{"sf1_id":559752,"sf2_id":"pnGWMYjn","title":"Martha Slips Up","author":"Thakur","words":1479,"posted_at":"2013-07-05T19:07:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Canine","Dog","Fanfiction","Human","M/F","Martha Speaks","Oral","Underage","Zoophilia"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/559752-martha-slips-up","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGWMYjn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/01/ef/01ef0b78-7457-47a6-ad52-d9861c55946d","description":"#2 of Martha Speaks\n\nMartha almost manages to stick to the letter of her promise. T.D. develops new interests.","content":"Martha couldn't keep such a big secret for a week. She couldn't keep a secret for a day. She couldn't even keep a secret for an hour.\n\nIn fact, after Martha saw Helen and Skits playing a strange game together and promised Helen not to tell anyone, Martha went straight to see someone and revealed the secret right away. Martha couldn't have broken her promise faster if she had tried.\n\nWith Helen and Skits locked up in Helen's room, cleaning up, Martha had nothing to do. She was just bristling with excitement after seeing the strange show of Skits licking Helen between the legs, and now she wasn't supposed to tell anyone!\n\nThere was no one around _to_tell! While school was over, there was still an hour and a half before Helen's parents would get home with Jakey. Martha decided to visit Helen's friend, T.D. She really wasn't _planning_to tell him about what she saw. She just needed to talk to someone about something, or she felt like she'd explode!\n\nIt wasn't a long walk to T.D.'s house. His parents would be at work as well, so Martha knew he'd be glad to see her. Who wouldn't be glad to see Martha? Reaching up, Martha pressed the doorbell.\n\n\"Coming!\" yelled T.D.\n\nMartha waited, tail wagging.\n\nT.D. opened the door and said, \"Oh, it's just you, Martha.\"\n\nMartha blinked. \"Is something wrong?\"\n\n\"No, no, come in. I just thought Helen'd be with you.\"\n\nThe young boy was wearing the red baseball cap he always wore, hiding his curly blond hair. Martha followed him into the living room.\n\n\"Oh, Helen's busy with Skits. He was...,\" Martha began, before realizing she'd promised not to tell. Martha yipped, \"Oh wait, I can't tell you that!\"\n\nT.D. raised an eyebrow. \"What? Why not?\"\n\n\"It's a secret,\" Martha admitted. \"That means I can't tell you.\"\n\nT.D. groaned. \"You can't tell me there's a secret and not tell me what it _is!_Come on, Martha, you gotta tell me!\"\n\nMartha shook her head firmly. \"Nope. Sorry, T.D. I promised.\"\n\nThe boy said, \"Fine,\" before moving to the steps upstairs.\n\nMartha said, \"Can I come upstairs too?\" She'd learned that it was polite to ask.\n\n\"Sure,\" T.D. said. Martha followed him up to his room, watching as the boy sat down at his desk, getting on his laptop. Martha sat next to him, looking at the screen. He appeared to be throwing pigs at fat little birds.\n\n\"Hey, wait a minute,\" T.D. said suddenly. \"Why would whatever Helen's doing with Skits be a secret?\"\n\nMartha chose her words carefully. She didn't want to accidentally tell T.D. what had happened. \"They were doing something she doesn't want anyone to know.\"\n\n\"If I give you some food, will you _inform_me?\"\n\nMartha's ears perked up at the word \"food\", beginning to drool. \"Inform?\"\n\n\"You know, to give me the idea of what happened,\" T.D. explained.\n\n\"Well, you _know_I want food, but how can I _inform_you without telling you?\" Martha shook her head. \"I promised.\"\n\nBut T.D. wasn't about to give up.\n\n\"I know!\" he shouted in triumph. \"You can_demonstrate_ what they did. 'Demonstrate' means to show. If you do with me what Skits and Helen were doing, you can _inform_ me without actually telling me.\"\n\nMartha's eyes popped open. \"Of course! That's a great idea!\" The chubby little yellow dog spun around in a circle, tail wagging furiously. \"Okay, go sit on your bed.\"\n\nT.D. laughed. \"I never thought I'd be told to 'sit' by a dog!\" he said, but he sat anyway, eager to see what Helen hadn't wanted him to know.\n\n\"Okay, T.D., now you've gotta take off all of your clothes,\" she said simply.\n\n\"Wait, what!? Why!?\" T.D. exclaimed.\n\n\"I can't _tell_you why. It's a _secret_. Remember?\"\n\nMartha looked up at the young boy, waiting patiently. T.D. glanced at the bedroom door, which was closed, and shrugged. \"Ok,\" he said, Lifting his t-shirt off to expose his smooth chest, then he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. Martha sat and waited longer, and T.D. blushed, unbuttoning his orange cargo shorts before sliding them off.\n\nAll that remained were his tighty-whities.\n\nMartha still waited.\n\n\"Really?\" T.D. asked, \"These too?\"\n\n\"I can't comment,\" Martha answered, remembering her promise to Helen.