Chico Series – Chapter 4: Chico Tales – The dangers of keeping a diary

2017 Lesbian sex story: Chico Series – Chapter 4: Chico Tales – The dangers of keeping a diary

Julie placed her hands in a steeple and studied Michelle’s face as the girl stared at the picture of her mother and the mystery woman, both naked with their asses in the air, ready for Chico to decide which one to mount.

“Yes, one of the is your mother,” Julie said with a smile, “and who do you think the other one is?”

“Ummm,” Michelle stammered, studying the photo, “you? …. but how?……. what?…….. where?……. when?”

Julie threw back her head and laughed at her young companion’s bewilderment, “I have known your mother since before you were born, and we have stayed in touch over the years, as we have very similar interests.” Julie continued, “a few years back, while your father was on a business trip and you were away at college, my company had sent me to New York, so I popped up to see your Mum, and she introduced me to Chico.”

“So who took the picture?” Michelle asked, “Dad?”

Julie snorted with laughter, “no not your Dad, he thinks he’s the only person who knows about your Mom and Chico, and that it was his idea to convince your Mom to try it. There’s no easy way to say this, but the reality is, your Mom has been fucking dogs for years.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” asked Michelle, still in a state of shock, thinking about her demure mother, successful attorney, and former President of the P.T.A.

Julie just smirked and shook her head, indicating that she was not kidding all.

“So if Dad didn’t take the picture, who did?” Michelle asked quizzically, still staring at her mom’s bald pussy and spread ass, and Chico’s hungry look in the picture.

“You remember your neighbour, the widow, Mrs Brown, or White, I think.” Julie said, trying to remember the woman’s name, but only recalling it was a colour.

“Mrs Greene?” Michelle yelled out in shock. “Not snobby, old Mrs Greene, who used to walk her pair of pedigree Dalmatians around the neighbourhood with her nose so high in the air it looked like a shark fin?” Michelle’s voice trailed off as she was trying to picture the old woman in a sexual way, “No way! She didn’t … did she?”

Julie smiled like the cat that had ate the canary as she said, “Oh, she most certainly did. Both of them, one right after the other, although it was a closely guarded secret that only your mother and the rest of us in the DS Club knew.”

“DS Club?” Michelle asked.

“Yes, the Dog Shaggers Club,” Julie replied with a giggle, having come up with the club name herself almost 30 years ago, “most have been friends since college and we have shared many things over the years, from boyfriends, to dogs, to boyfriend’s dogs, and have always kept it secret from the men in our respective lives. Over time, the club has grown and decreased as members have come and gone, but we always remained true to each other.”

“Let me guess,” said Michelle sarcastically, “the first rule of DS Club was, ‘you don’t talk about DS Club!’” paraphrasing the famous quote from the movie Fight Club.

“Brilliant!” Julie responded in her lyrically English accent, unaware of the source of the quote, “and the only reason I’m telling you any of this, is that you’re the newest member of the club.”

Michelle started to connect the dots as she looked at Julie’s face, realising now that it had all been an act between her mother and Julie about not knowing each other, and then she got to wonder about how much of what happened was pre planned. Before she could speak however, Julie read her like a book and continued. “Your mother phoned me before you and your Dad arrived, and she told me she was sending Chico over with you, and asked me to look after him for her. She also asked to see if you were similarly inclined, and having witnessed your actions in the kitchen, I knew you were. When the rest of the women at the club saw the latest video of you performing with Chico, they confirmed that you clearly had the fever, and that you were a natural born dog shagger.” Michelle blushed deeply as she realised that her performance on the patio with Chico had been seen by the many women of the DS Club, trying to guess which of her mother’s friends and neighbours were also in the group.

“So if you have known my mother for that long, there must be some juicy tales you can tell me about her past,” Michelle asked, feeling herself get wet at the thought of her prim and proper Mother’s brazen acts of debauchery.

“When she married your father,” Julie reminisced, “I couldn’t attend the wedding, but did attend the hen party the week before, and that was a wild night, a very wild couple of nights indeed.” Julie smiled at seeing her young friend squirm in her chair, simultaneously desiring the gory details of the story, while wishing she did not know this seedy side of her mother’s personal life.

“Please tell me, please tell me,” said Michelle begged in a voice like a child at Christmas, demanding she be allowed to open her presents early, excited about be able to learn something about her mother’s kinky past.

