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Helen answered the door, to find her school friend TD at the door, wearing his trademark red baseball cap. "Hi, T.D.!" she said excitedly.

"Hey, Helen. Is Martha home?" The boy peeked past her, glancing left and right for any sign of the yellow dog.

"Uh...well, yes," Helen replied, not sure what to make of this. She really liked hanging out with T.D., and he really liked hanging out with Helen. Or so she'd thought. Now the curly-haired blonde boy was ignoring her.

"Cool," he said. "Listen, I was just wondering if Martha could come over to my house to play this afternoon."

"Martha?" Helen asked, wondering why she wasn't the one being invited. Sure, Martha was a talking dog, but T.D. hadn't really shown much interest in the chubby little canine before.

"Yeah. Could you ask her?"

"I guess so..." Helen said, leaving the door open as she walked into the living room. "MARTHA!" she called, and the yellow dog came running.

"What is it, Helen?" Martha asked, panting slightly as she entered the room. But when she saw T.D. she said, "Oh, T.D.!"

Before Helen could say anything, T.D. waved at Martha and said, "Wanna come over to my house and play?"

"Do I!?" Martha yipped, brushing past Helen so fast the young girl spun in place. "Yes, I do."

By the time Helen had stabilized herself, Martha was already out the door, and the two were halfway through the front yard. Blinking, Helen called through the door, "Don't forget to be back by supper, Martha!" Helen closed the door, shaking her head.

"What a strange day!" she exclaimed. "Oh well, at least this time Martha won't be able to interrupt me and Skits."

* * * * *

"Yeah, so I looked up some things on the internet last night, when when my parents were expecting me to be asleep," T.D. told Martha as they entered his house together.

Martha looked around nervously, knowing that by 'expecting', T.D. meant that his parents wanted him to be asleep. "Not so loud. What if your parents hear?"

"Don't worry. They're still at work for a couple hours." T.D. walked upstairs to his bedroom, Martha following closely behind.

"What did you learn?" she asked.

T.D. closed the bedroom door. "So much I can barely keep it all straight. Turns out what we were doing is somehow related to reproduction."

"What's reproduction?" Martha asked, short ears flopping as she cocked her head.

T.D. sat down on the edge of the bed and started taking off his shirt. "Reproduction is when a lady has a baby. But it's more than that. She needs a man, too, to get pregnant."

Martha yipped, "Oh, I know that one. Mrs. Lorraine's stomach got really big when she was pregnant with Jakey! Wait a minute..."

T.D. looked down at Martha expectantly. He was expecting her to say something.

"Am I going to get pregnant!?" she gasped.

T.D. laughed. "No, that's not how it works, silly."

"Phew!" Martha exclaimed. "I don't think I'm ready for that! But...how does it work?"

T.D. scratched his head. "Well, to be honest, the websites were more concerned about sex with dogs than reproduction. I'm pretty sure you can only have babies if you're married."

Martha sat down, wagging her tail. She'd never learned so much! "What's sex?"

T.D. began to unbutton his orange cargo shorts. "It's kind of like what we did yesterday. Do you want to try it, Martha?" he asked eagerly.

"Sure!" Martha cried. "I really liked the taste of your penis."

Sliding off his pants, T.D. laughed. "Well, it's going to be a little different this time. But first, no one online calls it a penis, okay?" Pulling his tighty-whities off, T.D. pointed to his penis and continued, "This is my cock or my dick. And you aren't going to lick it again, I've got to push it into your pussy."

"My what!?" Martha asked, shocked despite having no idea what a pussy was.

"That's what they call a girl's vagina."

"A pussy? But I'm a dog, not a cat!" Martha noted.

"Hey, I don't make the rules, Martha. If you want, you can call it your cunt instead," T.D. said, now sitting naked at the edge of his bed. "Now hop up here," he added, patting the bed.

"Cunt," Martha said, testing it out. She wagged her tail and said, "Yeah, I like that better." She hopped up on the bed and looked at T.D. expectantly. "What now?"

"Good girl, Martha!" T.D. praised. "Now roll over."

Martha gave the boy a dry look. "Is that some kind of dog joke?"

"No, no, I promise it isn't!" he laughed. "Trust me, they said there were a couple of ways to do this with a dog, and this one is the most comfortable."