\n\n\"Never thought I'd hear that from you,\" T.D. joked, before lowering his hands to the elastic band of his underwear. He paused, then pulled them off, sitting completely naked on the edge of the bed, just like Helen had been.\n\n\"Now what?\" he asked, nervously, holding his hands in his lap to cover up his smooth, soft penis.\n\n\"Now I can _demonstrate_, that is to say, show you what they were doing. Lie back,\" she ordered.\n\nT.D. blushed, but did as he was told. Martha moved between the boy's legs, sniffing at his hands. \"Put your hands at your sides,\" she said simply.\n\n\"O-ok.\"\n\nMartha knew that T.D. would look different down there than Helen. She'd seen herself and Skits often enough to know the primary differences between boys and girls. But she was still surprised by T.D.'s penis. It was long and floppy, and furless, unlike Skits. She wouldn't be able to _demonstrate_exactly what Skits had done to Helen, but she could give it her best shot. She licked him.\n\n\"Uh!\" T.D. grunted, covering himself with his hands again. \"Hey, what are you doing?\" he asked.\n\nMartha cocked her head. Wasn't it obvious? \"What Helen and Skits did. Put your hands at your sides,\" the talkative dog said again.\n\nT.D., trembling, dug his hands into the bedsheets on either side of him, determined to keep them there this time. Martha started licking him again.\n\n\"Martha...\" he panted, as she slid her tongue up and down his smooth length. He tasted salty and good. Martha licked faster, like Skits. T.D. finally recovered his breath enough to gasp, \"You're telling me that Helen licked Skits _penis!?_\"\n\n\"No!\" she exclaimed. \"_He_licked _her!_\" Realizing what she'd just done, Martha grinned sheepishly up at T.D. and said, \"Oops. I guess I might as well just tell you, now.\"\n\n\"No!\" T.D. cried. \"I mean, no, please...continue_demonstrating_.\"\n\nShrugging, Martha went back to licking the young boy.\n\n\"Uhh...uhhhn,\" T.D. grunted, his knuckles white from gripping the bed sheets.\n\nMartha said, through her rapid licks, \"Mhelem groamed mlike fthad, doo.\"\n\n\"...oh...really?\" T.D. moaned, humping his hips.\n\n\"Amd fshe pufshed har hipfsh mlike thad,\" Martha noted, slurping noisily at the boy's penis.\n\n\"Tell me more!\" T.D. groaned, his penis hardening for the first time in his young life. His chest heaved with the effort not to grab Martha by the head and pull her back, her slippery, slurpery tongue tickling him in a way he'd never experienced before.\n\nMartha cocked her head at his penis, which was growing even as she licked it. \"Bud fthifs didn't happem!\"\n\n\"Don't...don't stop!\" he gasped, rocking his hips even faster, just like Helen. Pretty soon, his penis was standing perfectly straight and rigid, bouncing up and down against her tongue. He groaned again and again.\n\nSuddenly his hands were on her head, pushing her away, his groaning even louder. He was pushing her away, just like Helen had done to Skits. But Skits didn't stop, and Helen thanked her for it. Martha pushed forward, licking T.D. dutifully. \"Uhn...uhn...owww,\" the boy moaned, but he couldn't overpower her insistent nuzzles.\n\n_Slurp! Slorp! Sploop!_ She ran her tongue all the way from the soft sack at his bottom, along his shaft up to his tip. How many licks does it take? One...two...three...!\n\nAt the third lick, the tip of T.D.'s penis exploded with a teaspoon of sticky frosting, launching out and striking him almost in the belly button. The boy kept thrusting and moaning, holding Marth behind the ears as he shuddered like Helen. \"Oh...oh, God, Martha! Uhhhhhhhn...\"\n\nMarth leaned forward and lapped up the white goo. It tasted salty, not like frosting at all, but it was still good. She slurped it all down before returning to T.D.'s spasming penis.\n\nBut T.D. behaved just like Helen again, and as soon as she started licking the boy, he pushed her away, saying, \"Ow...stop.\"\n\nMartha whimpered. \"I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"No! No, that was...great, Martha. Really, _really_great. You saw Helen letting Skits do this to her?\"\n\nMartha knew the secret was out, so she just nodded slowly and said, \"Yes. Please don't tell her I blabbed!\"\n\n\"Don't worry, Martha, I won't. Don't tell anyone about this either. Don't even _demonstrate_it, okay? This can be our little _secret_.\"\n\n\"Deal,\" she said, just glad that she could talk to_someone_ about what had happened. \"I'd better get back home for dinner...\"\n\n\"Go ahead,\" T.D. said, walking over to his computer. \"I'll see you tomorrow, Martha. I've got some research to do.\"\n\nMartha left for home, even as the boy entered his first Google search of many: \"dog licks penis.\"\n\n  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Martha Speaks","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/322113-martha-keeps-a-secret.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/627402-martha-gets-a-turn.json"}}