“OK,” said Julie, deliberately drawing out the anticipation, “but before I tell the story, there are some rules to which you must agree.”

Michelle eagerly nodded her head in response.

Julie went on, “first, you don’t breath a word to anyone who is not named in the story.”

“Cross my heart,” Michelle quickly replied, tracing an “X” over her left breast, her nipples clearly visible through her thin top.

“Second,” Julie said, and paused dramatically, watching Michelle’s excitement and impatience clearly growing, before breaking the silence, “for the duration of the story, you will be naked with the dog dildo inside of you, but you may not cum until I give you permission.”

Michelle was so turned on that she shed her clothes in record time, before she realised that her dog dildo was still at home, in her bedroom. She bent to pick up her strewn clothes, so she could dress quickly and run to the house, and physically jumped as Julie barked, “DID I TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD GET DRESSED?”

“But… but..,” stammered Michelle, holding her black yoga pants to her chest in a feeble attempt to cover her body, “I am naked and people might see me when I go back to my house.”

Julie nodded and smiled unsympathetically, “Then it’s best if you are quick about it, unless of course, you don’t want to hear the story.”

Michelle blushed, then peeked around the doorway, scanning Julie’s large back garden. She surveyed the landscape between the two cottages, planning out the fastest route that also provided the most cover, should anyone happen by. Praying that her father hadn’t come home, Michelle ran like a fleet footed deer along her strategic path, darting her head from side to side to make sure she was not seen. When she reached the door of her cottage, she didn’t even bother to listen for her father, and burst into the kitchen and up to her bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as she closed her bedroom door behind her and leaned against it, taking a moment to catch her breath. She made a beeline to bedside table and pulled open the drawer, her small breasts still rising and falling rapidly, as she tried to control her breathing. “FUCK!” she yelled loudly, as she slipped her hand under the pile of panties to the back left corner of the drawer, where the dildo should have been. She started frantically tearing her underwear out of the drawer, until she was standing amid her strewn panties, staring into an empty drawer. She was certain that the last time she used the dog dildo she had carefully hidden back in her top drawer, but now it was gone. In a panic, she emptied the contents of the next drawer down, adding her bras to the multi-coloured pile of undergarments on the floor, again without locating the dildo. She repeated the process with the remaining drawers, until her room looked like a bomb had hit it.

Sobbing with frustration and fear, Michelle was startled by the soft buzz of the secret phone Julie had given her, beckoning to her from under her pillow. She grabbed the phone and clicked on the new message icon, and stared indignantly at the picture of her dog dildo sitting on Julie’s kitchen table above the message, ‘Looking for something? ;)’

“Bitch!” Michelle exclaimed, and the phone buzzed again, as if it heard her.

“I may be a bitch, but I am not YOUR bitch, so you will WALK back to my house SLOWLY… NOW!’

Michelle looked up to the corner of her room where the camera was hidden, and resisted the urge to flip it off. She wrestled with the emotions running through her brain, her feelings for Julie, her desire to know more about the secret side of her mother, and the pure lust that Julie and Chico had unleashed inside her. As she turned toward the door, she felt the wetness between her legs, and reluctantly, yet obediently, opened the door and started the slow walk back to Julie’s kitchen.

About midway between the two cottages, Chico burst out of a bush and ran joyfully towards his Mistress, sniffing and poking his nose into Michelle’s crotch as she walked. Every so often Chico’s tongue would dart out at Michelle’s pussy, trying to lick at her juices that were collecting on her engorged labia, and she couldn’t help herself but to stop and let him have a little lick, unconcerned about who may be watching. By the time she reached Julie’s cottage, Michelle was soaked, and could feel the juices running down her inner thighs. Chico was licking at her frantically, drawn to the strong smell of his young bitch in heat, and he couldn’t understand why she hadn’t yet assumed the position so he could mount her.

Michelle tried turning the handle, but to her surprise, the door was now locked. The yellow sticky note stuck to the door caught her eye, which simply commanded, ‘the veranda.’ Michelle walked around the corner and saw Julie sitting at a wrought iron patio table, sipping tea from a delicate china cup, the pot beside her steaming gently. Gone were the casual sweats & top Julie was wearing when Michelle started her naked odyssey. Julie was now dressed in a manner that Michelle had never seen before. The black leather dress seemed moulded to her body and the multitude of shiny steel zippers which adorned the dress, led Michelle to wonder, ‘if all were undone, would the dress would simply fall to floor in pieces?’