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To find part 1, Monday click here Tina the Jill Russell (Tuesday) by Isabella Story Code: MM/g, Beast I was in a very confused state all day on Monday, the postman came and rang the front door bell and even though I knew it was him, my parents dire warnings rang in my head louder than the bell, "Don't answer the front door to anyone, even if you know who it is and never tell anyone that we've left you home alone all day, not even your grandparents." I'm not sure where my grandparents thought I might be all week and anyway, they were too far away to pop around on a speculative visit, oh, of course, they might just ring, I had to answer the phone, the 'Ma Bell' babysitting service as the yanks would call it. At four thirty my mother called and told me that she was on her way home, suddenly I had to shake myself out of my fog of memories, thinking over and over again what I had done that morning in the house next door and what my neighbour had told me we would do over the rest of my school holidays early mornings. I had been in such a fog of confusion that I hadn't cleaned the kitchen floor or the utility floor, I hadn't taken Tina into the garden to make her toilet; I hadn't even had any breakfast or lunch. I quickly checked the kitchen floor, Tina had stood just behind the door into the utility room, so there were just a few dried red spots there, that would at least save me mopping the whole of the kitchen floor. I did have to mop the utility room floor but at least that was a very small area. I moped very quickly and as the floor dried I took Tina out on her leash into the back garden with a dustpan to pick up after her. It took a while for her to empty her bladder and then to do her poo! I scooped it quickly and dropped it into the dustbin, then I swirled the dustpan in what was left of the disinfectant rich water I had mopped the floor with. When my mother got home, she checked around and couldn't find much to complain about, no mess anywhere, but that didn't surprise me much as I hadn't done anything all day to make a mess. I was asked what I had eaten for my breakfast and lunch; I lied and said that I had eaten toast for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch. I handed her the card that the postman had left when I hadn't answered the door earlier, she was a little pissed about that but she remembered that I had been told not to answer the door to anyone, even if I knew who it was. Dinner was cooked in time for my father's return from the city, we ate in the dining room as usual, mum and dad talking about everything they had done throughout the day, if I had been at school, this would be the time that I would have been interrogated about what I had done all day. After dinner I washed the dishes before joining my parents in the living room. No TV of course, we sat around chatting for an hour and at eight thirty I decided that I had been 'sociable' with my parents for long enough and I went to my bedroom to 'read' for an hour before going to sleep. I had been treading on eggshells all evening anyway in case I let anything slip about what had happened in my first hour of looking after myself. It was especially difficult when my mother said to my father, "John's dammed dog broke through the fence again and stood for fifteen minutes barking at Tina through the door and she was signalling that she is ready to mate so we'll be fighting local dogs off for the next fortnight." I almost asked who John was but then I realised that she was talking about Oscar, so John must be Mr. Peterson's first name. Once in my bedroom, I just sat there trying to work out if I was going over to John's house at eight o'clock in the morning or if I was going to be sensible and stay at home. I was torn between not wanting to abuse my parent's trust in me and the fact that in just one hour, I had been given more pleasure and had more fun than in my life to that date. When I finally took my shower and changed for bed, I actually picked out my most sexy nighty from my draw, not that I actually had any really sexy clothing but I did own one chiffon nighty, in a moment of weakness, my mother had acceded to my demands while we were out shopping and she had let me pick quite an adult nighty in the shop when we were supposed to be buying proper school knickers. I left my room and headed for the stairs to kiss my parents good night but on the top step I faltered, I returned to my room and slipped my dressing gown on over my silky nighty. After a quick kiss and a wish for a good night's sleep exchanged between us I returned to my room, I turned out the light and slipped into bed but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned all night, I just couldn't get the image of John's cock out of my head, that, and the sight of Oscar humping into the, well it could only really be described as a rubber love doll designed especially for dogs. All of that in my head and, the promise of yet more to come, if John was going to be true to his word, if I went over to him at eight o'clock in the morning, he would get me to suck his