"Well, alright," she said, flopping over onto her back. She blinked when T.D. began to crawl between her legs, his penis already full and hard. "Uh, what are you doing? And why is your pe - your cock so hard already?"

T.D. put a hand on Martha's belly, making her kick reflexively as he slid it down between her legs. "How else am I going to stuff it in your cunt?" His eyes were locked on the soft mound of flesh in question, cupping his hand over her pussy.

For some reason, her folds had been getting bigger and softer recently, which was good, since she couldn't see how he'd ever fit in there. "Seems to me like it would be..." Martha gulped, "easier if your dick were smaller."

T.D. rubbed her pink spade, and Martha gasped, suddenly feeling light-headed. Was this how Helen had felt when Skits had licked her? "Ohhhhh," she groaned.

"Not if I get you wet first," he explained. "Then I'll just slip right in."

"Um...how are you going to do that?" she said in a hush.

"The internet said something about jelly, but we're out of strawberry jam. So they said I could just lick you...down there."

Remembering what Helen had looked like under Skit's tongue, Martha wagged her tail eagerly. "Ooh...do that!"

T.D. slid off the bed to his knees, leaning over the foot of the bed to grab Martha by the hind legs and pull her closer. Martha was shivering, but she didn't feel cold. The boy gazed down at her cunt, and said, "It's so much better in real life than in the pictures. God, Martha... Here goes!"

The yellow dog watched with dropped jaw as T.D. lowering his face between her legs, his nose touching her first, just above her trembling pussy. A moment later, his lips touched hers, and she shivered when his warm, wet tongue poked out and tickled her puffy folds. Martha wanted to close her legs and hide in a corner, and she wanted to spread them wider and push her rump in his face at the same time. Instead, she just stayed put and moaned, "Oh, T.D.!"

He pulled her legs apart, starting to slather his tongue up and down her mound. Her pussy was so soft and puffy that he couldn't stop himself, licking deeper and harder until Martha let out a high-pitched whine. "What's wrong?" T.D. asked, nervously.

"Don't stop!" was all she managed to say, mostly speechless for once.

T.D. licked even harder the second time, starting to push his tongue between her tight folds. He knew he had to get her insides wet, too. He plunged inside, finding the salty taste strangely pleasant.

The part of Martha that wanted to run and hide had vanished, leaving only the Martha that wanted to push back. So that's what she did, spreading her legs apart and lifting her rump into T.D.'s face. Her wagging tail thumped against the boy's hairless chest.

T.D. started to salivate even more, his wet lips pressed tightly up against her cunt while his tongue probed deeper and deeper. His sloppy kiss only got messier, but that was exactly what he wanted - his drool spilling down and coating her tight, virgin pussy. "Oh, T.D.," she gasped. "That feels...so..."

Before she could finish her sentence, T.D. pulled out of her, licking his lips. Her sopping wet pussy lay beneath him, and he was more than ready. He climbed onto the bed, crawling over Martha until his thick cock pointed straight down at her cunt. Putting his hands on Martha's shoulders, the young boy said, "Are you ready, Martha?"

Martha dropped her jaw, looking up at him. Her tail wagged with a mind of its own, slapping him between the thighs. Gazing down her ample belly (too much alphabet soup!), she saw where her pussy bounced up and down, desperate to be filled, only inches away from T.D.'s waiting cock. The yellow mutt had never been more ready for sex. "Yes...!" she gasped.

The boy leaned forward until the tip of his cock pushed up against her slippery opening, making Martha whimper and moan. T.D. had hardly been able to sleep, waiting for this moment, and waiting for school had been a nightmare.. Now that the time had finally arrived, he was tired of waiting.

Thrust!

T.D. slammed his cock deep into Martha's wet, tender pussy. He didn't know that your first time was supposed to be something special, or that you weren't supposed to lose your virginity to a dog. He just knew what felt good, and Martha's tight cunt squeezing around his throbbing dick felt great!

Martha couldn't care less about her virginity, giving it up with a loud yip! She just wanted to try new things, and this was about as new as it gets! T.D. was right, with a little wetness, her slippery cunt spread easily apart for the boy's firm cock, and she was more than roomy enough to fit his adolescent size. Tucking her paws against her chest, Martha moaned and bucked her hips up and down.

