Date: Thu, 24 May 2012 09:51:29 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: Story;'Cob 'n Pen #06'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Mb Fb zoo cons)[6!24]

Story;'Cob 'n Pen #06'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Mb Fb zoo cons)[6!24]

This is a work of soft and slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted
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Cob `n Pen #06

Summary: A brother and sister, Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny), recall
their first times in the 1930's, by way of a patchwork of letters to a kind
doctor who helped them out of a jam. Vignettes in this episode: Cousin
Max's Advice, Starched Sheets, Loving Patches.

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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Re: 1932

COUSIN MAX'S ADVICE
Old Aunt Elsa's farm by Pike Lake Crossroads

"Are you certain they never cut your member off?"

One did not have conversations with our immense old Cousin Max, one
listened to him declaim and make jokes about all things sexual.

"Remember Jacob, if a man does not use his member it grows smaller and
smaller, until one day he wants to piss and cannot find it!"

Immense Cousin Max was a farmer and a green grocer. He was 70 years old,
strong as an ox, of middling height and wide as a house. He had a broad
smiling face, thick hands and was muscled like a bag of rocks. Cousin Max
was delighted to embarrass me by being my self-proclaimed teacher on all
topics relating to the birds and the bees. I was almost 12 and on a visit
to Old Aunt Elsa's farm at Pike Lake Crossroads. I was getting ready for my
second summer at Cainan Lake Camp, when I would join the `cream of the
crop' Stone Crew. Cousin Max was telling me the things he felt I must know
to be with the randy Stone Crew boys at camp. He had me join him in a
mighty pee against the side of the barn. He sighed gratefully as he
relieved himself.

"There are times when a piss feels near as good as a woman, and this is
one!"

He stood there with his massive tool in his ham of a hand, splattering the
wooden boards. He made me stop my flow of piss and then let it go again,
and had me repeat this squeezing motion a number of times in a row.

He exclaimed so anyone within a mile could hear, "Tightening the sphincters
helps men learn longer ejaculatory control, and can lead to much stronger
erections! Never forget, my good lad Jacob, that a friendly fuck is like
paddling a canoe ever closer to a water fall! Once you tip over the falls,
there is no going back! The trick is to paddle right up to the edge of the
fall, again and again and again, but not go over until you and your mate
are good and ready! Remember, paddle up to the fall together with your
mate, but not yet go over!"

Max shook his giant sausage with its bull balls and great tufts of grey
steel-wool pubic hair.

"Yes! Here is man's most magnificently majestic manifestation of his raw
power and potency! In appearance, when hard, it resembles a fireworks
rocket does it not? And it has the same turbulent thrusting force and
energy! Just as a rocket can light up the sky; it can send a woman into
orgasm, which is no less astonishing a feat! In sex, by achieving a hard
on, it signals to the woman that its owner is both capable of having sex
with her and eager to do so; which, if she finds him attractive, tends to
kindle her interest! By discreetly pressing it against her increasingly
warm vulva he excites her and gets her hot! Then, when she really does want
him, she fondles it and kisses it and puts it into her mouth! And finally,
when he fucks her vagina, his mad and relentless thrusting drives her wild,
until she begins to scream with absolutely uncontrollable passion and
happiness!"

Cousin Max sighed jubilantly, recalling something wonderful and far
away. Then he charged on.

"The longer the tension builds up, the more often he paddles his canoe
right up to the edge of the falls, the more enormous the explosion will be
when he finally reaches ejaculation! At that point, as the speed of his
thrusting becomes as fast as a runner nearing the finish line in a race and
as his cock forces all of its gigantic length and girth deep into her pussy
with each thrust, he reaches the point where, for a couple of seconds, it
seems like the world stops! Then, he feels something like a bomb burst at
the base of his dick, and with a sudden and rapid force like water shooting
out of a high-pressure hose he shoots quarts of life giving cum into her
pussy!"

Old Max wiped his brow as if he himself had just performed this act.

"The word `orgasm' comes from the Greek and the Sanskrit `URG' – a
sudden powerful feeling! A man's orgasm is like an explosion inside your
body, Jacob! But it feels great! Like the best possible feeling! Ever!
There is a brief moment after an orgasm in which men even stop thinking
about sex for an instant! The only recorded such time!"

He shook his massive head in wonder.