dog's cock and maybe a little more too. I heard my parents come to bed at eleven o'clock, they stopped outside my door, pushed it open a little and whispered my name, I ignored my mother's whisper, there was only one reason I ignored her, that was because I didn't want a big discussion as to why I wasn't asleep, so I pretended to be soundly sleeping. My father closed my bedroom door totally; I usually slept all night with my door open an inch or two and over a year, I probably found it closed just four or five times. Even through a closed door I could still hear my mother and father whispering to each other, "I'm sure she sleeping well enough." "Well, if you try to quieten your climax down a little we'll risk it." Then, I witnessed, second hand of course, my parent's lovemaking for the first time ever. That's not to say the first time they made love, I'm living proof that they had done the deed at least once in the past, about one hundred and sixty months earlier in my case. What I meant was, for the first time in my life I was awake when they did it. Even with a passageway between us, what I heard left little to the imagination and from what I heard, my mother got a ton of pleasure from whatever it was that my father was doing to her. I don't think I slept for more than thirty minutes all night and as soon as my dad got up, I was awake and pacing back and forth in my room. I watched from my bedroom window as my father drove off of the driveway, checked my bedside clock, it was seven thirty, my mother was running around the house now, trying to get ready for work, I stood at my window just watching all of our neighbours leaving for work. Within the hour, my street would be totally empty apart from Mr Peterson and me of course. My mother called up to me, she assumed that I was still in bed sleeping, she was basically just calling to tell me that she had made me a salad for my lunch, to make sure that I had a proper breakfast, not just toast and to tell me that she was about to leave, fifteen minutes early as she had to go to a cash machine on her way into work. As I shouted down that I would and said my own goodbye, a small white van drew up outside John Peterson's house, the driver walked to the start of John's driveway and he stopped and looked at my house. He scanned the front of the house and did a double take when he got to my bedroom window, he dwelled a long moment and then he smiled up at me before walking down John's drive and knocking loudly on his front door. I heard a muffled greeting and then John's front door closing; I was now on the tips of my toes, I hadn't realised just how fast my heart had been beating since my mother called to say she was leaving but when I realised that the stranger had gone into John's house, a sudden rush of disappointment flooded through my body. My mind hadn't made its self up, you know, whether or not to go round to John's house after my mother left the house but apparently my body had voted in favour of going and now I was crashing a little, I would only have seventy-five minutes at the most after my mother left the house before she started phoning me up to keep a check on me. Our front door closed and I watched my mother walk to her car, she stopped before stepping into the car, she checked the back of her legs, no, she checked the back of her stockings, not tights as she usually wore for work but proper stockings, the expensive type with the reinforced heel and toe and a thick black seam up the back, she was making sure the seam was straight and that the heel looked okay in her sling-backed shoes. I watched as my mother rolled slowly off of the driveway and almost as soon as her rear wheels hit the tarmac and she started to increase her speed, there was a loud knock at the back door, I jumped, no one had approached the house from the front so it had to be John, probably coming to apologise for having to call off our appointment because of his visitor. I was so certain that it was John that I didn't even think to put my dressing gown on and I was in so much of a hurry that I hadn't even put anything on my feet. As I transited from the kitchen and into the utility room, I didn't even look at the back door; I was too busy trying to stop Tina running into the kitchen. When I had a tight hold on Tina's collar, I looked up at the back door for the first time, I froze mid step, it wasn't John but the man I had seen arriving a few moments earlier and As soon as I saw him, all my parents warning about not answering the door while I was alone in the house came flooding back to me, or did they only mean for me not to answer the front door? The man turned to face me through the glass panelled door, he smiled at me and because I was frozen like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights, he reached out and turned the door handle. As the door opened slowly all of my parents warnings about not answering the door came flooding back into my head, or, had I only been told not to answer the front door was it okay to answer the back door? I got another smile as the man stepped through the doorway. "I'm Steve, I'm John's