The Start of a Bad Day; the Beginning of a Good Year

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Fa/ft, Consensual, BiSexual, Fiction, Group Sex, Interracial, Black Female, Black Male, White Female, First, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: A dog bit her in front of my house. It didn't begin well, but the end was pretty spectacular.

I was sitting at my desk writing a story for my own entertainment. It was about three thirty in the afternoon and I began hearing a dog bark across the street. That's what dogs do, so I didn't think much about it. Suddenly I heard a scream out on the sidewalk in front of my house. I occasionally hear small children screaming outside but they're playing and that's what small children do when they play. This scream was different. It was about pain and fear and it made me shoot out of my chair and hurry the ten feet or so to the front door. I looked out and there was a young girl fighting with a dog on the sidewalk. The dog was the pit bull that lives across the street. She lives in a fence but apparently she had escaped and had attacked the girl. The girl had on shorts, running shoes and a tank top. She had an iPod and it looked like she had been jogging. That must have triggered some instinct in the dog and it had attacked. It had her by the forearm and I could see that she was bleeding.

I keep a small baseball bat beside the front door to repel unwelcome visitors and I snatched it up. I hurried outside and gave the dog a whack in the ribs. The damned thing let go of the girl's arm and bit me on the calf. It hurt like hell and I gave it another whack. This time I hit in in the head as hard as I could and it collapsed. The owner from across the street was hurrying over.

"What the hell did you do to my dog?" he shouted.

"The question you should be asking is what the hell your dog did to me and this girl," I told him. "You're going to be lucky if you don't get sued. Get this thing off my sidewalk and yourself too."

I turned my back to him and helped the girl inside. "We need to get you cleaned up, honey," I told her. "Both of us need to see a doctor. Dog bites are nasty. We'll get an infection if we don't. Dogs have bad things on their teeth."

I got first aid stuff and cleaned up her arm and my leg. I took a couple of pictures in case we needed them and wrapped up our wounds. We went out and got in my car. She was still crying. I suspect her arm hurt as bad as my calf did. I petted her a little and she calmed down. "I'm so sorry," I told her. "We'll get fixed up at the emergency room. I don't even know your name, honey."

"I'm Courtney Leavett," she said. "Thanks for saving me from that dog. I thought it was going to tear my arm off. It jumped right at my face and I just put my arm up by instinct. I run by there every day and I've never seen it before."

"I'm Osmund Clancy," I told her. "You can call me Oz."

"I know who you are," she said. "I've seen you keeping time at track meets. I pole vault. Plus, you're kind of a legend on the girls track team. I've seen your name all over the women's track record board. Plus, you're the only black woman that lives in our town. That makes you kind of special."

"You mean like riding the short bus?"

That made her laugh and the tears were over. She was a cute little thing, not much over five feet. My five nine dwarfed her, but she had a nice little package going on. She had long, glossy brown hair and dark skin with big brown eyes. I don't think the skin was naturally dark, but she had a nice tan. We pulled up at the emergency room and helped each other in. My leg hurt like hell and she told me her arm did too. It was a small emergency room so we didn't have to wait long. Cortney was eighteen so we didn't have any trouble getting her treated. She called her mom and told her what had happened. She told her that she was fine and I was taking care of her. She wanted to take off work and come down but Courtney told her she was fine and would see her when she got home from work.

They put us in beds that were separated by a curtain and I heard her tell the nurse that she wanted to be able to see me. The nurse asked her if she was sure and she was. When they took the curtain back she smiled over at me. "Hi," she said. "I think we're neighbors."

I laughed. "Tell me about Courtney while we wait to be tortured," I said.

She told me she was a senior, she went to the career center half the day for nursing and she wanted to be a Physician's Assistant. She was good at the pole vault, but not good enough to make state last year. She had a boyfriend, but didn't know if she was going to keep him. She was the president of her class and planned to go to the local junior college when she graduated in two months. She asked me what I did and I told her I was a writer. She asked me if what kind of writing I did. I told her that I had published three fiction books. It turned out that she had read two of them, but since I write under a pen name she didn't know it was me. I told her I also wrote erotic fiction, mostly for my own amusement, but several of my stories were online.

