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Gentle Readers,This is the first part of a full leangth novel. The total book will finish at between 110 and 120 thousand words. It’s a long story with lots of romance (f/f and f/d). There is a sympathetic male character. I included him so the guys woud have someone to relate to. Remember, your feedback helps inspire a girl to keep writing. Enjoy,SusanMichelleButtercup: A Novelwomen/dogs - woman/woman - woman/manThere are two scenes on NC sex. They are important to the development of the plot, short, and not intended to be erotic. There is nothing erotic about NC sex, unless its a, “Don’t Stop Don’t Stop Please, don’t stop” story. This is not. CHAPTER I: To Tell AllButter was sitting at a small mahogany table in the matching straight back chair, made of the same rich tropical hardwood. The design of the chair and table were simple, yet functional and elegant. The manager of the Hotel had told Butters friend Allison, when shed asked, that they were from Sarchi, a village devoted to crafts located in the Central Valley. Her new ibook was open and turned on, upon the hardwood table were before Butter. Shed gotten up, in the middle of the night, leaving her lover asleep. She was planning to tell-all in the only way she could, by writing her story. The loose fitting light-blue cotton shift Butter wore stopped at her knees. Her smooth tanned legs were bare. Butter wiggled her toes against the wood of the floor, enjoying the texture of the worn tropical hardwood planks. A gentle night breeze flowed through the louvered windows destroying the order shed created earlier in her mane of brindle hair. A long strand drifted onto her face. Without thinking about it she shook her head from side to side, rearranging the thick strands. She felt her breasts move, and smiled. In the night she couldnt see the sea, but the sound of the surf breaking on the rocks below the cabana was a constant reminder. The sensation of her breasts moving reminded her of the strangeness of her hair and breasts, and the other strangeness within her that the world could not see. Shed accepted, even embraced the strangeness of her odd colored hair and even odder breasts. The things she could see. But the other strangeness always seemed like a brand new miracle when it overtook her.She smiling, Butter was filled with joy and wonder of finding a friend and lover who took delight in them and was effortlessly able to adjust, without struggle or condensation, to the fact that Butter could not speak, or even make a sound; not even a moan of pleasure when her lover delighted her.But will her acceptance embrace the other. Will her love wither when she learns what I am, and what I was? Butter feared to know, but knew she could no longer hide. If I loose her now, it will hurt us both less than months from now. When she is forced to face, and deal with what Ive become.Remembering their day together day, Butter looked again, lovingly, at the sleeping form on the bed across the small room. Im so lucky to have met Allison. To have found Allison, she decided. To have found love and acceptance, where I feared isolation and contempt. Its such a joy. I must remember these days of friendship and love are what is important. If she cant accept, at least I will have had these weeks. If she rejects me now, maybe someday, she will be able to at least again be my friend. Who knows, I certainly do not. Perhaps her love and tolerance are enough to continue when she knows what I am. Looking at the sleeping form in the bed tears overflowed Butters eyes. Blonde hair cascaded around a lovely young face. Only part of Allison was under the single sheet they used. The breeze was refreshingly cool, but it had been hot all day, all week in fact, and it did not get cold at night. Not in March, not in the tropical rain forests of Costa Ricas Pacific coast. She looked at the expanse of lean straight flesh lying across the rumpled sheets. One very long and elegant leg was exposed. She could also see a lovely thin arm, ornamented with delicate long fingers that were capped with freshly enameled nails. The nail color was fuchsia. Beyond the arm, mostly under the sheet, was what Butter had decided were the loveliest set of breasts on earth. Firm and well shaped they rose sweetly above Allisons chest and were capped with the prettiest pink nipples. Theyd contrasted strongly with her dark reddish-brown nipples, when theyd lain together, side by side, softly stroking each others bodies, an before.I love her. Ive never known what love for a person was like. Ive known kindness and affection, passion, and even lust, but this is something knew. Its no wonder writers are always telling love stories. At least I know that I shall always remember Allison as my first human love. If she rejects me, Ill have been in love once. The young womans calm returned to her as her realized that having known love, she was lucky; even if this love ended in rejection. And even if she can accept me, it may be best to be apart from her. In another two month it will be my time. I dont think I want her to see that.She looked down and saw the same color, Allisons color, on her own longish fingernails and toes. At dusk, in the fading light, the two young women had painted each others nails, as they bathed in the after-glow of the wonderful sex theyd shared. Allison had laughed and giggled and talked. The brindle haired woman had been totally relaxed, not self-conscience at all about her unusual body, or the fact that she could not speak. Allison talked enough for them both, and shed been able to respond, when she wanted, with facial expressions, hand gestures, and lots of smiling and grinning. The young blonde had told Butter about her life in Boston, her schooling at MIT in design, her new job in an architects office, and the man whod recently broken her heart and abused her. Butter had frowned, hating the story of the Nick guy. Looking at the beautiful young blonde girl, so vibrant with life and promise, Butter couldnt imagine what could inspire such cruelty. Butter licked her lips. She could still taste faintly the wonderful flavor of Allisons sex. Unable to tell Allison in words what shed come to mean to her, Butter had tried to show the beautiful blonde the depth of her affection. Shed made Allison lie passive, as she, over and