It was six weeks before I was able to be alone with Thor again. My mom learned that my tummy ache was part of "becoming a woman" and she kept me with her nearly everywhere she went for weeks. When I finally did get to be alone with Thor, it was only for a brief period.

My dad was out of town on business and Mom had to run to the store. It was about 7:30 PM on a Tuesday night. The little guilt filled urges to feel that wonderful thrill of Thor's big wet tongue on my cunny had grown steadly over the long period since my first experience. Everytime that big, beautiful dog would lick my hand or try to nuzzel my cunny mound, I literally quivered. By the time that Tuesday night arrived, I was so filled with need that I was willing to take a chance.

Just like the first time, I put myself tummy down pillows in fornt of the TV. I was wearing exactly the same panties, but this time I had on only a night shirt. I even hiked the shirt up over my butt so Thor could get too me easier. After nearly ten minutes of waiting and coaxing, he still had not come over to do any more than nuzzel my face and try to play. I didn't want to play. I wanted him to lick my cunny! The anticipation was burnign at me. I really NEEDED it!

I rolled over on to my back and wrestled with him, trying to force his muzzel between my legs. But he wasn't interested. I finally gave up and went into the kitchen to fix myself a glass of chocolate milk. He followed me in. When I poured the chocolate syrup into the glass, some of the dark brown goo from the can got on my fingers. I let Thor lick it off. As his long, warm pink tongue lapped hungrily at my fngers I hit on the answer. "Thor will lick this! If I put a little on my panties?.....".

Tenatively I dabbed some of the syrup form the top of the can and touched it to the crotch of my flowered panties. "I can always tell Mom I spilled it", I reasoned aloud, as even the touch of my own fingers brought me thirlls..

"Here, Thor. Here, boy. Lick this. Come on". 

His nose found the scent and his tongue found the spot! My knees practically buckled when that wonderful, wet thing ran up my crotch. Again and again he lapped, carrying me away to the place I wanted to go. 

"Oh, yeah, Thor!" I squealled. "Lick it! Lick it all up! Oh, Thor! Lick more! Oh Pleeeese!"

My knees gave way and I slid my back down the kitchen cupboard while my lovely lover lapped hard trying to get every taste of the goo. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, back against the cupboard, bent knees spread wide, flushed all over and qivering like jelly on  a vitrator  with my big doggy's magic tongue working it's miracle on my pussy, when I heard the front door unlock.

"Linda, honey, I'm home", Mom called.

I bolted to my feet and ran to the bathroom. It was over five minutes later that I finally regained my composure, washed up and came out. My cunny, my tummy and my titties were on fire still. I ached for releif and, at least now, I new how to get it.

Later that night, when Mom was in the bathroom, I snuck back to the kitchen and got the chocolate syrup. Hiding it in my nightstand, I knew that, once Mom was asleep, Thor would "love" me again. There was one additional thing that made the anticipation even worse. I knew I couldn't mess up another pair of panties. I also new it was wrong to let anyone see my "private place". That night, while watching TV and waiting for the endless minutes before bedtime to pass, I must have looked at Thor a hundred times and each time I quivered with the thought of exposing my naked cunny to his tongue.

That night, after what seemed like forever, Mom fell asleep, and I had an experience so thrilling that that I quite literally became addicted.

More about that next time.

-Love, Linda-