She was very intrigued about that. I gave her the website where I keep them and she told me she was going to read them.

"They're very explicit," I warned her. "You may be shocked."

"I like being shocked," she said. We didn't talk any more about that because the doctor came in and looked us over. We both got several anesthetic shots and they probed around, trying to clean the puncture wounds. We both got stitches and they cut us loose with prescriptions for pain medication, antibiotics and steroids. I kidded her about performance enhancing drugs and she laughed. She could get around a lot better than me since her damage was on her arm and she let me lean on her on the way to the car. Luckily, it was my left leg so I could drive. It was six thirty by the time we got out and I asked her if she wanted to grab a burger. She did, but she didn't have any money with her. I told her it was on me since she got bit on my sidewalk. That made her laugh and she agreed. We talked girl stuff while we ate. She asked me if I was married or had a boyfriend. I told her I didn't really have a boyfriend. I had a couple of fuck buddies. One was a man and one was a woman. She looked a little shocked at that, but she didn't say anything.

When we finished our burgers I took her home. Her mom came out to the car and she was very grateful when she heard the story. She was an older version of Courtney. Her hair was dyed blonde and she had that same tight little body as her daughter. Her name was Cloe and she owned a hair salon. She offered to do my hair for free. I asked her if she was any good at afros and she laughed. "No, I don't get much of a chance to work on black hair, but I'd like to try." Courtney came and leaned in the window. She hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"Would you care if I came over sometime?" she asked. "Do you know anything about pole vault?"

I didn't but I know about running and I told her I could probably help her with her approach. I had done some high jumping, long jump and triple jump. She promised to text me and see when I wasn't busy. Her lips were close to my ear and she whispered. "I'm going to read your stories," where her mom couldn't hear.

Sure enough, she texted me on Friday and asked if I was busy Saturday evening. I had a date, but I wasn't crazy about the guy or the idea of going out with him anyway. I'll go out with nearly anyone once. This was the second time he had asked me and I wasn't feeling the vibe. I called him and canceled. He wasn't too happy so I told him to fuck off permanently. I texted Courtney and asked her if she would eat dinner with me. She sent me a smiley face and I started thinking about what would happen. One of my favorite fantasies is about fucking a white teenage girl. Courtney was what I had in mind when I fingered my pussy to orgasm that night. I realized it was probably just a fantasy. She was probably completely straight. She wouldn't be interested in a 27 year old black woman anyway. The thought of that sweet little face and those firm little teenage titties made my pussy so wet I had to change the sheets.

She came over around five and I had dinner set to be ready at five thirty. She sat at the bar in the kitchen and chattered while I put the finishing touches on. She was a very vocal girl and I loved hearing the sound of that sweet little voice. She told me about school and how her nursing program was going. I gave her the plot of my latest book and she couldn't wait to read it. We sat at the kitchen table and ate. I asked her if she wanted a glass of wine. She wasn't old enough, but I don't give a shit about that. It's always seemed to me like kids old enough to vote, get married and be drafted should be old enough to drink if they want to. She took the wine and we ate. She poured refills about two thirds through dinner and again before dessert. She was a little giggly when we took our hot fudge brownies to the sofa. She had a little drip of chocolate on her chin when we finished the brownies. I reached out and wiped it off with my thumb. I caressed her cheek and she smiled up at me. Her skin was baby soft under my fingers. I licked off the chocolate, making a little production out of it.

She was blushing and I wondered why. "I read some of your stories," she said. "I've never read anything like that in my life. There were several types of stories I liked. Some were too violent for me. They just seemed like they were designed to make people cum as quickly as possible. The ones I liked the best were where people realized some hidden desire they always had but were too afraid to explore. Do you really do the things you write about?"

"No, most of them are just fantasies," I told her. "I do want to do all of them that don't involve violence. The rape stuff is just for a good wank."

"I'm a little confused," she said. "A lot of your stories seem like they involve girl on girl stuff. Are you a lesbian, Oz?"

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