best friend, he told me all about you but he didn't mention quite how pretty you looked or how sexily you dressed. He told me to come over and put this..." he held up a baby alarm to show me what he had in his hand, "...at the side of your telephone." I didn't respond in any way, the way Steve looked my body up and down through the ultra-thin and ultra-sheer chiffon nighty caused a shiver to run through my body, I looked down, I did respond in one way, my little nipples suddenly appeared, outlined through the sheer material. Steve had passed through the kitchen and was in the hall by the time I looked up from the outline of my own breasts, "Can you hear me?" I tried to answer Steve but my throat and mouth were far too dry for any sound to come out, then John's voice crackled through the small speaker in the baby alarm, "Yes, that's great, now bring Rebecca back with you." Steve came back through from the kitchen; he put his arm around my back and started to ease me towards the back door. I managed to get Tina onto her bed and made her stay as Steve pushed me through the back door and onto the path outside, I came to my senses a little, "I don't have my dressing gown on or any shoes." "Don't worry about that, you won't need either of them." The path was so cold and covered in sharp grit that I had to run all the way to John's back door, "John said you were keen but I didn't think you'd be that keen." Came from behind me as I went through the open door. I could hear Oscar 'digging' at the bottom of the living room door, John called out that we needed to make sure the back door was closed before opening the living room door. I waited for Steve to close the back door then I opened the living room door and stepped in. Oscar ran around the room wildly before returning to my feet like a heat seeking missile. I had stepped in Tina's 'spots' on the utility room floor so I had fresh smell of bitch on heat all over my feet, Oscar was licking my feet all over and his lipstick was already showing well, at least two inches of pink on show and as he licked at my feet, he began to hump free air as some kind of automatic reaction. John reached out his hand over the arm of his comfortable chair and pulled me around in front of him, John was dressed in just a dressing gown and as he stretched out for me, I could see that he was totally naked under it. I was now standing in front of John and Steve was sitting on a chair behind me, I kept looking over my shoulder instead of looking where John wanted me to look, he was holding my hand with one hand and was rubbing his exposed cock with the other but I wasn't really looking, I was concentrating on what Steve was doing. "Steve, why don't you pop into the kitchen and get Rebecca a coke?" Steve almost jumped to his feet and left the room, "You look very beautiful this morning Rebecca and did you wear that very sexy nighty just for me?" I was now looking at John's cock as we were alone in the room together. John put his hands on my hips, pulled me a little closer to him and then began to push the bottom of my nighty up, exposing my lower body to his view and then he started to stroke one hand over my belly and down onto my lightly forested pussy mound. I was starting to relax and I allowed him to push my legs apart slightly when the living room door opened and Steve stepped in, I pushed John's hands away from my body and smoothed my nighty back down to cover my body again. Steve handed me a glass of coke, there wasn't an ounce of fizz in the glass, well, there was one trace, a single line of bubbles rising to the top of the glass in the centre, I looked from the glass of coke to Steve, in the minute he was gone he had changed, he was wearing a dressing gown just like John with a similar amount of clothes on under his dressing gown too. I tasted the coke, just a little sip and it tasted foul, I pulled a sour face and made a derogatory sound at the back of my throat. John took the glass out of my hand and touched its rim against his lips, I was young but I wasn't totally dumb, I realised that although the liquid had touched his lips he hadn't actually taken any of it into his mouth, "Steve, there's a fresh bottle of Coke out there, this is that cheap and nasty 'Price Checker' own brand muck and it's flat, go and get her the real stuff." Like I just said, I wasn't dumb; John was playacting with his friend for my benefit, there was obviously some reason that they wanted me to drink that foul muck. I had to take a second, I could try running for it and hide in my house from real life and fun or I could play along with John and Steve and just see where things went. I took the glass from John, "We usually have 'own brand' cola at home but none have ever tasted this bad, I'll have to remember to tell my mother never to buy any of the 'Price Checker' rubbish though." I took a deep breath and swallowed a big mouthful of the cola even though it tasted so bad that it made me want to be sick. John sat there smiling up at me as I pulled my sour face once again; Steve hadn't returned to his seat, he was standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders, massaging