Baby Sitting

I was sixteen when I first considered the idea of fooling around with
an animal. My parents allowed me to earn some spending money by
babysitting. A neighbor's Labrador first stirred my interest.

It was common for me to baby-sit kids who had to be in bed by seven

or eight o'clock. Then, I watched TV, did homework or read until their
parents got home. At that age, my friends and I loved clothes, and
because I have this generally curious nature, I also checked out what
kind of lingerie the mom had. It's pretty interesting what one finds in
lingerie drawers. Maybe I will tell you about it sometime.

My experience with animals started very unexpectedly and my curiosity

built over a period of time. The first thing I can recall was that like
most dogs, Barclay, loved to shove his nose in my crotch as he did most
women. I remember seeing him doing it to Mrs. Reese [not her real
name] several times. He did it to me it seemed every time I would come
over to baby-sit or visit.
From that point, the next thing I remember were the times I fell
asleep on the couch and woke up to Barclay's inquisitive nose. That is, I
used to sit with my legs folded - they used to call it "Indian style" - to
hold my books. And, I just found that position comfortable. Barclay
would either try to bury his nose in the crotch of my panties or I woke
up several times to find him eagerly licking me. I of course was a bit
embarrassed when he would do this. Barclay loved attention and other
times laid his head in my lap as I petted him for hours.

I babysat the Reese's children and put up with Barclay's antics for
several years. Then one night when I was almost seventeen I found
myself a bit horny just prior to my period. I had never had sex. The
kissing and stuff I had done with my boyfriends had only gotten me a
bit excited. Tonight, my pussy was driving me crazy. I had learned from
reading, and a girlfriend, about masturbating and had come to quite
enjoy it. I started having periods when I was fourteen. Call me a late
bloomer, but my breasts had started growing a year or so prior to this.
Enough said.

So, I was horny and even though the kids I was babysitting were in bed
I went to the bathroom to masturbate. I loved to rub myself through
my favorite panties until I orgasmed at least once. My panties were
typically quite wet. My juices were thicker than what my girlfriends
described theirs. So, I had no problem enjoying the warmth of my
juices that collected in the crotch of my panties. These were the
juices that worked their way through, and coated my fingers. I loved
feeling this wetness in my panties. I came to find it quite erotic to
wear my wet panties. I didn't understand why some girls felt so
compelled to clean up so quickly. Also, my juices did not seem to be as
fragrant as others must be. I was lucky in this way, given I loved being
wet. That too is another subject of interest for some other time.
Tonight, I returned to the couch and Barclay would not leave me alone.
He kept putting his paws up on me and licking my face. I had seen is
penis start to protrude many times before, but tonight it was poking
out several inches. I felt somewhat sorry for him because I knew he
was probably like this because of me. I was still a bit horny and maybe
that's what prompted me to touch and stroke him. I had only "by
mistake" brushed a boyfriend or two's hard on through their jeans. So,
I got down on the floor with Barclay and reached under him. I pushed
his head away to avoid his persistent licking. I grabbed hold of his
penis. It was very warm and slightly wet. I began to softly stroke my
hand up and down his long shaft. It was pointed. Unlike the pictures I
had seen of a man's penis. He enjoyed my attention and began to hump
in motion with my hand. Clear fluid seeped out of the end for a long
time. I stroked him, squeezing his growing shaft from time to time.
This seemed like more than twenty minutes. I was fascinated by how
erotic this was. I was thoroughly lost in just watching his penis slide
through my hand. Then, for the first time I saw his knot grow at the
base of his shaft. His penis seemed to grow slightly larger too. His
shaft was now at least as wide as a roll of half-dollars! And his knot
grew to the size of a granny smith baking apple. All this time he was
seeping somewhat clear, slimy fluid. He then started to buck and hump
more intently. And, all of a sudden he began to cum. He became rock
hard and almost stopped his humping. Almost a quarter cup of milky
white semen jetted out of his quivering pinkness. As soon as this
stopped flowing, Barclay looked at me and pulled away. He curled up on
the floor not more than two feet away and started licking himself. I of
course, went to get some paper towels to clean up the hardwood floor
and my hands.

It was erotic! Watching his large, firm penis sliding in my hand. His
fluids lubricating my fingers and feeling so warm. I think because I was
so fascinated I had not noticed how horny my pussy felt. It was
engorged and wet, pulsating. I could feel that my swollen pussy lips and
see them pushing at my panties. I also felt little twitches inside me. I
knew these to be my pussy muscles pushing my juices out from inside
me.

That evening I thought about learning to give a blowjob. I had heard

others describe how, but had never wanted to before. And I do have to
admit, I did think about what it might be like to have Barclay teach me
what it would feel like to have a penis inside me.