"Oh, God, Martha..." he groaned, wrapping his arms around her back to hold himself deep inside of her as he pumped in and out of the tight, yellow dog.

"Ahhh! AHHHHH!" she cried, unable to form words (amazingly). She'd never felt anything like this, except a few minutes earlier when he'd been licking her cunt. Now she knew what T.D. and Helen had been feeling when they lost control, moaning wordlessly. Martha liked it - she liked it a lot. Tail wagging furiously, she trembling and rocked, squeezing down hard around the boy's cock.

"Oh...Martha..." he gasped. "I'm gonna cum!"

Martha blinked. 'Come' had a very specific meaning to the yellow dog, and it certainly didn't make sense while having sex, with how tightly clasped he and she had become. Panting, she managed to stammer, "W-what's that?"

T.D.'s embrace tightened, hugging her so hard it hurt as he groaned, "This!"

He slammed in deep, making Martha yelp. Splurt!

Martha could feel T.D.'s cock shaking inside of her, followed by a wet gush of something or other. She didn't really care - the growing heat inside of her had reached critical mass, and when the boy's dick spread her wet, puffy lips wide, she howled. Good thing Mr. and Mrs. Kennelly weren't home!

For a few, precious moments they were together, stiff and trembling. Then the young couple began shuddering together, moaning and squeezing with every muscle in their bodies. T.D. grasped Martha tightly around her broad midsection, groaning loudly and twitching deep inside her. Martha wrapped her paws around the boy's smooth back as best she could, tail wagging like an airplane propeller as she howled and clenched down around his spasming cock.

It seemed like forever, but soon T.D. collapsed, exhausted, on top of Martha, gasping for breath. Martha just whimpered and panted, tongue dangling sideways out of her mouth. When their eyes met, T.D. laughed and said, "God, you're beautiful, Martha!"

Before she could speak (as she surely wanted to), T.D. leaned forward with his mouth open, planting a strange sort of kiss on the end of her muzzle. Martha had to think back to some of the movies Mr. and Mrs. Lorraine sometimes watched - romantic comedies? - and tilted her head, pushing her tongue between T.D.'s lips. They each made muffled moans as they kissed frantically, Martha stuffing the young boy's mouth with her wide, wet tongue.

Finally, they were done, panting with chests heaving, feeling surprisingly warm, wet, and sticky. Martha whined as the boy pulled his dick out of her with a gentle pop! followed by a small dribble that she could feel spilling down her tail. "Oh, T.D., that was...stupendous!"

T.D. swiped a finger across the dog's leaking cunt, holding a white glob of jelly out to her. "This is cum. It, uh..."comes" through my cock when I'm cumming."

Martha looked down her wide belly. "So there's more of this inside of me? Maybe that's where babies come from!"

"Yeah, I think you're right - this must be why you need a man for reproduction. But only if we were married," T.D. added, when Martha looked up at him worriedly.

Martha nodded, then licked T.D.'s finger clean. "Tastes good, too!"

He knelt at the edge of the bed, smiling stupidly at the chubby dog. His dick was soft again, so Martha whimpered, "What's wrong? I want to do that again!"

"Oh, God, me too, Martha..."

"Then do it!" she squealed, spreading her legs and giving her hips a little shake.

The boy nodded, pushing his half-swollen cock up against her leaking hole. He used his hand to help guide it in, but as soon as he'd pushed the tip between her lips, before Martha could even get into it, T.D. groaned and pulled back. "Ohhh, it still hurts, Martha. They mentioned this online, but...I hoped it wouldn't be so bad."

"Hurts? What's wrong?"

"I can't do it again tonight," he explained. "My cock is still too sore from the sex."

"But I want to do it again!" she whined.

"I know, Martha, but you'll have to wait for tomorrow so -"

"A whole day!?" the yellow dog gasped.

T.D. chuckled. "How about tomorrow morning? My parents always leave for work a half-hour before the bus comes. If we hurry..."

"I'll be there! I promise. But first," she said dramatically, "I have to go home and eat supper."

* * * * *

Martha scratched and whined at the door, but unlike most dogs, she could go further than that. She opened her mouth and said, "HELEN, let me ouuuuut!"