the back of my neck gently with his thumbs. The glass in my hand was about half empty, I was really glad that Steve hadn't brought in a larger glass. John was looking from the glass in my hand and back to my face and each time he looked into my eyes he smiled at me. It was obvious that John wanted me to finish the drink off before he went onto the next step. I swallowed the rest of the drink, there was no bitter taste at all this time, as the glass left my lips and I managed to snatch a quick look into the bottom of the glass before John took it off of me, right in the centre of the glass was what looked like a half dissolved tablet, quite a small tablet and white, even though it had been covered by coke which usually turned everything brown. John placed the glass on the floor at the side of his chair and then he waited a few moments, smiling up into my eyes all the time. As he watched me he was just rubbing his cock gently, then he suddenly leaned forward and began to lift my nighty again, I pushed his hands away and looked above me where I could see Steve looking down the front of my nighty. "Steve's my best friend, I told him all about you yesterday and he told me he'd love to come along and help me teach you about the pleasures you can experience during your week of freedom." John started to push my nighty up again, this time I let him, as the bottom of my nighty passed my breasts Steve took over and pulled it the rest of the way off over my head. Steve threw my nighty onto the floor at the side of John's chair, I saw my nighty fall and a second later, the dressing gown that Steve had been wearing landed on top of it. I turned to look at Steve, yesterday I had seen my first man's cock, I had only pulled his trousers down so I hadn't really seen the whole package so to speak, now as I stood looking at Steve standing there totally naked I did actually get to see the whole picture. Steve's cock was thinner than John's cock but slightly longer, Steve took my hand and placed it on his cock and I automatically began to masturbate him the way that John had got me to do him the day before. "Right, what did I say we should try today Rebecca?" John was now standing up and slipping his dressing gown off so that he was, like Steve and I, totally naked. John stood looking at me, "Well, what was it we were going to try today?" I jumped a little as I remembered, I pointed at Oscar, "You said I should try putting his thing in my mouth!" I surprised myself how easily that came out, I didn't seem to care that I was saying something so dirty in front of a total stranger, but then I did have his cock in my hand and I was rubbing him off quite fast. "Well then, let's get something on the floor and see if we can manage that shall we?" John spread a picnic blanket out on the floor, then he helped me down onto the floor, lying on my side, Steve got on the floor behind me and got in close behind, his hips pressing against my bottom. John reminded him to be careful and then John brought Oscar in front of my face and began to manage the dog, he had slipped some 'leg warmer' kind of things over Oscar's front legs, "That's to stop Oscar scratching your face if he gets carried away." John rubbed Oscar's cock right in front of my face, Oscar's cock grew, it was almost as long as John's cock but considerably thinner, that is until it came to the ball at its base that John called his knot. As soon as John let Oscar go, the dog jumped up on my head, thrusting his cock against my face. "Try and keep your teeth out of the way or you'll hurt Oscar." Steve was humping his cock against my bottom, just rubbing himself against me, not trying to get his cock between my legs or anything. I began to 'chase' Oscar's wildly thrusting cock with my mouth; Oscar didn't have any idea about where he was trying to get into, hitting my nostrils several times in the attempt. Eventually, I manage to capture his cock in my mouth and as soon as Oscar felt the softness of my lips close around his cock he calmed slightly and humped with more fluidity as his cock slipped in and out of my mouth. "Cover your teeth with your lips and as soon as his knot gets in your mouth, just grip it gently with your lips and teeth, keep applying pressure until he stops humping and then just hold him there." I followed John's complex instructions; before the knot touched my lips I felt the pointed end of his cock hitting the entrance of my throat. I expected to gag, whenever a doctor used a tongue depressor on the back of my tongue to look at my throat, I always gagged. As Oscar's cock hit that spot harder and more frequently as he humped like a steam hammer I was really surprised that I could just take it without problems. As Oscar's knot hit the outside of my lips I remembered what John had said and I opened wide to allow Oscar's knot to pass through. The feeling at the back of my throat as the point went even deeper into my throat over and over again made me want to giggle, then I remembered the complex instructions again and started to increase the pressure at the back of Oscar's knot. John had been