over, pleasured the delicate cleft between Allisons hips with her mouth and tongue. Allison had cried out, Yes, Butter Yes Oh, Butter, yes over and over as the exotic brindle haired mute had used skills that Allison didnt know existed, to bring the blonde pleasures that shed never imagined could be a part of sex. Butter smiles remembering, the rain of kisses Allison had covered her face with, then her breasts, as the blonde young woman had trying to explain. As she drifted to sleep her final words captured her thoughts best.My Butter, woman of magic hands and mouth, I love you. I had no idea my body had such a potential for pleasure. Allison had wanted to please Butter then, but had been too tired, shed apologizing as she drifted into sleep. Sweetheart, Im so tired, so tired. Im sorry too, in the worst way. It will have to wait until the morning. The blonde had murmured as her eyes softly closed, In the morning Ill show you how much Ive learned, and try to share with you the bliss youve given me.Butter was warmed at the memory of those wonderful words. Allison had meant them, and the brindle haired young woman had already learned that her blonde friend had a talent for pleasuring her. At least well have the morning. Shell wake beside me and be better than her word. Then Ill have at least one more chance to show her my love. One last time perhaps, before she reads the truth of who I am. Chapter II: VacationLooking back to the laptop on the desk before her, Butter remembered when theyd met; at San Jose international Airport three weeks before. Butter had been having trouble communicating with the customs official. Before she knew what was happening, a young blonde stranger was speaking fluent Spanish to the man. In moments the man was passing Butter back her passport sand she was free to go. Pulling out her writing pad she wrote, Thank you, and passed the pad to the young woman whod rescued her. No need for that, he just didnt believe the name in the Passport was real. I simply suggested that it was the US Governments problem, and not his. Of course I flashed a little cleavage at him too. In this part of the world I find it always helps, at least with government officials. I wouldnt recommend doing it with anyone else, the men here are like hungry sharks. The stranger had giggled. My name is Allison, Allison Washington. If youre going into the city we could share a taxi?Allison had watched the young woman as she scrawled out another note. The blonde noted that her new friend had the strangest hair color shed ever seen. The hair was the exact same blend of mixed black, tan, white, and mahogany that they called brindle when it was on a dog; shes seen it once on a big male Mastiff. Her hair was incredibly thick, too. It fell in a cascade across her shoulders covering the tops of her breasts and reaching the middle of her back. Allison had known lots of women with long hair, but she hadnt ever imagined that hair could be both so incredibly thick and long at the same time. The hair contrasted strongly the young womans deep blue eyes, but went well with the deep golden tan of her fine skin. The sack-like dress she was wearing reveled enough leg and shoulder to convince Allison that her new friend had a nice little figure. I wonder why she doesnt show it off a little, the blonde wondered. Shes very pretty; shed be ravishing with the right makeup. The mysterious young woman handed her the pad. Allison read it as they walked toward the airports exit. The note read, They call me Butter, its an old joke, from when I was much younger. It is a name my guardians gave me after my parents died. I think that is what was upsetting the official. Thank you again for your help. I am going into the City, at least for today. I have a reservation at the Hotel Europa. Id like to ride in with you, if you are staying there or nearby. Looking up, Allison smiled warmly; her light-pink lipstick glistened as the two left the shade of the airport and emerged into the afternoons intense tropical sun. I like your name. Theres nothing wrong with it. Its special and somehow it suits you, Butter. I came down on the spur of the moment and dont have a reservation. But a friend suggested the Europa would be ideal. Its right in the Center of town, near the opera house, market, and museums. Why dont I try my luck there.Butter smiled and nodded yes, enthusiastically. The extra time theyd spent in customs had allowed the crowd to thin. The two were in a taxi headed down a palm tree lined highway in minutes. Traffic was light and the road was well paved. But fifteen minutes later, when their cab entered the city, traffic became a nightmare. Wow Im glade Im not driving, Allison commented. Butter shook her head in agreement and the quickly made another note. Im glad Im not driving too, it said. Their driver seemed to be used to the traffic and in another fifteen minutes pulled up in front of a large colonial style building. At the hotel Butter handed her confirmation to the pretty young woman handling the desk. Ah, Senorita Buttercup, such a strange name, no? When butter only nodded shyly in reply the women realized her mistake. Ah I remember, Senorita Buttercup can not speak. It is here in the reservation book. I should have read the note. A thousand pardons. We have a lovely suite for you. It is on the fifth floor with a veranda that overlooks the square.Any you Senorita, do you too have a reservation? The young woman said turning to Allison.Allison shook her blonde head no, and smiling sweetly asked if there was a room available. Both young women were a little disappointed when the girl at the desk said, No, Senorita Kennedy, we are booked solid. It is festival and we have been booked for weeks. Im afraid you will have the difficulty finding a room in San Jose this weekend.Allison looked at the ground dejectedly. Shed hope to rest in the city and see the sights before heading back to the airport for a flight to Quepos on the Pacific cost. Looking at the disappointed look shared by both young women the hotel clerk had an idea, But Senorita Buttercups suite is grand. It is plenty large enough for two, with two grand beds in its bedroom. Perhaps Senorita Buttercup would let you be her guest? For a second Butter looked worried, then Allison started to shake her head no, thinking that her new friend wanted her privacy, You are very