"The great philosopher Spinoza referred to this fact when he wrote, `For as
far as sensual pleasure is concerned, the mind is so caught up in it, as if
at peace in a true good, that it is quite prevented from thinking of
anything else. But after the enjoyment of sensual pleasure is past, the
greatest weariness follows. If this does not completely engross, still it
thoroughly confuses and dulls the mind!' "

"Now, Jacob my boy, imagine a ladder with a select number of steps! So is
the sex act mechanism for the body and the brain a ladder! After reaching
the top the tendency is to get too used to it and stay there and never
leave, and thus become desensitized to its full rich value! So, nature has
built in a refractory period, a no-response time, to act as a come down!
Down to the first step! For it is from this first step that the repeated
thrill of reaching the top once more is felt!"

He bent down and stuck his great face into mine.

"Remember, you too shall also plow in that lusty ground, and cast abroad
the seed of well-favored children! It is never immoral to act at creating
the human species - with or without ceremony!"

Old Cousin Max punched my arm nearly knocking me over, "Eh, Jacob?"


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STARCHED SHEETS
Parsonage at Shallow Lake, 1932

I discovered the magic of humping my mattress at a very young age. My
little discovery turned into a daily event, becoming a must for falling
asleep. I'd lay face down, flat on my lower bunk bed, with both hands down
in my groin. I scrunched and scrunched oblivious to what was going on
around me, getting stirred up from the course wool blanket, or smooth
sheet, or the puffy passionate pillow. I advanced to being under the covers
with my knees making a tent and my jammies pushed down. I worked on my
tiniest of twigs and felt the rising and scary feelings that were hard to
believe and alarming, but amazing. It got to be quite natural stroking back
and forth, and the pleasure was surely going somewhere both strange and
fine. I came to know that the feelings were sexual, and hence
naughty. After I turned 11 and got home from that astonishing first summer
at Cainan Lake Camp [Episode #5], I recalled the words of the Handsome
Camper, my older cousin Steven, as he enchanted a gaggle of us young kids.

"You should really just go and try it. You are not going to hurt
yourself. Here is what I suggest: Make sure you can not get caught. Get
comfortable; on you bed, in a chair, naked whatever suits you. Gently rub
around you penis, balls and then start to rub the shaft. Continue this
until you orgasm; you may or may not cum."

It was not too long before I had my own real life, breakthrough, white goo
sperming. I had been dancing with my kid sister Penny and ended up
wrestling pretty rough with her, as often happened, and this time I made
her really struggle against me and cry. I was strangely charged up with
that great need-to-pee sensation of mine. I went down to the basement of
the old parsonage in Shallow Lake, where our dog Patches slept on dad's
worn out Persian carpets by the wood furnace. I took off all my clothes in
the heat and just stood there nude thinking about what it felt like to
tussle with Penny, and to rub bodies with Steven and certain boys at camp,
and vaguely how I remembered it being like with mom. [Episode #2] I did not
even touch my cock.  I began to shake and my legs buckled. I fell to my
knees and collapsed backward flat on my back on the fuzzy carpets. That
sense of truly losing control, being driven back, lost in a new experience,
almost seemed too much for the body. Suddenly I was weak and overcome by
this rush of blissful joy. `Over the Falls' I went.  Words just don't get
to the sensation. I looked down and my belly was sprinkled with fresh warm
boy juice.

I had no idea what had happened. I was scared, confused, and certain I'd
done something wrong, maybe even evil. I didn't think I'd hurt myself,
though. I hadn't done anything to reach orgasm except let my erection hang
out for half an hour. The intense feeling of the very first time was both
memorable and physically powerful. Can that convergence of the unknown,
anxiousness, and the pure adventure, plus the absolute newness and shocking
pleasure, ever be repeated? I will never forget my first cum. It was a
dream come true.

When I humped my mattress or rubbed myself after that I at first thought
I'd pissed in my bed. Within days, I was about to face a bigger challenge:
nocturnal emissions. I had no idea what was happening, but they were
frequent. At night I woke up gooey and sticky from wonderful wet dreams. I
have only the dimmest recollection of the vague dramas of amorous boys who
at the same time were somehow my sister and mom and dad. But I'd awake in
sweet yearning for the lost love of my dreams. I do remember the copious
amounts of semen that regularly soaked my pajamas several nights each
week. Then I learned that it was called `starching the sheets'.  My mother
did the laundry, but she never said a word about the cardboard-like crust
on my jammies which clearly announced my fruition into full-blown puberty.