The little girl came running. "I'm still getting ready - and why are you at the front door? I don't have time to take you for a walk, Martha."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll walk myself," she said confidently. "You can leave the door unlatched and I'll make sure to close it when I come back."

"You want me to leave the front door open? Martha..."

Martha said, "C'mon, Helen. I'll probably be back before you leave for the bus anyway!"

"Fine," Helen said, "but only because I don't have time to argue." She opened the door and Martha bolted through it. Helen spared a glance to watch the yellow dog crossing the street toward T.D.'s house. "What on earth...?" she said, before returning to the bathroom to dry her hair.

Martha noted that the Kennelly's cars were already gone, so she walked up to the front door and balanced awkwardly on the porch railing to reeeeeeach up and touch the doorbell. Before she could, T.D. opened the front door with a loud, enthusiastic, "Hi!"

Martha was so surprised, she fell off her perch and landing with a whump on the floor. She wasn't bothered though, wagging her tail and saying, "Hi, T.D.!"

She ran inside, bouncing up and down in excitement. The boy was all dressed for school, his backpack sitting ready by the door, but he had other things in mind. "We've only got twenty minutes - you ready?"

"I was ready yesterday," she joked.

"Alright, well get up on the couch - I want to show you something called 'doggy style'."

Martha laughed. "I do everything with style!"

"That's not what it means," T.D. groaned, but Martha jumped up onto the soft couch anyway. It was a really deep couch, set so far back that Martha rested her whole body on a single cushion with just her hind legs dangling over the side.

"Perfect," the boy said, unbuttoning his orange shorts and pulling both his pants and underpants down around his ankles. Her raised tail showed him everything, from her pert little tailhole to her swollen, trembling cunt.

Looking over her shoulder, Martha could see that T.D. was already hard, but when he starting to come up behind her she whined, "Aren't you going to...wet me down, first?" She didn't need it - she was already wet for him, but she didn't want to miss out!

T.D. looked at his watch and said, "Well, alright." He knelt behind the dog's ample rump, putting a hand on each butt cheek to spread her apart. Martha trembled, tail wagging so fast it knocked T.D.'s red baseball cap right off his head!

Without hesitation, the young boy slurped his tongue right up against Martha's shivering mound, making her gasp. "Oh, God!" she moaned.

Tilting his head, T.D. all but french kissed her swollen spade, lips smacking as he made a wet, air-tight seal before plunging deep into her clenching pussy. It felt different, on her belly, and Martha whimpered, bucking her hips. "Don't stop!"

T.D. pulled away, something dribbling down his mouth - and it wasn't saliva! He protested, "But you're already wet!"

"Don't stop!" she repeated, kicking her hind legs weakly.

"Alright..." he said, pressing his lips up against hers again. The tip of his tongue curled and probed just inside her trembling mound, and Martha shivered, feeling a familiar build of up warmth inside her rump. She humped weakly against the soft couch cushions, tongue dangling from her mouth and dribbling drool all over.

"Oh, T.D.!" she moaned, egging the boy on.

He pushed his face up against her clenching cunt, squishing her soft lips as he buried himself as deep as he could into her. Again and again his slurping tongue darted inside, spreading her apart only to pull free again. It was too much for her!

Martha spread her legs until they shook, hips bouncing up and down in a blur, while she groaned, "Harder, deeper!"

T.D. tried, grabbing fistfuls of fur to pull himself forward and stretching his tongue as far as he could. He was as deep as he could possibly get when the yellow dog came. Martha howled, squeezed down around the boy's tongue, and squirted directly into his open mouth.

Unlike his cum, Martha's fluids were thinner, more watery, but there was a lot of it! Eyes rolled up in the back of her head, Martha released a flood of musky liquid, quickly filling T.D.'s mouth and making the boy pull back, sputtering. She squirted again, this time splattering his face. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the boy drenched in her cum, mouth overflowing and dribbling down his chin.

"Martha!" he gasped, spitting what he hadn't accidentally swallowed onto the floor. "What a mess!"

Her eager humps slowed, and she panted an embarrassed, "Sorry."

"It's okay. Just...stay right there, I've got to clean up."