kind. Thank you for the suggestion, but I wouldnt want to impose. Perhaps I should go on. Is there somewhere in the hotel, or nearby, where I can book accommodations and a flight to Quapos? Im really headed to Manuel Antionio National Park, anyway. Allison began to pick up her one light bag and was stopped. Butter had reached out and taken her hand. The strange beauty was smiling pleadingly at her. She shook her head no, and letting go of Allisons hand quickly scribbled another note.When Allison read it she smiled. It said, Please, Allison, stay with me. Id love to get better acquainted. I didnt know I had a suite. My employer made the reservation for me. Im alone here, on my first vacation. Please, say yesAllison smiled and said a quite, Yes. The look of relief on butters face convinced her that the offer was sincere. Good, I made the right choice. Ah That is grand. We shall have two lovely Senoritas with us. The Girl at the desk rang a bell and a tall young man in a bellhops uniform appeared. The desk clerk gave him two sets of keys and he picked up Butters two bags and Allisons one and led them to the elevator. The group remained silent as they rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. When the bellhop showed them into the suite Allison gasped. The sitting room was huge, at least sixteen by twenty feet, and to the side she could see an equally large bedroom with a bath beyond. But what held both girls attention was the wide veranda that stretched in front of the sitting room and the glimpse of the treetops above the busy town square that they could see, beyond the railing.The bellhop showed them the bedroom, with its two queen sized beds, the adjoining large bath, where the light switches were located and how to open the French doors that lead out onto the terrace. Then he showed them the bar and pointed out the many bottles of liquor and juice, the small refrigerator with its ice dispenser. He gave the room service menu and pointed out the kitchen hours; 6:00 AM to 12:00 PM daily.Senoritas, his English was slow but perfect, your reservation includes an open bar. It is paid for, see? The staff will restock it each morning. Also the room service is taken care of. You may order what ever you like.The two young women could hardly wait for the young man to leave. Butter tipped him with four, hundred colon bills, and hoped it was enough. The man smiled as he left. Allison and butter nearly rushed out the French doors to the terraces railing. The terrace was twenty feet long, and eight feet deep. It was equipped with a table and chairs, a large umbrella for shade, and two reclining loungers. The loungers were provided with thick cushions, covered in a dazzling white cotton. Allison commented, Wow Those will be great for tanning. Looking around Allison saw that the recliners couldnt be seen from any direction. Its very private, I could sunbath nude, and no one could see me.Butter nodded her head in agreement and continued to gaze through the trees at a crafts market underway in the plaza below. Besides people displaying crafts dozens of blankets spread out along the edge of the square, there was a large platform almost right below them. A Peruvian flute band was performing there. She found the sounds relaxing.Wow, Butter? Allison asked, a broad grin on her face, You must be rich if you can afford thisThe mute woman shook her head, no. And wrote another note.Allison, Im not rich, but my employers are. This is there way of saying the want me to come back.Why wouldnt you? I mean, Butter, this is great. What kind of work do you do.Butter scribbled another note and passed it to the young blonde, Im sort of a servant. Ive been with them for ten years working on a single contract. The contract is over, and I must decide if I want to sign on for longer. The work is very unusual and in some ways difficult. Im sort of on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. This is my first break in ten years.Allison looked shocked, No weekends off and no vacations?Butter nodded.They must let you sleep?Butter wrote another note, and passed it to the blonde. I get to sleep and rest. But its like Im on call. If they want me at four in the morning, they wake me up. If they need something that takes all night, I dont get to sleep.I see, Im not sure any job is worth putting up with that for.Butter quickly wrote another note. The medical benefits are great, and when I took the contract I was sick. They paid a fortune to get me well. Besides, sometimes whole days go by, even weeks, when Im completely free to do as I please, as long as I stay on the estate.It all sounds so mysterious. Almost like youre in a special branch of the military or something?Butter shook her head no, and turned back to the view of the square. The young blonde saw tears in her new friends eyes, and realized that there were aspects of the job that Butter wanted to keep private. At least while they were still nearly strangers.Perhaps in a few days, when she knows me, shell tell me more.Allison put her arm around Butters shoulders, Im sorry, Butter, I guess I was prying. Ill drop the subject unless you want to talk about it. OK?The young woman smiled at Allison. It was a very warm smile.Allisons right hand was on Butters right shoulder. The brindle haired young woman took the hand with her left and softly squeezed it, smiling again at her friend. Allison knew that it was OK. She felt the mass of Butters soft hair around her arm. It felt like a heavy sheet of cool silk against her skin. Although the individual strands seemed very thick, the hair was surprisingly soft. Like no other hair shed ever felt. Looking at the narrow shoulders and delicate long neck under the hair Allison was struck, Shes maybe the most feminine woman Ive ever met. Shes a little shorter than my five-five. Why she cant be over five three, and in spite of her loose fitting clothes Im sure she barely weighs a hundred pounds, maybe less.Allison felt her new friends body relax against her. Butter made no attempt to pull away. She continued to hold Allisons hand softly. The blonde continued to enjoying the feel of her new friends delicate smooth skin and amazing hair. The blonde leaned closer until the two young womens hips pressed lightly together. She sensed that there was a narrow waistline lurking within the fabric of the sack-like dress. She