was talking to Tina through the back door!" Mr. Peterson looked at his hands, they were thick with mud, "Can you keep a hold on Oscar for me while I finish up here, if you tie him up, he'll just bite through the string and be off again, I guess Tina is on heat again is she?" I nodded my head, I felt very adult that a man was talking to me about that kind of subject, my mother and father often tried to hide things like that from me, even after I started my own periods, they found it very difficult to explain to me what was going on. I sat at Mr. Peterson's picnic table with my back against the table, holding on to Oscar and watching Mr. Peterson work. Oscar spent five minutes sniffing and licking at my legs before he got bored, he jumped up on the bench and then onto the table. I took a tighter hold on the string as I thought Oscar was trying to sneak away from me and get back to Tina. Oscar wasn't trying to slip away though, his front legs suddenly appeared over my shoulder and he was standing with his front legs on my chest and his side was rubbing against my cheek. "Get down Oscar, Rebecca doesn't want to help you out like that!". Oscar was cocking his hind leg over my head and I thought he was about to pee on me, now, I know if he was about to pee on me, I should have run like the wind to get out of the way but instead, I turned my head. Oscar was 'overly excited', his pink, pointy, lipstick was standing out of his sheath about an inch and he had been rubbing it against my cheek, now, because I had turned my head, his lipstick was rubbing against my lips and upward, as he humped the rear of his body, it almost went up my nose. "Get down Oscar, push him off Rebecca, you don't want him practicing on you, do you?" I pushed Oscar off but he was soon back up, climbing up my body, this time, his hind legs were on my chest and his front legs on top of my head and he was thrusting his lower body towards my face, the pointy, pink tip of his cock starting to grow all over again, I just sat there, totally fascinated at what Oscar was doing and the way the tiny pink tip began to grow, as he humped it grew to over two inches long before Mr. Peterson shouted out, "Get down you bad dog," at him. I pushed Oscar off again, I looked over to Mr. Peterson, he was looking at me and smiling, he rested his spade against the fence and looked down at his hands and then at his pocket, his hands both had thick mud on them, "Would you like to help us for a few minutes Rebecca?" I shrugged my shoulder and then nodded my head. "Take a look in my shed, see if you can find any rags for me to wipe my hands on for me." Two minutes later I returned, still dragging Oscar behind me, "No, sorry, I didn't see any." "Come here then, my back door key is in my trouser pocket." I walked over to him and pushed my hand down into his trouser pocket. I fumbled around in his pocket, I felt pencils, strings and nails, then I pushed deeper, I still couldn't feel his key, then, I went too deep, he was wearing running trousers and suddenly I felt something growing between his thigh and his pocket. Because his trousers were so thin, I could actually see his manhood growing up inside his trousers and it was pushing my hand away from his thigh. "You won't get the door open with what you have in your hand there Rebecca." I jumped away slightly and because my hand was still in his pocket, his trousers were pulled away from his waist and what had been in my hand popped momentarily into view down the front of his trousers. My mouth suddenly went very dry and it became very hard to swallow. I snatched my hand out of his pocket and, wrapped around my fingers was some poli-string, used to tie beans against the poles and, hooked in the strands of plastic string was caught the ring attached to the key. "Good girl, now go and open the back door for me." I dragged Oscar to the house and unlocked the back door, "Take him through to the front room for me please Rebecca." I dragged Oscar through into Mr. Peterson's living room, Mr. Peterson followed me after a few seconds, his hands were wet and he was wiping them on an old towel. "You're a good girl, I'm sure you want to help us out with our little problem's here Rebecca!" I just stood in the middle of the room looking at Mr. Peterson, "See that thing on the sideboard, looks like a cushion, can you get it down for Oscar please." The cushion looked like it was made out of horse hide or some other brown animal, very stiff leathery surface but with the short, course hairs all over it, it actually looked like a saddlebag or school satchel but from one end there was a thin black rubber hose connected to a rubber bulb, just like the thing a doctor pumps up to take your blood pressure with, the other end had a much lighter leather panel with a hole in it, it looked much softer, like kid leather. "Right, kneel on the floor for us, point the cushion at Oscar, with the tube pointing at you, make sure you hold onto the thing tightly with your right hand." As I got into position, I noticed that the end closest to me said, 'Ein Hund der beste Freund!' "What does this mean Mr. Peterson?" "It's German, roughly translated, it means 'A dog's best friend', I have to get it out for Oscar twice a year, whenever Tina gets her season." As soon as Oscar saw the cushion on the floor, he was on it in a flash; he began to hump against the soft leather end while I held on to it tightly. Mr. Peterson pulled his armchair around so that it was at the side of the cushion; he looked between Oscar and the cushion, "Good, good boy Oscar, right Rebecca, just give the rubber bulb one squeeze please." Oscar was humping the cushion with great gusto, "Pump the bulb again, just one pump." I did, it was difficult to keep hold of the cushion with one hand while I was pumping the bulb as Oscar was humping the cushion so hard. "Right Rebecca, six good hard pumps on the bulb." After the fourth squeeze of the rubber bulb Oscar began to slow his humping down, after the sixth pump Oscar stopped humping all together, there was just an occasional hump or jerk, while I had been pumping the bulb and concentrating on what Oscar was doing, Mr. Peterson had been rubbing his hand