T.D. ran to the kitchen, splashing water all over his face and mouth, before wiping down with a cloth towel. Martha waited patiently, wagging her tail in anticipation of her next orgasm.

"We only have 7 minutes until the bus gets here!" T.D. exclaimed.

"That's enough time for sex, isn't it?" Martha whined, wiggling her hips for the boy.

T.D. bit his lip, deliberating, but Martha's wet, clenching cunt won him over. "Sure. We can have a quick fuck."

Martha hadn't heard that word before, but she could tell what it meant. Whining, she said, "Fuck me, T.D.!"

This time when the boy climbed onto her back, Martha didn't protest. Instead, she shoved her tail to the side, shivering in anticipation. Pant still around his ankles, T.D. had to hop around to shift his position, but it wasn't long before his smooth hips were flush with her yellow rump, his hard cock tip poking up against her drenched pussy.

Holding himself up with a arm on either side of her stocky stomach, T.D. asked, "Ready?"

Martha gritted her teeth and said, "Do it!"

The boy rolled his hips forward, piercing her quivering cunt in one smooth, wet motion. She yipped and he groaned, but that was just the start of their grunting as T.D. began humping up and into her, his hard shaft plunging far deeper than his tongue could manage.

"Oh, God, T.D.!" Martha gasped, digging her claws into the cushion so hard it began to tear. "Harder!"

He was more than happy to oblige, sliding one hand under her soft belly and rubbing it back and forth against her small teats. He slid his long dick back and forth, making the couch squeak with each motion. "So tight..." he groaned, Martha clenching even harder for his benefit. All she could do was jerk her hips up and down, while T.D. slid forward and back, grinding against every inch of her canine cunt.

Panting loudly, Martha tossed her head back and moaned, "It's happening again!" The warmth was building in her fast, despite her earlier explosive squirting. But unlike last time, T.D. was slow and steady, refusing to give in after just a few thrusts. Martha trembled at the edge of the cliff, trying desperately to outlast the pre-teen.

"Oh, Martha, thank you! Thank you!" he gasped, fumbling at the humping little dog. "How can I - UNNF! - ever repay you for this?"

Voice shaking, Martha said, "This is all the thanks I need!"

Leaning forward, T.D. grabbed on to her shoulders, jabbing faster and deeper, until his dangling balls poffed up against her furred rump. Martha couldn't take it anymore, gasping, "Your dick! I love it! Cum in me, T.D.!"

Pumping faster, the boy said, "Unnh, unnh, UNNH, UNNNNH! Oh, Martha, say it! Say you're my bitch!"

Martha moaned. "Your what??"

"Nevermind that!" he groaned. "Just say it!"

Tongue dangling, Martha shouted, "I'm your bitch! Fuck me! Fuck your bitch!"

"Ahhhh!" he whined. Splurt! Martha had made it, but couldn't hold off any longer. Even as the boy sputtered and came inside of her, Martha grinded her hips against the couch, entire body shuddering around his thick cock. Wet as ever, she squirted another thick splash of her juices all over T.D.'s hairless crotch, howling wordlessly into the empty house.

T.D. fell on top of her, groaning with chest heaving. Martha still growled and bucked her hips, cumming buckets around the boy's spent cock. He seemed made for her, and she couldn't imagine anything feeling better than the shock blanketing her whole body. Her thick, wet lips smacked around his shaft with messy kisses, dribbling cum down her thighs.

When she found her voice again, she managed to gasp out, "See you after school?"

"Oh God, yes," T.D. panted, lifting himself with shaky arms. "Oh crud! School!"

The boy popped free so fast Martha yipped, and stumbled over to the front door, pants still around his ankles. All the kids waiting for the bus were already gone. "I missed the bus! I'd better call my parents!" he said, frantically. "I'll have to say I overslept or something."

Martha walked over to the phone, intercepting the boy. She turned in a tight circle, wagging her tail high to show off her pink, dripping cunt. "If you overslept...maybe you didn't wake up until an hour from now?"

T.D. looked from the phone, to Martha's sopping pussy, to the phone and back.

"Maybe you're right," he said, kicking off his shoes.

The school called Mr. Kennelly when T.D. still hadn't arrived by noon and the man drove back immediately, but Martha, luckily, had just snuck home, legs sore and hindquarters very sticky.