I found that I was not in the least ashamed of these thoughts. In fact,
they kept me horny for quite awhile.

The last couple times I babysat the Reese's kids I could not wait for
them to head off to bed. That was when Barclay, their Labrador, and I
could play around. A month or so ago I was curious (and horny) enough
to get myself to touch Barclay. And so I have been masturbating him at
least three times a month.

I told you once that unlike many other women, I love it when my panties
are wet. This had given me another avenue to further this enjoyment.
The last two times I masturbated Barclay I had taken off my panties.
I folded them over so that only the cotton crotch was exposed. And, as
I masturbated Barclay's huge penis I let his juices drip onto them. I
also learned that if I wrapped my panties somewhat in paper towels I
could further keep the rest of the panty from getting all wet. The
paper towels also helped soak up a bit of his extra moisture and
concentrate this where I wanted it most.

I quickly found that my interest lay more in collecting his semen rather
than all the pre-cum. This was far stickier, though it seemed to dry up
faster. However, it seemed to return to its' slippery state if my juices
helped add back the moisture it needed. I loved how my panties would
slide and coat my pussy lips. And, with the right pair of panties, I could
even feel them slide over my mounds when I walked or moved.

Tonight I had worn a short skirt and tight sweatshirt along with a pair
of my favorite floral embroidered panties. The children were in bed
and I called Barclay over by the couch. I knew that one of these days I
wanted to learn what it was like to give a blowjob - and Barclay would
be the lucky dog. But I could not get myself to do that just yet. So, I
reached under his furry belly and found is warm, soft sheath. I began
to stroke him. He stood still and it was obvious he enjoyed this . . . as
the pink tip of his penis started to pop in and out. I could feel his
maleness swelling and growing thicker. I stroked him firmly in long slow
strokes. I did this until he was fairly extended and there was enough
pre-cum to coat my hand. His hips joining in with a humping motion from
time to time. Then, I would hold his bare shaft in my slippery hand and
pump my fingers up and down this very hard, wet and very warm shaft.
The pre-cum catching in my hand and keeping my fingers slick.

It was then that as he was about to cum I would grab my panties in my

other hand and catch his seed in the soft cotton of my panty's crotch.
There, I could feel it later. It's warmth and wetness keeping me wet
and happy. If I did not sleep in these panties that night, I learned to
save them in a zip lock baggy to keep them moist to wear the next day.
They would be cold yet so exciting sliding them on after my morning
shower. Their wetness reminding me of our play the night before.

But tonight I was going to try something a bit different. I had worn
the sweatshirt because I was going to let Barclay mount me. I wanted
him to ride me and feel like he was breeding me. However, I was not
going to let him enter me. I was going to lower my panties just enough
to slide him into them and not me.

So, as I felt him growing in my hand, I unzipped my skirt and tossed it

on the couch. I then pulled down my panties just below my buttocks and
got on the floor. Barclay needed a little educational assistance. I was
on my hands and knees. I leaned over and reached through my legs and
grabbed his penis. It was still mostly still ensheathed. I tugged on it
coaxingly and slid my one leg under him. He had no where to go except
to either pull away or mount me. Well I guess instincts are pretty good
in animals and I found he was a bit heavier than I had thought. He
weighed my down but I was still able to keep hold of his penis. I began
to stroke him.

It was not too long before he seemed to have no problem with the idea
and started to hump at me and grow. As he grew and extended I
rubbed his pre-cum into the crotch of my panties. And then I was able
to hold his shaft in my panties as he continued to hump me on his own.
It was a wonderful feeling as I felt his knot grow and push against me
and feel the upper side of his shaft sliding along my crotch. But it was
orgasmic to feel his penis quiver against my sensitive pussy lips as he
came in my panty covered hand. I could feel each and every
constriction of his muscles as he ejaculated into my panties. Oh, how I
almost tried to slide him into me. But I was not mentally ready for
that. I did have a small orgasm as I felt these ejaculator spasms so
intensified against my labials. Oh, when you ever have a chance to feel
these you will know why this curiosity had no remorse. His penis
thrusted into my panties and hand, his knot rubbing my thighs and
every pulse of his ejaculation was being amplified by the sensitivity of
my labials and clitoris. My juices being squeezed out of me by the
contractions of my quivering muscles. Mixing with his and helping him
slide along my wet fur.

His ejaculation soaking the cotton crotch of my panties and leaving me

humping my hips to his motions. Ooh to feel the pressure of his cum
even through my panties was so erotic. Like a small jet of high
pressure. Several times I felt his seed deposited in my panties. Oh,
what that must, I hope, feel like inside oneself I thought! There was
definitely something exciting about the thought of being bred, and
filled with semen.