thought to herself. I guess her name is just Buttercup. No wonder the customs guard stopped her. She most have had another name once; shes such a mystery. But she certainly is sweet. Thinking about the warm hand delicately holding hers Allisons thoughts went on, Shes very attractive, in an exotic way. I wonder if shed be OK with a little girl-to-girl romance. I know Im not ready for a man again. I may never be. But holding her has me feeling all tingly. It would be nice to mix a little romance into this vacation. It might even help me really believe that Ive put Nick behind me. Allison remembered her college roommate, Nancy. They two had explored lesbianism together while they explored the male student body at MIT. Allison remembered realizing that she liked their girl-to-girl sex play, much more than she liked what the men she met could do. Having mans shaft inside her had been nice, when the man knew something about how to use it, at least in some ways. All to often shed found that those college men were done before her body was even fully aroused. Allison had found that the things Nancy did with her tongue and fingers, often for an hour or more, were the experiences she treasured and that seemed to drain all the tension from her. The blonde young women remembered the sadness shed felt when Nancy announced that she was engaged to Jason, the boy shed been dating for six months, at the end of their junior year. The two had parted good friends, and Allison had been Maid of Honor at Jason and Nancys wedding. After the wedding, Nancy had gently told her that their sex games were over. She was now Jasons. Allison had cried for days. For weeks shed sought another young woman on campus who might take Nancys place. Shed failed. There had been a series of rejections mixed in with a few one-nighters with girls who didnt seem to be able to get on the same wavelength with the blonde. Later shed limited herself to sex with boys, which she sometimes enjoyed, yet she always yearned for and could never recapture the tenderness shed felt, making love with Nancy. After years of trying to find it with the right man, shed finally given up, and settled for a successful extremely good to look at man; a choice that had become a complete disaster.Looking at the Butters soft cheeks and blue eyes made her wonder. She seems so gentle. I can tell she cares deeply about things, yet also wants to be loved; perhaps as much as I do? How do I approach her? Without scaring her. She seems very comfortable touching me, and being touched. I dont want to frighten her. Even if shes not interested is a little lesbian tryst, I dont want to loose her as a friend.Allison decided to not press things. First well become better friends. Maybe in a day or two I can walk in on her while shes showering and join her, offering to wash her back or something. We can wash each other and I can sneak a few innocent caresses. If Butter seems offended, maybe I can make it a joke. If she seems to accept them I can be bold.Allison looked at Butters full pink lips, tiny nose, blue eyes, and thick eyelashes, and delicately arched brindle eyebrows. God I wanted to kiss her, but I must wait. Better to wait and maybe get to, than press to soon and never feel her lips on my own. The blonde felt a slight contraction within her abdomen. Her panties were soaked. She looked again at Butter with wonder. Wow Just touching her and thinking about kissing her gave me a little climax. I want moreButter was enjoying the feel of Allisons arm around her. It was reassuring and seemed to promise friendship and maybe more. Looking at the pretty blond Butter smiled. It might be nice to make love and have it be my idea for a change. Allison seems to have accepted my name easily enough. She can see my hair and seems to like touching it; but could she accept me nude, and in her arms. I can smell her arousal, but will my difference frighten her, repeal her, or will they maybe excite her? I wonder? No matter what, shed be getting involved in more than she can imagine. Butter slipped her left arm around Allisons waist and hugged the blonde, lightly. Allison smiled at her and thought, Maybe I wont have to wait Allison whispered, I just know were going to be good friends. She squeezed Butters hand and enjoyed the feel of the other womans arm around her waist. Chapter III: A FriendThe two young women spent the following two-day touring the City, seeing the Gold Museum and enjoying their sunny veranda. Breakfast, on the veranda was wonderful. The cooler morning air, and bright sunlight mixed with fruit and thick black coffee was the perfect way to start the day. As they ate breakfast on the third morning of their stay in San Jose, Allison suggested the sights and activities they might do that day. Butter would agree by smiling, shaking her head yes, and squeezing the young blondes hand. Allisons enthusiasm was infectious, and Butter agreed with all the blondes suggestions.Allison knew she was chattering, but Butter didnt seem to mind. The young blond was amazed that she didnt even seem to notice that Butter never spoke. The mute girls eyes were always smiling at her. The blonde had come to feel that somehow Butter was talking as much as she was, without ever saying a word. Each moment with the mysterious young woman Allison felt more relaxed and happy. Nick was fading, but slowly. She reached out and squeezed Butters hand, as the memory came flooding back. Hed wanted her to quite her job and let him keep her. The pretty young blonde might have agreed, except for her fear. Nick liked to tie her up when they made love. She wasnt sure she wanted to be dependent on Nick. His kinky tastes worried her. She didnt know how far hed go, given the chance. One night, a week after shed told him she wanted to keep her job, hed had a friend over after she was securely tied, nude, and spread-eagled on the bed. Nick had laughed at her protests and then gagged her. Then he invited his friend to play with her breasts while Nick coupled with her. Hed used a cock ring so that he could keep pumping for a long time. Hed let his friend put clamps on her nipples. Theyd hurt so much Allison had almost fainted. Later, after Nick had finally come, his friend wanted to do her too. Nick laughed and let him use her breasts. Allison had cried throughout the experience. She cried from the moment