Chapter 3

Classes all day were very slow, Math, History, English, Religion, Science, PE all crept by. The only thing I thought about all day was what could I use and what may be in the work shed that I could use and stick in me that may give me that wonderful feeling again. Even in the classrooms I saw all kinds of things I wanted to try and use. Especially in Science class, we have glass tubes I kept thinking that some would fit, but they seemed to be so thin. But there are some nice fat ones also. A couple other things that caught my eyes, when we went to Chapel I saw the candles. For the first time I saw them as objects for pleasure. I saw some that I just knew would give pleasure if I could get my hands on them. I just knew they would just fit perfect.

I know my mind was where it should not have been, I had that feeling on my mind, I wondered what it would feel like to have Judy or Mary licking me. Oh I bet the tongue would be softer that my finger. Walking out to the shed I could hear Mr. Johnson's dog was barking, we are all afraid to get to close to Mr. Johnson's stuff because of his big dog. It is a Collie and his name I think is Buster. Sister told me I was to work in the rear flower garden, to use the hand hoe, and take the weeds out. I know the hands tools are on the side of the shed, but I wanted to go inside and look around. Buster did not scare me with his barking, we made friends about a year ago when I first got here, in fact I would run off and hide just talking to him. He was a good listener and friend. I wanted some privacy and I knew I would have it there. That is if Mr. Johnson was not there. But being the maintenance man, he was always working in the building. And the last time I saw him today he was in the boiler room working.

Going in the shed door I saw Buster, Mr. Johnson had him tied up, he knows that we girls have to from times to time go in the shed for shovels and other stuff when he was not around. And if Buster were loose, most of the girls would not go inside because they were afraid of him. I was very happy to see Mr. Johnson was not in here. I walked over to Buster and squatted down and gave him a big hug. He was wagging his tail so hard; his whole body was moving. He licked my face and wined as if he was telling me how happy he was to see me. Hugging him I said, "Hi Buster, how have you been boy, look, you lay down, I have to find something" I got up and saw all the tools lying around, lots of things caught my eyes. First were all the smooth wooden screwdrivers of all sizes, then the different handles on the hand tools.

I picked up this one screwdriver with the perfect size handle; it was fat at one end and then smaller and smooth. It looked the size of the small cucumber I used, and maybe a little bigger than my hairbrush handle. The only chair in the shed was at Mr. Johnson's desk; I really had no idea about positions or different ways to do my self at the time, so far every time used the cucumber and the hairbrush I was sitting down. I walked past Buster who was laying down watching me and sat on the edge of the chair; I opened my legs, lifted my skirt, and started rubbing myself. Buster lay there looking at me. I had been waiting all day for this, and it did not take much to make that wonderful pleasure too rise up and take me away. When the first wave hit, I could not move my fingers fast enough. I slid first one then two fingers in myself, I did something different this time, and it felt great, as I pulled my fingers out I slid them up my wet gash up over my little button that was so sensitive. Then I ran them back down and inside. Wow, did that ever feel good. I closed my eyes and went away in pure pleasure wave after wave of marvelous pleasure made my body shake. It was time for that handle, I opened my eyes and Buster was standing right in front of me. He was watching me, and he cocked his head to the side. I said "watch me Buster, watch me, it feels good, to bad your a dog, you don't know what your missing" I brought the handle to my hole and it slid in so easy, and the way the handle was, I could feel myself open and close around it. As I would move it in and out, that sensation in it self-made it feel even better than with a straight handle. I could feel the lips of myself trying to grip the handle as it slid and made the opening expand, then as it got to the smaller part I could feel my hole relaxing.

