all dogs go to heaven annabelle

“I was afraid you were going to say that,” she sighed. “When in Rome, I guess.” I kissed and cuddled her, and we waited. It was worse than she expected, from her pained hiss as it happened, but it was over in only a moment. Plus, I knew just how to make it better! I helped her to her feet and back onto the bed, laying her down and getting between her thighs. God, there was a lot of it! This was the first time I'd ever gotten to taste one of Brucie's entire loads, rather than just tiny bits of it off my fingers, and I dove in eagerly. Daddy wasn't ready to go again yet, so he laid down beside us, he and Mom passionately making out, while he ran his fingers into my hair at the back of my head and held me tightly down into her pussy. God, I loved that! I was happily doing it anyways, but the idea of him making me do it was just so, so hot! She pushed me gently away after the first time I made her cum, so I crawled up and collapsed on her opposite side, snuggling close.

“Thanks, Mom!” I purred, kissing her on her lips. She tried to resist, but only for a second or two before she gave in and started kissing me back. It felt so different, kissing her instead of Daddy! She was softer, more gentle. I liked it... maybe not quite as much as I did Daddy's more forceful style, but still, it felt really good! I kinda regretted it, actually, when I had to pull away, but she deserved to be taken care of, too. I detoured to her breasts on the way down, sucking hungrily on her thick, erect nipples, making her gasp. She moaned, arching her back and running her fingers through my hair, pulling me tighter into her soft, yielding flesh. I couldn't help but giggle at her reaction, and to give her a few teasing little nibbles as well. I wondered, with her titties and nipples both being so much bigger than mine, if that meant they were more sensitive as well? It wasn't something I could directly test, but it sure seemed that way. Then I moved down again, and though her eyes were wide and she was nervously biting her lip, she opened her thighs eagerly enough. I made myself go slow, teasing and exploring, savouring my first ever experience with a pussy other than my own. She tasted good, just like I did, only maybe a little more concentrated and strong. That was probably just because I could only taste myself on my fingers or Daddy's cock, I figured, never directly from the source. I started getting more into it, kissing and sucking, flicking and playing with her lips with the tip of my tongue. She was quite a bit meatier than I was, which I kinda liked; it meant I could really pull and nibble on them, which she really seemed to love.

Towards the middle of the semester, Mrs. B. devised an assignment where we had to act out a soliloquy from any Shakespeare play. I chose Marc Antony’s “Friends, Romans, Countrymen” speech from Julius Caesar. As we had to be in costume for extra credit, I brought a flat sheet to school to fashion into a toga of sorts. There was a supply closet in the front of the room where people could change. Boys would pretend to peek in the closet when girls were changing. There wasn’t much to see for the most part, as girls might throw a long night gown over their clothes to play Juliet. The door locked on the outside when closed completely, so the few kids with major changes could do so with some privacy.