totally right, as soon as I had built up enough pressure with my lips, teeth and applied suction, Oscar stopped humping so fast and hard, I could still feel his cock in my throat, at least an inch of it was down there. I remembered the day before, Oscar had done the same thing to his' Dog's best friend' pillow, he only moved fractions of an inch as his muscled spasmed as he climaxed then and now I could feel his body jerking through my mouth and as his body jerked, I felt jets hitting deep in my throat as his semen fired off deep in my body. John was watching closely and rubbing Oscar's rump, patting his bottom and telling him he was a good boy. "Okay Rebecca, if he's finished spurting off you can let him go now." I wasn't totally certain if he had finished or not but I just opened my mouth and let Oscar pull his cock out of my throat. Oscar hadn't quite finished though, one jet fired off into my mouth and a final shot hit up my nostril hole and over my lips. Steve saw the jet shoot its dying embers over my face and as he watched the dog slip from my mouth, I felt warm, wet semen all over the small of my back. Oscar ran to his basket in the corner and began licking his cock, John knee walked in front of me and offered me his cock. I was still lying on my side so only had one hand free to wank John off and as I did that, Steve forced my legs open and began to masturbate me as I did John. Steve didn't seem to be anywhere close to as good as John had been the day before or perhaps that was because John had been the first person to actually do that to me in my life so, perhaps the first time was the best and maybe, just maybe, it would never feel that good again. As I masturbated John off, he kept pushing his hips towards my face as if he was fucking my hand very slowly, each time the tip of his cock touched my lips, he would pull back again and then start all over again, he sounded like he was getting close to his end and as his breathing shortened and he began to gasp he said, "Can I shoot off into your mouth please?" "Do you want me to suck you too?" "No, that's planned for tomorrow's treat; today all I want to do is to shoot off into your open mouth." I said okay and as soon as I did so, Steve redoubled his efforts on my magic button and I finally started to get off. John left me masturbating him one handed as he positioned my head, tilting it upwards and back slightly. I saw his pre-cum begin to flow out of his cock's eye, "Hold your head like that, try to hold my spunk in your mouth but if it gets too full for you swallow it quickly and open your mouth again, remember, never spit out a man's spunk, it's very disrespectful." John took over his own cock, took over his own masturbation for the last few pumps and as soon as he did, Steve stopped rubbing between my legs and pushed himself up so that he could get a better view of John as he shot off into my waiting mouth. I was once again surprised that my jaw wasn't hurting, I would have expected it to, I always got jaw-ach at the dentists and at the doctors but even after straining it open for Oscar's knot for about twenty minutes and now another five minutes, I was expecting some serious aching face muscles but it still felt totally comfortable. John fired off into my mouth, using it like a collecting cup, I managed to keep my mouth open and hold every drop of John's spunk, then he finally said, "Okay, swallow it all down now." Steve was on his knees and at John's side, "Rebecca, can I do it like that too please?" I nodded my head and Steve began to masturbate himself as I watched, John began to work between my legs, rolling me onto my back and spreading my legs as wide open as he could before working on my magic button with all the skill, speed and pressure as he had used the day before, and, most importantly, while I waited, watching Steve rubbing his cock off as hard and fast as he could, the same pleasure as the day before too. I was gasping for air so much that I couldn't possibly hold all of Steve's cum in my mouth; I had to keep swallowing in between each spurt of his semen as it shot from his cock. When Steve was totally empty, he looked over at John, "Right mate, what do we do next?" Before John could answer, the baby alarm barked into life, three chirps and then a gap before the next three chirps. John grabbed my nighty and almost threw it at me, "Go, get off home as fast as you can." I ran from the room holding my nighty in front of me as I ran between the two houses, I just didn't have the time to pull it over my head in my rush to get to the phone to answer it. I was breathless and panting as I snatched the phone off of the hook. I calmed my mother's fears because of the time it took to get to the phone by saying that I had been in the toilet when the phone rang. As soon as I placed the phone back onto its cradle the baby alarm burst unto life, "Good girl Rebecca, now, unplug the baby alarm and hide it in your bedroom, as soon as your mother leaves tomorrow, just plug the alarm back in next to the phone and come straight over to us." 5,018 Words.
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