Something I discovered doing this was on one stroke when I was pulling it out, it came all the way out, and I went to pull it back into my self, well the sensation I got when it came out and my hole closing, well when I pulled it back in. It made my hole open up faster than I expected. It gave me such a thrill, Oh wow, was it ever a thrill, and I wanted it again. I started to pull it all the way out and then pausing a few seconds and then pulling it deep inside me in one stroke. I could feel my hole expand and contract with the handle. It was the very best feeling I had experienced to that point. I could hear the sound of a plopping sound as the handle came out and suck a slurping sound as it slid in and out. My body shook, my eyes rolled around in my head, sweat was poring out of my entire body, my mind was burning, my breathing was fast and hard. It was like a never-ending fast ride. I could not go on, my arm was tired, my opening was getting sore, after one of the most intense shuddering experience, I pulled it out and dropped it on the floor, I laid my head back, and rested.

I felt buster licking my feet and it felt good, he in the past would lick me as I rubbed his ears. His tongue was cool and wet. I just closed my eyes and relaxed. Buster started licking up my sweaty legs that also felt good, he licked my inner thighs, and licked off all the sweat. His tongue kept going up my thigh, the higher he licked the better it felt. All of a sudden, I wanted to feel him lick my gash, I wanted to feel his tongue on my gash, on my hole and most of all, I wanted to feel his tongue on that little button that made me feel so great. When his tongue finely reached my gash my body was starting to shake again. When his tongue started to go inside my hole, I felt like my head was spinning. I could feel his tongue up inside, up inside my hole. I mean it was deep. I started to push against his tongue; I pushed forward and slid off the chair onto the floor. Buster never stopped licking; I wanted to get back up on the chair. It was hard to get up, Buster was licking me so good, and my body would not stop shaking. Struggling I managed to get one hand up on the seat and I started to pull myself up. I slipped again and fell back down, this time

I accidentally spun myself around and ended up on my face. Buster was sort of startled by this, and backed away for a moment. I started to push myself up and Buster put his head under my skirt and was licking me again. I realized that in this position, his tongue went even deeper, and in this position, he would once and awhile lick my butt hole. When he licked me there, he was forcing his tongue in my butt hole and it felt good. His tongue was not soft, it felt prickly, and it felt as he had tiny little bumps that made every thing feel even more intense. I reached down and when he was licking and running his tongue in my butt hole, I started rubbing my little bud. Oh how can I describe the feeling, I don't know how. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. And I loved it. My body kept shaking and I had no control over it, my hips moved my legs just shook. And I could not get enough of this feeling. I felt Buster stop, and I wanted to cry out no, then he was on me. I wanted him off of me, I wanted him to lick me, I felt this thing all wet hitting me in my butt cheeks, when what ever it was slid right in my butt hole, I have no idea, what Buster was doing, but it started to feel real good to me. I stopped trying to get him off of me, and I laid my head down to look under me, I wanted to see what was happening if I could.

All I could see was his rear legs and I felt his front legs locked around me holding me tight. I started to feel a new sensation, one I knew I liked, it came from deep inside my tummy, and spread very fast up my spine, to my brain. My body shook and shook and shook. I felt like something was making my butt hole stretch, yet at the same time my whole bottom throbbed with this most wonderful feeling. I felt this thing slamming into me so fast, so hard, what ever it was that buster had in me started to get bigger, and I think longer, it started to hurt, and in a very strange way, started to make it feel different, not a bad different, a good different. Oh how great a good different. I could not catch my breath; I was gasping for air as my body shook. I felt Buster thing inside me start to throb, and when it did, I felt real warm deep inside my tummy, my body stopped shaking and I noticed so did busters. After a few minutes he hopped off of me and laid back down I fell tot he floor and watched as he licked this big purple thing between his rear legs. Funny, I don't remember ever seeing that thing there before, yet here he was licking it. I was fascinated as I watched him lick his thing and after a long time, it started to get smaller, and smaller, the smaller it got, it started to change from a dark purple to a pretty ping thing.

Finely it disappeared into his belly, well a furry tube that hung from him covered it, but I could not see the pink thing any longer. I can't believe I am admitting to this, but I wanted him to do it again only this time I wanted him to put that thing in the hole in my gash, something told me it would even feel better there. I got up off the floor, sat in the chair, opened my legs and called Buster; I wanted to feel him lick me some more. Buster looked at me, and went back to licking himself. I heard voices outside the shed. I jumped up, smoothed out my skirt, and acted like I was looking for a hand shovel just in case who ever it was out side the shed decided to walk in.

