Martha Keeps a Secret
#1 of Martha Speaks
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This story is my take on a children's book. _ Not for use with actual children._
Martha Keeps a Secret
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-CkjaghqEg
**Martha was an average dog. She went - Bark! And- Woof! And- Rrrr...
But when she ate some alphabet soup, then what happened was bizarre. "On the way to Martha's stomach, the letters lost their way! They travelled to her brain and now..."
She's got a lot to say! Now she speaks.**
-- How now brown cow?
Martha speaks. Yeah, she speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks...
-- What's a caboose? When are we eating again?
Martha speaks...
-- Hey Joe, what d'ya know!
"My name's not Joe..." She's not always right but still that Martha speaks!
-- Hi there!
She's got a voice; she's ready to shout. Martha will tell you what it's all about. Sometimes wrong, but seldom in doubt. Martha will tell you what it's all about. That dog's unique...
-- Testing, one, two!
Hear her speak! Martha speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks and...
-- Communicates, enumerates, elucidates, exaggerates, indicates, and explicates, bloviates, and overstates and (pant, pant, pant) hyperventilates!
**Martha...to reiterate, -- Martha speaks!
Was that...peanut butter? Martha sniffed the air, her mouth already watering. Martha began to follow the scent, without even looking where she was going! Bang! She walked right into a wall!
"Ow," Martha said to herself. "I did not anticipate that wall being there!" Shaking her head, the knee-high yellow dog stepped past the wall, adding, "I didn't expect the wall at all."
Walking to the bottom of the stairs, Martha realized the scent was coming from upstairs. Who could be having peanut butter? she thought. Helen's mom and dad are still at work, so it must be Helen!
Martha climbed the stairs one at a time, her yellow tail wagging as she anticipated the delicious taste of peanut butter. At the top of the steps, Martha followed the scent to Helen's room. But Helen's door was closed!
Martha whined, "Hey, Helen! Let me in!"
But there was no response. Before Martha began eating alphabet soup, she would have scratched at the door. Instead, she just spoke louder. "Helen! Let me in! I smell peanut butter and I'm drooling in anticipation!"
This time Helen answered. Her muffled voice was hard to hear through the door. "No, Martha! Please just go away!"
Martha thought about leaving. Helen wanted Martha to go away, but the young girl had only asked. Helen hadn't forbidden Martha from coming in. If Helen had forbidden Martha from entering, that would mean Martha couldn't enter, or she'd make Helen really upset.
Martha really wanted some peanut butter, though. And there was nothing to do in the house! Skits, the other family dog, must be outside in the backyard. He was very tall - almost as tall as Helen! So the big, brown dog had to spend a lot of time outside.
Martha whined to herself, "Helen wants me to go, but there's peanut butter inside. I want to make Helen happy, but I want peanut butter more! That means I prefer peanut butter."
Martha knew how to open Helen's door, but the knob was too far up! Quickly, she ran to the sitting room and grabbed one of the baby's chairs in her teeth. Grinning, Martha placed the little chair in front of Helen's door, sat on it, and pressed down on the knob.
Click! The door swung open!
Inside was Helen. And Skits. And peanut butter! Martha focused on the jar of peanut butter on Helen's night stand, but then she realized something strange was going on. She looked back to Helen and Skits.
Helen was looking at Martha with shock. Strangely, the young girl was sitting on the edge of her bed, completely naked. But it wasn't bath time... Skits was also completely naked, but that was normal because he is a dog. The big, brown dog was licking Helen between the legs.
Helen shrieked, "Martha, get out! I told you not to come in!"
Helen was mad. Martha put her ears back, whimpering. The little, yellow dog said, "No, you asked me not to come in. You didn't forbid me. What's going on?"
Martha watched as Skits continued to lick Helen. His large tongue spread out across the girl's smooth body. When he pulled his tongue back for another lick, Martha caught a glimpse of something light brown. Peanut butter!