"You're getting bigger, Jacob," was all mom said to me at supper.

Her soft dress pulled up along her thighs as she sat down at the kitchen
table. I looked between her legs to where it was very dark up in there. I
shrugged. I figured mom just meant that with all my running and bicycling,
me being a thin guy to start with, my muscles were getting easier to see.

"Yeah," I said proudly.  "And stronger! I'm getting belly ridges, look!" I
pulled up my shirt.

I was growing up and the hormones kicked in. My cock getting longer was one
of those things that happened when I was not paying attention, like getting
curly red pubes. You don't notice things growing, then one day, oh boy! I
found sexual thoughts on my mind all the time. They did not always involve
other persons, or even myself, just the tremendously exciting fun and good
feeling from the act of masturbation. Fondling myself was an `Unction',
Steven had called it. Like calming oil being spread on any troubled
feelings, a holy rite of soothing balm elevating me to the highest ecstatic
transformation from boy to bliss. A ceremony of divine passage to be sought
after again and again, finishing with that liquid shedding of heavenly
pressure – `Supreme Unction'. The frequency of my hard ons demanded
attention several times each day. I could do it in seconds, sometimes five
or more times on a summer day or weekends or during school when I was
alone. At first I didn't have a lot to shoot. I'd sperm out a few drops of
white stuff onto my belly. Then I'd cream a teaspoon or so in a few strokes
and be all done. But in a few years I could last 30 to 40 minutes or longer
if I wanted, and then jerk in spurts that totaled a couple of tablespoons
maybe. And I could work the same hard on to bust a full load again, and in
time even again, for 3 or 4 totally different blows all on one bone, at
least once in a while. So I masturbated all the time, and I'd smear my cum
over my own developing balls, thinking it somehow would help me to
manufacture more of my `white stuff', as I called it. I even rubbed myself
against the silky soft fur of our cat, and later in between her
legs. Generally she seemed to like the attention, but now and then would
have enough and grumble and take off. She did not like the cum on her,
kicking her legs and not caring to lick it off.


***

"SLOW, SOFT TOUCHES"

Late one night I left my room, crept downstairs through the kitchen, and
opened the creaking door to the cellar. I felt my way down and through the
familiar cramped basement, before finally pulling the string for the dim
bulb over the workbench. Now alone in my safe and secret hideaway, I put
the softest rug on Patch's pile of old Persian carpets by the wood
furnace. Lit by the flickering flame through the grate, I lay down with a
Montgomery-Ward catalog open to the underwear section. Not even doing
anything my breath was shorter and I got stirred up as I separated the
stuck pages and stared at the pictures.

I had not consciously intended to masturbate down in the basement, it
seemed too dangerous, given that mom was just out of her bath and up in the
kitchen and might need to come down the cellar stairs. But one thing led to
another, and before I knew it I had lifted the soft flannel of my pj top to
stroke my belly. Then I undid the buttons to expose my chest as well. Soon
I untied the pajama bottoms and snugged them down a bit. My thin rising
cock flopped over my balls and few bright red pubes. I began stroking away
slowly over the photos of some boys in just underpants. The pj bottoms got
pushed way down my thighs. Those familiar tingling feelings swelled outward
from my penis, groin, and belly spreading delicious warmth to my thighs and
chest and face and to the very roots of my crazy red hair. I sighed.

I took a glob of salve and spread it over the head and along my prick. I
moved a finger down to rub the area between the base of my cock and balls,
shivering at the sensation. I touched my butthole.  A thrill coursed
through my body. I pushed at my pj's, stripping the bottoms off with my
feet and flinging my arms about to wrestle away the top. Now I was naked on
my back on the rugs next to the very warm furnace. Spreading my legs apart,
I raised my bum up, and slid my finger up to the first joint into my
ass. The friction on the lips of my hole was breathtaking. The burning
sensation gave way as I shoved my finger in deeper, past the second joint
and it felt strange – a profound presence deep in me and all through
me. That reflex of needing to take a crap faded away and it felt strangely
wonderful. I started a slow screwing action with my hips and I began to
feel the slight stinging in my prick. I watched as a drop of clear fluid
formed at the slit in my nodding cockhead. I pulled the finger from my ass,
enjoying the new feeling of sliding it out, and I wiped it on the rug.