the friend had walked into the room. She was still crying when she felt his seed on her chest. Later when they removed the gag and untied her, Nick was surprised she was angry. After yelled for a few minutes, Allison had rushed into the bathroom to wash. The mens seamen, leaking from her, and dripping down her thighs and chest made her feel like dirt, used and cheep. Yet, she knew, Nick would do worse if she stayed. That night, when Nick came home, Allison was gone; along with all her things. Shed left a note breaking off the relationship, and explaining that she never wanted to see him again. Shed left everything that he had any reason to think was his or partly his, except herself. She hoped she wasnt pregnant. Nick hadnt used a condom, although he always had in the past.Nick had called her, at work, every day for weeks. Shed asked him to stop, but he wouldnt. The frequency of the calls diminished to once or twice a week. This vacation was intended to last long enough to discourage him completely. Allisons boss was understanding and wanted her back. Allison hoped to set Nick and his kinky sex behind her forever. She knew if he kept calling she might have to move to a new city, just to get away from him.Allison squeezed Butters hand again and was pleased when Butter returned the squeeze. Looking up Allison saw a look of concern in Butters clear blue eyes. The blonde laughed. Oh, Butter Im so happy we met. You know how to chase the blues away.The two spent the morning touring the colonial part of the city. Allison used her Nikon to document one 19th Century house after another. At first Butter thought Allison was being silly. Then she remembered that her new friend was an architect. Shes working, butter thought. The brindle haired young woman was very patient the rest of the morning. She used her pad to ask questions and learned a lot from Allisons explanations of the stylistic elements of the different buildings. The most interesting was a strange two-story school. It was been built entirely of metal. Allison explained that it was a prefabricated building, designed by Eiffel, the same man whod designed the Eiffel Tower in Paris. When the returned to their suite, after lunch, Allison announced she wanted to work on her tan. The blonde spread a large fluffy white towel over one of the recliners. Allison carefully looked around, making double sure the part of the veranda where the recliners were placed was private. She couldnt see any nearby windows that would views that part of veranda. A mile or more away there were some concrete office towers. The blonde mentally shrugged her shoulders, Well, I guess is someone, that far away, wants to get out their binoculars its OK with me. She lowered the back so she could lie out flat on recliners, and the thick white towel. Sitting on the edge of the recliner she proceeded to strip out of the running shoes, tan shorts, and the white cotton blouse she was wearing. Butter, were just girls here, right? Allison asked as she unclasped her pink lace bra. When Butte smiled, Allison grinned, enjoying the sight of the sensual fullness of Butters lips. She removed the bra and slipped out of the matching pink lace panties. Her pink nipples enjoyed the release from the bras confinement and extended in the light breeze. Allison blushed a little, seeing Butter looking at her. But Im being so silly. I wanted her to look, and she is looking. I hope she likes what she sees. I hoped that Butters smile is promising more than kindly friendship. The blonde knew she was pretty, and her flat stomach and pert breasts had turned more than one other girls head in the past. The young blonde had found that it took almost nothing beyond being young, thin and female to turn mens heads. Grinning Allison walked out onto the veranda. She was completely nude. She climbed on the recliner, lowering her chest into the soft towel. A few minutes later Butter, wearing a yellow sundress with an empire waist, joined her. The dress was orange with a print with little yellow and pink roses. The hem was well above Butters knees. Butters legs were smooth and trim, Allison longed to see more. Butter held up a plastic tube of SPF 30 sunblock and offered it to Allison. Allison sighed, Good idea, Butter. Would you be a lamb and apply it. Im so comfortable and relaxed right now, I dont want to move. Allison stretched like a cat, inviting, hoping for the feel of Butters soft hands on her skin.Butter smiled and sat down beside her friend on the recliner. A moment later Allison felt soft hands massaging the cool cream into her shoulders. From time to time the hands would move off Allisons body, only to return a moment later to bring delight to more of the blondes skin. Butter was slow and thorough, as she massaged the cream into Allisons shoulders and arms. As she worked down Allisons back she heard the blond breathing harder. Allison tried to stay calm. She wanted to control her breathing. But the motion of those soft hands across her skin, had her wet before the hands reached the firm pink mounds of her bottom. She sighed with pleasure, as she felt Butters hands moving across her rear. The mute beauty was carefully covering everything. Allison moaned lightly when she felt fingers spreading her cheeks and covering the deep valley with the cream. Butter was feeling exited too. Her own panties were wet by the time her hands lifted from the blondes body, their mission accomplished. Allison rolled over, smiling at Butter and spreading her legs slightly. The blonde triangle at her groin was damp. Allisons pink nipples were erect. Both young women were felling excited. Butter, want to do the front, too?Butter smiled broadly. In a moment Allison felt those same delightful hands massaging the cream into her legs and thighs. A mischievous smile on her face, Butter leaned forward and carefully applied the cream to Allisons face and neck. The blonde almost begged for more as she waited. Next Butter spread the cream across her arms, shoulders and down onto Allisons breasts. Butter took much longer applying the cream to Allisons breasts than was needed. She caresses and lightly squeezed the blondes pretty mounds to confirm to the nervous blonde that her friend knew she was doing much more than applying sun-block. When Butters hands reached Allisons narrow waist, the silent young women moved to Allisons