Buster also heard them and he started to bark he barked loud and long until they left. I walked to him, petted his head, and said "good boy, good boy" he started to sniff and his head went under the front of my skirt. I knew where I wanted him to lick so I opened my legs as much as I could with out falling down. He licked me right where I wanted him to. Oh it was so good, I felt like I was on fire between my legs, I was throbbing, and it was so wonderful. I stood there, my body stared it's shaking again and my breathing started to get hard again. God did I ever love this. I forced myself to try and turn around. I wanted to get on my hands and knees again. I wanted Buster to put his thing in the hole of my gash.

I tried to turn but Buster would not stop licking, I finely stepped over his back all the time he kept licking. I got down on my knees and he jumped on me again just like I wanted him to. I felt his thing hitting my cheeks again, and I reached under my belly grabbed it and brought it to my hole. I felt it stab me a few times and then all of a sudden, it hit, buster slammed it hard and deep, I was surprised as to how fast Buster went his thing was slamming into me so hard and fast it made me shudder. I started that shaking again and throbbing. I could feel his thing starting to swell up and get longer. It was better than before, much better, so much better. I wanted to yell I wanted to scream. I wanted this feeling never to stop. Buster some how brought me to a peak of the most wonderful feeling I have ever had, and just as I got there, His thing started to throb again and I felt all warm as something came out of his thing inside me. My hole was so stretched; it hurt, after the wonderful feeling started to fade away, a different feeling started. It was pain; all of a sudden the hole in my gash was hurting. Buster pulled back from me and I felt the worse pain I ever felt in my life, I heard a plopping sound and then no more pressure. I looked at buster and I saw this huge round thing way up on his thing. I knew then that it was the cause of my pain.

One thing about that, it took all the desire from me. I did not want to touch it; I did not want to think of sticking anything in me ever again. I did not want that pain ever again. I got to my feet, checked my skirt and blouse, I was filthy, my white blouse had dirt all over it, and my skirt had dirt all over it. I knew I would get in trouble with the Sisters if they saw my messy cloths. I brushed myself off as good as I could and looked around the yard. No one was around; I quickly made it out of the shed, and made my way to the laundry room. I made sure no one saw me. I grabbed a blouse and skirt that fit and went in the tunnel to change. Once in the tunnel, I decided to go see if Judy and Mary were there today. I made my way to the stage and I heard them. I got up behind them and watched as they played with each other and used the cucumber and carrot again. I was sore as could be. I was not tempted to touch my self, but I wanted to watch. I told myself that it was to bad they were afraid of buster, that he had something that was better than the cucumber and carrot.

They left, and I went around to the couch, I pulled out the cucumber and brought it to my mouth. It had the most wonderful taste. And smell. Almost like fish, yet a little different. I decided to take it with me and put it in the pocket of my skirt. I walked up to my bay before supper and put it under my pillow. All through supper and vespers, I could feel my bottom sore, when it was time to go to bed, my bottom was not sore, but I was not going to do anything to bring it back. After prayers and the lights went out, I laid on my back, thinking over the day. From the morning using the hairbrush, to the screwdriver handle and of course Buster. I don't know what made me do it, but I slid my hands down between my legs. I found my little bud, and found it was not sore. I rubbed it ever so slowly and after a very long time I was able to make myself feel good again. I drifted off to sleep. When I slept I dreamed of Buster, of Mary licking me, Of Judy using the cucumber in me as she licked me. When I woke up my hand was between my legs and I had two fingers in my very wet hole. It was still dark and no one was awake yet. I reached under my pillow and got the cucumber, I got out of bed and went to the toilet stall. Closing the door I sat down and slid it in my hole. I expected it to hurt and I did not care. To my surprise, it did not hurt or for that matter feel uncomfortable. In fact it felt real good. So good that I started to forget where I was, I started to get noisy, I did not realize it, but I was talking to Buster telling him "to do it, give it to me, faster, faster"