I touched my thin wooden prick with its smooth loose skin sliding up over
the top and down again, and that tickling chill of vibration bloomed
forth. It fit well, a thumb on one side and two fingers opposite. I
discovered it welcomed my fist and I started to slowly jerk off. I lifted
my head for a moment, in awe of myself and what was going on. The familiar
need-to-pee feelings started in my balls, groin and cock. I knew I was
about to erupt. I moved my hands faster as I felt myself all over. I must
have been pretty absorbed when I finally heard the creak of the wooden
cellar steps. I arched my head back to look wrong way up across the
basement. The light bulb over the stairs switched on.  My mom stood on the
bottom step. She was in her bathrobe, leaning against the post, her long
black hair tousled, just watching me. Her hand fiddled with her robe and it
fell open showing one of her large breasts, curved and full. I was
paralyzed.

"Don't stop," she sighed huskily.

There was something in her voice that was thrilling. Mom moved her other
hand down to separate her robe and revealed her surprisingly bushy
crotch. She began stroking the curvy glistening lips of that hungry red
mouth of her vulva. She never took her eyes off me.

"Slow, soft touches, Jacob baby," she murmured across the room to
me. [Episode # 1]

With my head bent so far back, I stared upside down and backwards at her. I
shivered in a fine tremor. But all on its own my hand started to caress my
skinny hard prick again.

"Jacob, I've wondered. I wondered when I started noticing the night-dream
stains on your sheets and in your underwear. I wondered if you were ready."

I stroked faster. I knew by then that our mom was a fragile, lonely
woman. I'd learned that my dad had been very young, only a couple of years
older than I was now, when he'd fathered me and then Penny. And our mom no
longer took dad, a grown man, to her. I knew instinctively that my mom was
only able to do it, to truly go over the falls, to have real sex, with
quite young boys.

"Then when I found you looking up my dress, I knew you were ready."

She'd seen me do that! I yanked up and down furiously, on my back, stark
naked, my butt arching up off the pile of Patches' rugs. Every muscle in my
legs, stomach, even feet, was taut and strained with expectation. I gasped
at the feelings. Mom moaned louder, trying to suppress it, and that pushed
me over the edge. I was looking right at my mother and wished I could stop
the embarrassment of my orgasm. But I could not stop stroking my cock. My
own mother watched. I actually screamed as I came. The first squirt was so
forceful that the sticky white fluid hit me on the chin. It shot out all
over the place. I gave in to the frenzy sweeping over me in waves. It
seemed to go on and on for ever, each blast being slightly weaker, the jets
of cum lessening, oozing from the slit. I collapsed back onto the lushness
of those rugs.

"Magdalena," I kept repeating my mom's first name. "Magdalena,
Magdalena..."

I knew I was going to cum a second time and I kept stroking, and I did. It
flooded out of me all over again. Mom kept rubbing herself through the
eruptions. I couldn't believe that it was happening. She stood on the
bottom step moaning and smiling. When it was all over I lay there gasping
and still shaking, trying to regain my composure.

"I'm sorry I walked in on you. But you certainly needed that. And me
too. Great Mother, I've never seen so much! Don't worry about it," she said
very softly. "When you're a few years older let's talk again. In the
meantime, now and then you might wash your own sheets."

I heard mom gather herself up quietly and go away. But I was too mortified
to look after her. It was probably easier for her this way, anyhow.  When I
finally came to, and I opened my eyes, I cleaned myself up as best I could
and made my way back upstairs and ran to my bedroom. My mom and I did not
speak of this for three years.


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LOVING PATCHES
Parsonage at Shallow Lake, 1932

Sure I looked scrawny, but my legs and wind were strong and I had
endurance. I rode my bicycle everywhere in Grey County, trying to beat my
own best times. In warm weather I went up the back roads and paths around
Shallow Lake just wearing a pair of dad's old cotton shorts, my feet
propped on the handle bars for the down slopes, with my balls and dick
hanging out of a pant leg waving in the breeze.

"Here comes Sexy Slim!" I shouted at the top of my lungs to the passing
pines.

My one friend who knew everything about me and still loved me was Patches,
our splotchy mixed breed collie. Like our scriptural ancestor Cain, who
when cast out was given a dog to protect him from wild beasts, so I had my
Patches. I liked to run as hard as I could through the woods with her, and
then race her back. After many, many times I got fast enough to beat her
home. When alone with her in the woods or in the basement, I paraded around
naked with my boy bone pointing the way. Sometimes I straddled Patches'
back and she stood quiet while I enjoyed the feeling of her living fur on
my bare body parts. She let me snuggle into her and get as much of me in
contact with her furry body as possible, and then I would cum.

