Tales of Laney R

Romantic Memories of Laney R. (first in a series)

By Rodgerthedodger

MffBest Winsome young Laney R. her best friend, her next door neighbor and his dog who she helps out; then He “helps” her out learning of joys in life! A true story.

It was innocent enough, that is, in the beginning. Later I lost my innocence and found sexual pleasures beyond my dreams. My next door neighbor, Jim, was away from home. “Would I help with his garden and his dog while he was gone?” Of course, I would. What are neighbors for? So after school I attended to his garden and his dog, did my homework at his kitchen table, and learned about life as it turned out: some of life’s joys that still turn me on after these years.

I was at a special age, 16, the age of consent in England. And lived in a rural area of Cambridgeshire. I didn’t know to what I was supposed to ‘consent’ to but that was the law. Even so, I was at 16, an innocent, winsome lass. Petite, pretty, blond, perky breasts in their early budding. I was proud of my shape and looks. I had learned about some sexual things earlier when riding and straddling a very large horse. There was some bleeding; my Mum took me to her doctor. It was the first time I had fingers in my fanny; it’s what I called it then, an exciting, nervous time with my naked privates being examined, and, yes, probed by a man; even though he was Mum’s doctor his fingers started me going. My breath got short and I closed my eyes, letting out an audible gasp. I wonder if Mum had heard me. I covered my mouth as I took another deep breath. I looked at the doctor and he smiled and removed his fingers. He had started something and I didn’t want his fingers gone.

Later that night, in bed, I used a hairbrush handle to finish what the “naughty” doctor had started. I wondered if he knew the fire he lit in me. I had never known that first a horse, then a doctor’s fingers, and then, finally, later that night under my bed covers, that a hairbrush would make my legs shake and my body come alive; finishing what the doctor had started. It was an exploding pleasure and I wanted more. Not horses or, maybe not doctors, but hairbrushes or other things! I was learning some exciting things in life but there was more to come, as I am telling you. After the doctor visit I got ‘more’ every chance I had with hairbrushes and other things.

But, back to the story of my neighbor, Jim. That first day after school I went inside his house and fed the dog. I did a little gardening and then sat at the kitchen table to do my homework. It was quiet that afternoon, just the clock ticking and the dog licking at his water bowl. I looked over at him and began my studies. After awhile, doggie came over and sat near my legs, his tongue out and panting. I looked down at him, a little pink tip of his cock was sticking out of his sheath! I had never seen a cock before, or any other for that matter except Dad’s by accident, only the quickest glimpse mind you, once or twice when he was in the loo. But doggie, uninhibited, sat there, panting and the tip of his doggie dick pulsing out of its sheath. It was fascinating to watch and I put down my pencil. It was like he was smiling at me, showing off his manhood. Then he licked my ankle several times. I must have tasted good as he kept licking and with each lick his dick seemed to grow. An amazing thing to watch and his warm tongue on my ankle felt good.

I reached down and petted his head: “Good dog,” I said as he continued his licks and I went back to my homework. But not for long. It was stupid and wrong but that doggie tongue was arousing my fanny. Speaking of words, my girlfriends and I would talk about boys and things and dirty words, as we called them, including the word “fanny.” My best girlfriend, Varda, laughed when I told her what the doctor had done to my “fanny.” “Silly!” she had said, “that’s such an old word. We call our private parts different things now. Words like ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt or cunny’ and ‘minge,’ even “‘vagina!’” By whatever word it was a special and exciting part for me indeed. I was getting an education in many ways.

Anyway, what I called my privates was the farthest thing from my mind as doggie was concentrating his tongue on my leg and now my calf. He was arousing me. It was naughty, I knew that much, but it felt good and I began to tingle and then I didn’t want him to stop. He wasn’t satisfied with my ankle and calf and started farther up my leg and sniffing loudly, a little whine. I knew I was getting moist and he must have caught my scent. Then I came to reality and pushed him down. He wouldn’t take that push as any answer and climbed up, nosing under my short purple school skirt to the source of that scent. I pushed at him again but my body was saying ‘No don’t push him off. It feels good. He wants more. Let him have more.’

There were quiet noises in Jim’s kitchen, the clock ticking, the sound of the dog’s tongue on me, his lap, lap, lapping and my breathing, taking deep breaths.