Once Barclay had cum he dismounted me and found interest only in

himself. Is this a typical male thing? I of course was off to the
bathroom to finish what Barclay had . . .uhmmm maybe it was I, this
time . . . that started things.

I pulled down the panties and sitting back rubbed the drippings of his
pre-cum over my mounds. I was slippery and very engorged. I went
straight for my clitoris and had an orgasm that rocked my body within
seconds! My whole body shook as my hips uncontrollably quivered my
legs shook and my whole body was flooded with several waves of
pleasure. It was the most intense and rewarding orgasm I had ever
experienced. I was filled for over an hour after that with an intense
warmth and afterglow.

That night I slept like a baby. And I smiled all the next day . .
.especially when I walked or moved.

It was my pleasure to baby-sit my neighbors the Reeses and Barclay

their dog. It was the kids I got paid for, but it was Barclay that made
it a pleasure.

I had been playing with Barclay for about two years now and often
loved to lay on my back in the chair, hike up my panties and slide
Barclay's big penis in-between the moist crotch of my panties - wet
from my masturbation - and slide him along my mounds. There had been
several tense moments over the last year where in my excitement
Barclay had almost slid into me! I was not ready for this yet, though my
curiosity almost had me willing to take that step. I had started
positioning him so that at least part of his ejaculation squirted inside
me.

A couple times I had even masturbated him while I held the tip just
outside my pussy. When he came, he shot as much of his juices as I
could collect inside me. Of course, much of the precum dripped down
my legs and over my labials. To me, this was heaven. However, I would
later learn this was just the beginning.

Tonight, I laid back in the chair and hiked my dress and panties.
Barclay slid lovingly along my mounds and soaked my panties. However,
tonight I pushed him off and leaned my head under his tummy. With my
tongue, I licked the tip of his shaft. Then, I opened my mouth and slid
my lips around him as if sucking on a big lollipop. It was wonderful! As I
tasted him and licked and sucked this new found treat, he began to
hump my mouth. It took some time for me to get insync with him and
not take a beating. I sucked and sucked as his juices flowed. I loved
sliding my lips and tongue over him. The texture and warmth were
erotic beyond description. I held onto his hind thighs as I took him
deep into my mouth. Sucking and licking up every drop of his juices.

As he got close to cumming, I wrapped my mouth firmly around him. He

came, somewhat choking me but I was not going to lose a drop. I
wanted Barclay to feel my lips tightly around him. I gulped and gulped
wanting to have every drop and make Barclay happy. It was my first
time and definitely would not be my last!

I loved these games as I loved my panties being moist, and a new

interest in the nicer lingerie that was now beginning to fit me. With
this interest came another game. I loved to put some of Barclay's cum
on my nipples and then put on my bra. As the stickiness dried or was
absorbed in the material, my nipples rubbed this area as if slightly
glued - as my breasts slid against the cups of the bra. This acted as if
a pair of fingers were always rolling my nipples between them.
Sometimes my nipples would get hard as erasures! And in turn, my clit
begged to be rubbed.

I also learned how I could cross my legs even in the middle of math
class and squeeze my thighs together. There were times when I had
slacks or jeans on and was sitting in the back of the room that I slid
my hand into my lap and carefully rubbed my clit to orgasm.

I was getting to a point that soon I would have no hesitation about

wanting to take Barclay as my first lover! I could trust Barclay and not
have to worry about pregnancy. Oh, I began to think about Barclay and
whether to let him mount me like a true dog or lie under him on my
back and watch him penetrate me!

It was a good thing I kept extra panties and tampons in my locker. I

could not believe how horny I seemed to be almost all the time. I even
found an errant touch in the locker room by another girl electrifying
one day. She was reaching around me to borrow something from my
locker and lost her balance. She ended up leaning against me and
naturally, her hands found my breasts as she tried to keep from falling.
Her hands sliding over my breast and catching on my nipples sent a
shudder through me. For some reason, I found it exciting and not
disgusting. I also began to enjoy more the hugs between friends. With
some girls, I began to have more body contact. Not that anyone
objected, but our hugs seemed to be getting closer. Our legs seemed
to almost always find themselves where a thigh would brush firmly
against you. A hand would seemingly not get out of the way of a breast
in time as we reached around each other. Or, a hand would rub across a
breast as the other girl turned. These were many subtleties that I
began to notice, and enjoy, though at times I think some girls were
oblivious to what they were doing. Hmmmm, or they were very coy.

But Barclay was 'my man' and I knew I would soon be his bitch. It did
not bother me to think like that. I knew I liked this and it was not
hurting anyone. We both were finding great pleasure in our romps.