feet and began applying the cream again, working up the blondes slender legs. Waiting, with rising anticipation, Allison couldnt help letting a few soft moans of pleasure escape her lips. When Butters hands reached her upper thighs they gently spread them apart, revealing the very moist cleft of the blondes sex. Allison held her breath as she watched the smiling mute woman lowered her mouth onto the exposed pink fold below her pubis. A moment later Allisons view was of Butters exotic hair spread out across her own thighs and abdomen, and Butters delicate hands holding, then caressing the naked blondes hips, as the strange exotic girl began to first lick, and then gently suck at the blondes sex. Oh Butter Oh, thats so good, sweetheart Yes Yes Waves of pleasure crashed across Allisons mind. Her eyes closed and her world filled with the feel of a pair of soft lips tenderly exciting her rigid clitoris, and an expert tongue finding, over and over, just the right place to lick.Butter ministered to Allisons sex for over half an hour. Enjoying the pleasure of feeling her new friend shudder in orgasm after orgasm. When she withdrew Allison lay exhausted. For a moment the blonde just looked at Butter, with love in her eyes and the expression of sexually satisfied woman on her face.That was the best, Butter. Ive been with a few men who tried to please me, there were a couple of sweet girls, too. But that was the best. Sitting up Allison wrapped her arms around Butter and pulled her to mouth to her own. Butter answered the kiss with passion and didnt object when she felt Allisons tongue probing her. But when Allisons hands slipped under her dress and started to lift if off, Butter pulled back, a look of panic in her eyes.Butter, whats wrong? Its my tern now. I let you play with my toys. Now I want to play with yours, Allison grinned as she began to lift Butters dress up again. But the mute young woman pulled back a second time. She stood up, taking Allison by the hand, and lead the puzzled naked blonde indoors to the bedroom and her large bed. Dropping Allisons hand she grabbed her pad and scribbled something quickly. Shyly she handed it to the nude blonde. Sweet Allison, Im different. Im put together differently than other girls. I want you to see, before.Allison looked up, feeling curiosity almost equal to the desire she felt to touch her strange new friend. Butter reached behind her and undid the tie at the back of the dress. Then, still looking fearfully at Allison, she lifted it off her and let it settle onto a chair by the bed.Allison gasped. Her eyes inventoried Butters body. She had to concentrate to see the brindle haired girls delicate narrow waist, nicely rounded hips, the hairless pink lips of the girls pubis, and two large breasts shed sensed where under the blue dress. But there was more. The blondes mouth was open as she gapped at three extra sets of breasts that extended below the two lovelies on Butters chest. The strange breasts filled the front of Butters torso, dominating the entire space between her collarbone and her pubic bone. They were in ever-closer pairs that extended Butters cleavage almost to the beginning of the delicate cleft that tantalized the blonde. The lower three sets of breasts were small. Cute, the blonde decided.Allison knew she was starring as she tried to absorb what she saw. She looked again, trying to believe. Just below Butters full, clearly B-cup breasts, were two more, probably AAA-cup breasts, they rested on the bottom of Butters rib cage. Below them, at the top of the strange girls abdomen were two breasts framing her navel. These were also small, the same size as those just above them. Located just below the third set of breasts was a fourth set, located where Butters thighs began, and only a few inches above the strange girls sex. But there was more, just at the top of Butters sex was a little triangle of brindle. It was downy, but solid. It looks like more like fur than hair. Allison starred in wondered. It covered maybe three square inches of the white delicate flesh above Butters mound of Venus. In the small space between the triangle of fur and her two lowest breasts, was a tattoo. A single word surrounded by little yellow flowers. Allison realized the word was, Buttercup, and the flowers were little buttercups. As Allison realized that she was seeing clearly; that Butter did have eight breasts, the blonde also realized it excited her. Looking at the eight breasts she wanted to touch them. The thought of touching them, of nuzzling the lower ones as she made love to Butters pubis caused a sudden contraction of Allisons cervix. The blonde felt moisture dripping onto her inner thighs. The curly wisps of hair around her cleft were dripping her lubricant. Another little orgasm took her by surprise. The blonde began to grin as she continued to look at Butters wonderful breasts. This is going to be ten times better than I imaginedLooking up, Allison saw tears in her friends eyes. Knowing what was most important, the blonde crossed to her, and enfolded the strange creature in her arms, covering her lips with her own. Butters arms were around Allisons waist the next moment. She returned the blondes kiss with a fierce passion. Allison felt their bodies melding together. It was a strange, but a wonderful sensation to feel Butters eight breasts pressed into her naked flesh. Allison giggled feeling Butters eight nipples, extended and hard. The kiss lasted minutes, and both women felt their passion rising. Allison pulled away, and taking Butters hand, pulled the bridle haired girl down onto the bed with her. She pressed Butters back to the bed and slowly began to caress and fondle each breast, in tern. As eight dark pink nipples became wet with her saliva, the blondes kisses became more passionate. When she reached the little triangle of fur she was wild with desire. Butters scent was thick in the air. It was the sweetest most delicate perfume Allison had ever found at a womans secret place. Butter was quivering with desire. Allison paused and giggling. Oh, Butter, youre a treasure. Later, you must tell me, write me, of yourself. But for now I must taste you. Allisons tongue then slipped into the wet pink folds of flesh. It was dark when the two arose from the bed. Now perfectly aware of the sweet wonders of each others bodies. To be continued.