But she loved to lick. I do not remember how this was discovered, but it
seemed a reflex that when my pants came off Patches nuzzled right up
there. She licked farther and farther up my legs, until she was licking the
insides of my thighs. It seemed she could not get enough of licking ass
hole, nuts, prick, groin. It must have been that special sweat and smell
that is on one's finger after sliding it in the crease between thigh and
scrotum. I was in heaven. It felt so good, her warm, wet rough tongue
lapping around and down onto the underside of my hanging balls. I thought I
was going to faint with the feelings from my dick, which was red and
twitching all on its own. She never bit me, but her needley teeth could be
pretty exciting. I lifted my legs up and used both hands to pull my ass
cheeks apart and Patches went to work.  I almost died when her tongue
massaged my tight hole. She stopped and poked her cold wet nose right in
there, sniffed a couple of times, and then started again licking like wild.
At times she seemed to tire of this, but then something would click and she
would lap uncontrollably. She seemed addicted to it, and it made me crazy.

I finally put my legs back down because I wanted her to lick my dick. I
kept gasping each time she lapped at it. Her tongue brought me closer and
closer with every wonderful lick. I whimpered in pleasure, telling her how
good she was. I could not stand it any longer; I needed to cum so bad. I
grasped onto my rock hard cock while Patches went back down and started
giving my ass hole the full-on doggy tongue treatment again. My whole body
twitched and convulsed like I was being electrocuted. My throbbing cock
danced and shot cream onto my belly and the pile of rugs, making a new
record for distance, I thought. I melted onto the floor, all nerve endings
in my young body tingling like crazy. Patches sniffed out my sperm and
cleaned it off my body then went for the head of my dick where liquid was
still seeping out slowly. Her nippy teeth made that a ticklish endeavor,
but I went for it over and over. I did not believe anything could feel so
good.


***

In my second year at Cainan Lake Camp, the summer I turned 12, I was
welcomed as a Stone Crew lad. Stone Crew was made up of the fitter studier
boys who worked on the stone walls at camp and fooled around together all
the time. So after lights out one night we all snuck over to a neighboring
farm. We ran down to the neighbor's barn where a young mixed shepherd pooch
was in first heat and penned up inside. A whole bunch of juvenile dogs, her
litter-mates, were hopping around outside yelping and pawing to get in to
their sister-bitch, desperate to breed with her at any opportunity, and she
was frantic for them to get at her. One of her sibling pups, the randiest
of them, snuck into the barn along with us and was standing there looking
into the pen transfixed.

Naturally we let him in with her and watched the show. They'd been raised
together of course, and now there were all these amazing new smells and
sensations. They were so excited to sniff and lick each other, yipping and
yelping and frantic. Her runty brother ran around and around her in circles
with his dripping dick hanging out not knowing what else to do. She kept
hunkering down and presenting her wet little sister-cunt to him. She wanted
it so bad. We cheered when the feisty guy mounted her by instinct, clamping
his forelegs in front of her hips, and finally humped his pink prick deep
into his sister with his tongue hanging out and looking so happy.  The two
of them yelped and panted and pumped. When he tied into her, standing ass
to ass, it was nearly twenty minutes of the two of them giving and
taking. She bolted, pulling him squealing along behind her as we
laughed. Naturally we all did a Stone Crew circle jerk onto their
backs. Finally she let him go and we shooed him out and locked the pen as
though nothing had happened. We laughed, thinking of the neighbor's
astonishment when she whelped in a couple of months. Surprise!

The dogs' fucking got us Stone Crew guys jazzed up. We pulled off a naked
`Night Walker' raid on the girl's camp shortly after lights out, and bulled
all about it around the camp fire. Later there was beating off and spooging
from the top bunks. I was a generous contributor. Woe to the latrine bound
Stoner who stepped in Cob's Blobs that night, I tell you!


***

So, back home that fall with happy Patches, and her panting and slobbering
over my crotch and cum, I naturally thought of how it would feel to service
her dog's cooz. I started getting hard again as I pictured the scene of
this buck naked 12 year old jerking off actually deep inside his faithful,
furry companion. Why I though she would welcome being ass-drilled I don't
know.