Helen wasn't angry anymore. Instead, her face was bright red. She was blushing. She said, "N-n-nothing, Martha. Just...go away, okay?"
"Why do you have peanut butter between your legs?"
Helen was about to speak, but Skits took a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig lick, making the young girl gasp. Helen placed her hands on Skits' head but she didn't push him away. Even though Martha knew Skits' had stuck out his tongue, she couldn't see it! Where had his tongue gone?
"May I have some peanut butter, too?" Martha asked politely, her mouth watering.
Helen arched her back, spreading her legs apart for Skits, still blushing bright red. She gasped, "No!" Then she paused, considering it. But Helen finally said, "No, Martha. I'll give you some peanut butter later, if you -"
Helen had been about to say something. Martha really wanted to know what to do to get peanut butter, but Skits had licked her again. Suddenly Helen was groaning and panting. Now she was pushing Skits away, but not with her hands. She was pushing him away with her hips...but she didn't seem to be making much progress!
If Martha wanted peanut butter, she'd have to wait until Helen wasn't so occupied. Martha sat down in the room, waiting in anticipation.
Helen gasped, "Oh, God, Skits!" as she rocked her hips against his snout. Skits kept licking with his huge tongue, but there wasn't even any peanut butter left on Helen. Martha moved closer to get a better look. She found out that Skits' large tongue was hiding...inside of Helen! Helen groaned. Was he hurting Helen?
Martha yelped, "Skits, stop! She's trying to push you away. You're hurting her!"
Skits could understand Martha, since they were both animals. He laid his ears back. Martha knew that Skits was a good dog. He didn't know he was hurting Helen.
But Helen grabbed Skits' collar with both hands, holding him from taking a step back. She gasped, "Skits, stay. Ohhhhh..."
Maybe he wasn't hurting her. Helen must prefer that Skits keep licking her, rather than backing away. The young girl moaned and groaned and bucked her hips, leaning back against the bed.
Skits was happy to continue, his tail wagging. He preferred to keep licking, too. His muzzle was pressed right up against Helen's hips, pushing his entire tongue inside of Helen.
Helen yelled, "God, don't stop! I feel..." But she never finished what she was saying. Right then, Helen arched her back, spread her legs and screamed. Martha whimpered. Would Helen be okay?
The little girl held on to Skits collar tightly. Helen's whole body shook and shivered while she moaned and groaned. Skits kept on licking, his tongue buried deep between her legs.
Only ten seconds passed before Helen moaned, "Skits...stop!" Instead of pulling Skits closer, she was now pushing him away. She must prefer that he stop licking.
But Skits preferred to keep licking. Even though Helen pushed with all of her strength, the huge dog kept his tongue buried inside of her, lapping. A sweet scent filled Martha's nose. It must be coming from Helen!
Helen groaned. "No, Skits...I -" The girl couldn't finish what she was saying, her entire, naked body beginning to shudder. She was too busy panting to say anything else.
Skits licked Helen for almost two minutes, making the girl groan and whimper helplessly. Finally, the big dog pulled his tongue out of the girl, stepping back. Martha got a good look as Helen's sopping hole began to slowly close, having been stretched wide by the eager dog. Martha had had no idea Helen's hole could grow so wide and so deep!
Helen sounded exhausted, lying on the bed. Martha prepared herself for a lot of scolding, for both her and Skits. But instead, Helen gasped, "Good boy, Skits."
Skits barked happily.
Helen turned to Martha and said, "I'll give you some peanut butter...but you can't tell anybody about what happened here, okay? It's a secret."
"What's a secret?" Martha asked, as Helen reached for the jar of peanut butter.
Helen said, "A secret is something you can't tell anybody. Especially not my parents! Okay? You can't tell anyone what you saw. It's a secret."
Martha nodded, watching the peanut butter with anticipation. "I promise not to tell anyone," Martha said. "I'll keep your secret."
Helen held out the knife with the peanut butter, and Martha licked it all up.
But keeping a secret involves not speaking, and that was the one thing that Martha was just terrible at.**