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Susan .It is going to be the very best story ever posted on here. Your descriptions are so vivid. Wish you could have written me as DaisyCome on everybody PLEASE show your feedbackKisses SusanCollie your 1 fan
Comment by collie99 — 26, 2006 @ 3:26 am
Very nice, dear.
Comment by jenni — 26, 2006 @ 3:46 am
This has great potential.Could Butter possibly be the first canine-human hybrid? Stay tuned.
Comment by acton — 26, 2006 @ 5:42 am
Fantastic start I’ll be watching this one I love your stories SusanMichelle, you are a very gifted writer. Thank you for sharing your talent with us -UP
Comment by undue_perversity23 — 27, 2006 @ 9:41 pm
WhoaAfter reading your build up to this story in another thread i thought this was going to be a very good story….but after reading this…..Its the best story superb writing keep up the great work….very much looking forward to the next installment
Comment by L337Zoo — 27, 2006 @ 10:44 pm
I’m so very impressed with your story Susanmichelle - keep at it - I’ll be waiting for the next installment with baited breathFrom a writers perspective - you changed the colour of Buttercups dress from orange to blue - I only picked it up as I read editorially for other writers…sorry
Comment by wagger — 27, 2006 @ 10:52 pm
Thank you all for your kind words. It really does encourage me to keep writing.Here is the next installment.I should have mentioned before, the zoo sex starts on chapter VI. It escalates after that. Sorry about the dress color mix up.When I can figure out how to edit a post, I’ll fix it.Look for the next three chapter about this time next week.Yours,SusanMichelleButtercupChapter IV: The CabanaButter smiled as she remembered the days theyd spent swimming and snorkeling of the little tropical beach below their cabana. They were in the little fishing village of Dominico. Butter had worn a slightly oversized tankini, that effectively concealed her three extra sets of breasts, although Allison had complained that it hid Butters figure, as well.Butter remembered the conversation they had started on the beach. Allison talking and Butter nodding, gesturing, and occasionally writing short notes. Allison had asked Butter to come back to Boston with her; to live with her and to be her mate, lover, and friend, always. The two had hugged and kissed and hugged more. Butter had been filled with pleasure by the offer. She wanted it. But her life was so much more complicated than Allison knew. Butter had put Allison off with a note; asking for more time before either of them made decisions. The Blonde had agreed, but shed also pouted until Butter handed her another note promising to write her story, so that all Allisons questions would all be answered before they began planning their future.The blonde had repeated the phrase Butter had written over and over, planning our future. It had made the blonde happy.Butter remembered the guesses that Allison had already made about her strangeness. The blondes curiosity was raised and she seemed determined to know the origin of her lovers strange hair and, and her much stranger extra breasts. I have lived through an experience that is perhaps unique. Butter reflected.Allisons first guess, a teasing one, in Butters bed the morning after their first night of love, had been predictable.Butter, are you an alien?The brindle haired girl had laughed, her strange soundless laugh, and shaken her head. The movement had shaken her breasts, all eight, so delightfully that Allison had forgotten all about her curiosity for some time. Eventually theyd decided they must get up, at least to eat, and the questions had begun again, over a very late lunch in the hotels dinning room. Are you a mutation, Butter? Are you an exotic little mutant girl? Allison had quietly asked over a cold cucumber soup. Again, Butter had shaken her head, no.Youre sure, I think youd look darling in one of those exotic X-men supper hero outfits. Tell me, sweet thing, what kind of super power do you have. I know The milk that comes from your breasts makes the drinker invincible Allison had giggles, and Butter had blushed at her friends game.I wonder what an X-man is? Butter had thought.The next morning, as they flew in an ancient DC-3 to the little coastal town of Diminico, Allison had run her hand over Butters thigh and asked, just load enough to be heard over the big planes engines, If you arent an alien, and you arent a mutant, Butter, you must be a part of an whole race, all of whose women have eight breasts? Butter had smiled again, it was a soft gentile smile that Allison loved; a smile of reason, of tolerance, and of benevolence. The brindle haired beauty had pulled her pad out of her purse and wrote for a moment. Grinning she gave the note to Allison. It read, Yes, and no. All of my kind have eight breasts, and Im the only one of my kind, at least that I know of.Allison had laughed. A riddle I havent tried to figure out a riddle since grammar school Oh, but this is such a mystery. Lets see if I can guess.Butter had squeezed Allisons hand and shaken her head no. Shes written another note and passed it to Allison.Please, Allison, dont try to guess. I want to tell you. But Ive never told anyone. Please give me a little time. Looking up after reading the note, Allison saw tears in Butters soft blue eyes. She hugged her friend and promised to wait until Butter was ready.Dearest, if thats never, its OK. Its a teasing mystery, but your happiness is so much more important than satisfying my prying curiosity. The other passengers had seen the two pretty young American women, holding each other, quietly touching, and caressing each other. The love shared by the two was so clearly in its first and freshest blossom, that no one in the plane had the heart for an unkind thought. When the two had decided theyd seen enough of the City, Butter had asked Allison to accompany her for the month she was staying on the Pacific coast. The two had gotten out Allisons map of Coast Rica and found that Dominico was just fifty miles south of Manuel Antonio National Park, Allison had quickly agreed. Of course she would have agreed to go to the South Pole, if that was where Butter was going next. Butters note had explained, My employers booked me a cabana at the Hotel Punta Dominico. I have it for a whole month, starting tomorrow. Its one of only