I went with Patches to the back yard on an unseasonably warm evening, into
a low dry ditch behind a hedge where they could not see us from the
parsonage.  I scratched behind her ears the way she liked and patted down
her belly. I dropped my trousers and underpants down to my knees. My precum
was flowing and I was sweaty so Patches lapped her tongue to it greedily. I
let her lick all over my cock and balls and pretty much the rest of me as I
kicked everything off. Patches got excited but she was not nearly as ready
as I was. She was agreeable to being petted and coaxed into lying down. She
looked at me with those dark soulful eyes. I had some trouble getting her
to lie still, since I wanted her to stretch out on her back. I leaned close
to her head and returned some of her licks with the tip of my tongue,
touching her nose and face and she became even more submissive. Patches
started licking her own crotch over and over as if she knew, and it got
really wet. Then she just drooled and lay flat on her back with her legs
sort of flopped out to the sides while I rubbed her belly. With her on her
back, I squatted behind and pretended I was her mate and rubbed my hard on
between her legs. It felt sweet and I thought of when I had been with
cousin Steven.

My cock was so hard now and there was no where to go with her impossible
doggy pussy, so I started exploring her bottom. It was right before me as
her legs splayed apart. I rubbed around it with my finger tip, just the way
at camp they said to with a girl. Her eyes were wide but she was totally
passive once I touched her ass hole. I worked my fingers to loosen up her
rectum. She accepted one, then finally two fingers. I pulled them out and
stroked my cock and I lay over her for real. There was no going back
now. This time I pushed my cock head at her ass. My cock was long but
really skinny, about the thinnest one I knew of, as thick as a good sized
dog's maybe but still big for little Patches. Yet there was some new give
at her hole, so I leaned into it. She struggled and kicked silently and
then lay quiet in a kind of trance.  Holy Great Mother! How I labored to
get my teen boy prick up and into her.  I watched the head go in, and then
half way out as her ass worked to express me and then the head was all the
way in.

"Jeepers creepers, Patches!"

Going in was rough and dry and felt as if she had small scrapey ridges in
there, like rubbing against corrugated cardboard. But I tell you, it was
too much. For the very first time in my life I was within a live being. Her
body now gradually opened fully to me. It got softer and slicker. I shoved
inside. I kept going and shoved more inside her. I lay over my dog, holding
my weight off her, rocking my pelvis back and forth and pushing my cock up
into her smoothness as far as I could. I went in and out of her, again and
again.

I thought of the Stone Crew and that young pup doing his sister bitch. I
thought of Steven doing something like this with kids at Camp and his
half-sister Susie. I thought of what it would be like to do my mom, and
even Penny my own sister. Patches was furry and lay inert on her back
beneath me, her head to the side and her lips pulled away from her teeth
the slightest bit. Was she even there as I slid my stiff penis into her
butt, over and over? Had she gone somewhere safe? I panted with each hump
and moaned loudly, trying to hold off cumming as the kids at Camp
advised. In spite of my intentions, something else was driving my body. No
longer in control, I started going faster and harder. I was really
fucking. My cock pulsed. My balls contracted. My cum jetted into her.

"Haunh? Ng-ah! Ng-ah! Yes," I said. "Yes I am! YES!"

I slumped forward onto her, feeling her thin frame beneath the fur, her
heart beating wildly. Cumming in her while I was over her with my weight on
my elbows made me feel I was `doing it' right. My body dropped totally
relaxed like I had never known. To fuck, to be in something like a cunt, to
blow my load for the first time inside another living individual who loved
me was amazing.

Withdrawing, dripping and totally electric, I was astonished to find myself
perfectly clean, no feces or anything, although of course I soon headed for
the bath. I kept a rigid hard on for about two hours, and feared it might
never go down. It took Patches a full moment to come to, lying still before
finally shaking her legs and rolling on her side. She flipped her tongue
back and forth cleaning her dog juice off of me, and licked up every last
drop of my cum that dripped out of her, before she ran in circles and took
a big milky shit. I watched her and panted with a ridiculous grin and
smeared our wet on my dick and jerked off until I came again, mixing boy
cream and dog juice on my smooth belly and chest, like an ancient rite of
passage. I had just corn-holed a fellow creature and I loved it.

What made me think at that instant of my kid sister Penny?

Yours truly, JACOB
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< to be continued >