A Molly Interlude

Annie Llewyn had never really been the talk of Des Moines. Yeah, she had a sexual quirk, but so had her mother, Alice. By the time Annie came of age, the friends of the Llewyn family had grown accustomed to the kinky antics from Alice and her daughter.

For Annie’s Sweet 16 party, Alice gave her a 9-month old beagle named Molly. This was the fifth beagle in the Llewyn family — and each one had been named Molly.

All of the Mollys had come from the same breeder, a 62-year old woman outside of Minneapolis named Karla Maxwell. No puppy mills for the Llewyn ladies, thank you very much.

The new Molly cost $7,500, was fully trained to lick pussy, and came with a money-back guarantee. The price — and Alice considered it an investment, a prudent one — included a personal training session for her daughter. Annie would spend a week to ten days up on the Minnesota farm where Maxwell bred, raised, and trained — especially trained — a range of specialty dogs from big-dicked German Shepherds to fuckable little poodles.

Alice and Maxwell looked on fondly as Annie and Molly got to know each other. They play-wrestled, did tug-of-war, ate together, cuddled. Annie would spend her visit in the nude as Maxwell refined Molly’s training to accommodate Annie’s body, to learn her specific needs and pleasures.

Molly was already a skillful pussy-licker — now Maxwell would school her specifically on Annie’s pussy. Molly knew where the clitoris was, but Maxwell still tapped Annie, “Clit, Molly, clit.”

Whenever Annie placed a pillow under her butt, Molly automatically lay down on her tummy between the girl’s thighs. When Annie was wet — excitement and a little slobber — Maxwell would say, “Curl, Molly, curl.”

The beagle, eager to please, would furl her tongue into a cylinder, and inch forward. After the third day, Annie no longer had to hold herself open — Molly could work her semi-rigid tongue in by herself. Annie smiled up at the women and shivered, “It’s so rough, God, I love it.”

When Molly had mastered ‘Clit’ and ‘Curl,’ Maxwell said, “Cunt.” This was Molly’s signal to scoot even closer, open her mouth wide, and stuff her tongue in as far as it could reach. Then she would begin the joyful internal lapping.

Alice was delighted with the birthday present and handed Maxwell an extra $500, “Would you keep Annie another three days? I want her to really bond with Molly before we bring her home.”