over my bottom, at first over the top of my dressing gown but as Oscar slowed down, my dressing gown had been flipped over my back and now I could feel Mr. Peterson's warm hand through the very thin cotton of my nighty. As his hand slipped over the roundness of my bottom, I looked over to him, he smiled at me and then he pulled the back of my nighty up a little, "Hold on to the pillow with both hands, Oscar will try and dismount from the cushion any second." Oscar was pulling away from the cushion, or trying to pull away from the cushion but he was fixed solidly into the cushion by his cock, "Press the release button on the tube now Rebecca." As I pressed the button and the sound of air rushing out of the rubber tube swirled around me, Mr Peterson's hand was on my bare bottom and as he rubbed with one hand, he pulled the back of my nighty further along my back with the other hand. Oscar pulled his cock out of the soft, leather hole in the end of the cushion, it was easily six inches long to a huge ball that looked like testicles glued to the base of his cock. He ran away and curled up in the corner of the room on his bed and began to lick his swollen cock. I looked at the end of the cushion that Oscar had been 'using' and a stream of thin liquid began to run out of the hole in the soft leather end. "Well Rebecca, you've helped Oscar with his little problem, any chance of helping me out in a similar way?" Once again, my mouth became totally dry and I couldn't swallow, I just knelt on the floor in front of him, still holding on to the dog's cushion. "I've used that in the past but as you're here I thought you might want to help me out a little more than just holding a cushion while I hump into it." The fingers of his left hand began to slip down between my bum cheeks and he held out his right hand to me, I eventually placed my right hand in his and he eased me around until I was facing him, then he placed my hand on top of his cock through his trousers. "It's up to you, you can just rub me off through my trousers, messy, very messy or you could pull the front of my trousers down and rub me off out in the open, still messy but not as messy as inside my trousers." I took a hold of his cock through his trousers and began to rub, "I was hoping that you'd want to see it as it shoots off." I pulled the front of his trousers down and gasped at seeing the full size of Mr Peterson's cock. As I began to stroke his cock again, I was eased around and over the arm of the seat. "It's a pity you didn't have any panties on, I like to keep little girl's knickers as trophies." While I lay, bent over the arm of the comfortable chair, using both hands to massage his cock, he slipped his hand over my bottom again, this time, reaching further around and he rubbed my lower lips and my pleasure button. I had touched myself like that many times over the past two years but doing it myself felt nothing at all like it felt when he did it. He was using his left hand to masturbate me and I quickly ran through a dozen or more orgasms, then his right hand pressed down on the back of my head, he pulled my face down until my lips were just a few millimetres away from his cock, suddenly he exploded all over my face, plastering my eyes, nose, mouth and chin in his semen. My hands quickly left his cock and headed to my face to clean the gloop away, "No, don't waste it, Oscar loves eating my cream." He whistled to Oscar and he held me with my face just over the tip of his cock, Oscar jumped onto his knee and began to lick my face voraciously, and once all of his master's seed was cleaned from my face, Oscar licked his master's cock clean too. "Let him clean your hands too." I offered Oscar both of my hands to clean, quite a bit of the semen had spilt over my hands when Mr. Peterson fired off into my face. "You better run along home now in case your mother or father ring up, take a shower or a bath when you get there or you'll be sticky all day. If you want to do a little bit more tomorrow, come round as soon as your mother leaves for work and we can take the next step." I tried to ask a question but although my lips moved my throat was too dry for my words to get out, I coughed slightly to clear my throat and tried again, "What do you mean by 'the next step' exactly?" Mr. Peterson paused for a full two minutes, then he said, "Well, I was thinking that tomorrow, you could try putting Oscar's cock in your mouth before you wank me off again, then, if you still want to learn more, the day after that, you can suck my cock while Oscar licks between your legs." There was another long pause, "On Thursday, if you come back again, I'll get Oscar to fuck you and on Friday, if you want, I'll fuck you!" There must have been a very shocked look on my face, "Well, we only have a week at half term and you'll be back at school next Monday, pity you had to go to your grandparent's house in the summer holidays, I could have eased you into sex over a much longer period of time." I ran back home, still panting from the excitement of Mr. Peterson's masturbation and the things he said he would do to me or make me do if I went back on Tuesday, he had stopped me at his back door and told me not to get dressed before I visited him the next day as it would save time if I was just in my nighty. I ran through the back door of my house just as the phone rang. In my haste to answer the phone I almost allowed Tina to slip out of the house between my legs. The phone call was from my mother, just checking up on me, fifteen minutes later, my father phoned and that was how it went all day, one or the other of my parents ringing me randomly just to make sure I was still okay. I realised that Mr Peterson had guessed that my parents would probably use the telephone company as a cheap alternative to a babysitter and that the only window of opportunity for mischief was while my parents were on the drive into work, an hour in my mother's case and close to two hours for my father, my sexual education in my next door neighbour's house would have to take place between eight and nine a.m. over the next four days of my school holiday. 3,164 Words.
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