five cabanas at the hotel; they said it sites on cliff overlooking the sea, separated from the other four cabanas and from a small restaurant. Its supposed to be very private. If you can, Allison, please stay there with me; for the whole month if you can. I want us to get to know each other better so much. What we have could be so important. But we dont really know each other, yet.We could hire someone to drive us, for a day to Manuel Antonio, if you really want to go there.Allison saw a fearful look in Butters eyes and quickly hugged her friend, Lets see what the Hotel Dominico, and the surrounding area, have to offer. Manuel Antonio is supposed to be breathtakingly beautiful. Manuel Antonio Beach has been described as the most beautiful beach in the world. But, Butter, as far as Im concerned it couldnt be more beautiful than you. Id trade a thousand beautiful beaches for one extra day with you.Butter had hugged Allison and kissed her. One kiss led to more kisses, which led to caresses, that in tern led to the bed. It was later that afternoon that Allison discovered that while all eight of Butters breasts were femininely sensitive, the lowest two, the two that were almost in Butters sweet groin, seemed to have the strongest link to the delicate cleft nearby. The blonde discovered that when she focused her attention on Butters two lowest breasts she could flood Butters sex with her bodys excitement and bring the strange beautiful brindle haired woman to climax after climax. In the afterglow, as Allison softly licked and sucked on Butters eight breasts, each in tern, being careful to not neglect any, she giggled. Im certainly becoming quite the little breast fetishist. I always thought that mens obsession with breasts was so infantile. I guess I finally know what it is thats so fascinating. At least in part, its the mystery of such amazing organs to one who doesnt know what its like to have them. I guess it must be more of a mystery for men. At least I know what its like to have two. Butters magic is having eight. The plane ride over the mountains was bumpy, the two young women were surprised, and a little worried, when the plain dropped between the mountains, instead of going over them. The flight was otherwise uneventful. Both young women were nervous when the ancient plain set down in what appeared to be a long vacant lot. As the stepped out the saw that there was a layer of gravel below the layer of short sparse grass that the plan rested on. A car was waiting for them. The other passengers were envious of the luxury, as most had to wait for a bus that would make the circuit of Dominicos hotels and gust houses. The young women were a little surprised when they found that their hotel was on a narrow point of land that jutted far out into the sea nearly a miles south of the town. The hotels office was in the small restaurant. The only person their, a man with white hair, who was repairing a fishing net. When the two came in he greeted them warmly, and gave them the key to cabana five. He explaining to Allison, whos excellent Spanish was a great pleasure to his tourist abused ear, that Cabana five was the most secluded of the five accommodations they offered, although it was only 100 meters away. He helped them with their bags, Butters largest bags really. Allison was traveling with only a small knapsack, and Butter carried the smaller of her two bags. As their host guided them through the lush plantings the Allison was struck with the beauty and the tranquility of the place. In the distance she could see the blue ocean through the riot of green vegetation and brightly colored flowers that they moved through. Above them in the foliage they heard parrots chattering, the green birds among the green leaves were invisible to the eye. The sound of the birds was set off by the sound of the surf in the distance.When the came upon the steps leading to their cabana it was a surprise. Their guide parted some ferns and there it was; hidden and special, a place in the neo-tropical jungle. They went up a half-flight and found themselves on a wide wood decked veranda that looked out over the sea. In the naked branches of a tress, part way down the slop below the deck they could see a flock of small green parrots eating a brownish fruit that the tree seemed to posses in abundance. The cabanas roof came out covering the entire veranda, creating cool shade over the south-facing veranda. Two hammocks were suspended at its far end and there were two hardwood chairs and a small table. The chairs and tables were mahogany, and the hammocks were made of a woven thick multi-colored cotton threads in bight geometric pattern. When the entered the cabana they found a single large room with an open raftered ceiling. Its sides were made up of many narrow louvered doors that opened in. Most were open and the two saw that insect screen was stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Beyond they could see a large walk in closet with built in cabinets and another door leading to a bathroom. Setting down Butters bags their guide explained, in Spanish, that the electricity went off at ten in the evening and came back on at eight in the morning. The restaurant was open when the electricity was on, and their meals and drinks were already paid for. There were no fixed times for meals and they were free to dine when ever it suited them. After a lingering smile, that contained more than a touch of leer, he looked over the two pretty women a last time and left. Chapter V: The LaptopAfter they were alone Allison had slowly walked through the cabana, smiling. She looked through every louvered opening and could see no other cabanas, people, not even the path they followed to find the cabana.Well have absolute privacy here. Without looking at her friend the blonde kept up a monologue as she perused the spaces that were to be there home for the next month. Goody We can try seeing what fun we can have playing together in one of those colorful hammocks on the veranda. Just think, think, the sound of the surf, lapping on the beach, me lapping on your cleft, in time with the waves. It was the fist time that Allison had ever used that word talking to a lover. It made her feel naughty and erotic at the same time. She giggled as she continued to examine the cabanas interior.Butter This whole place is made out of tropical hardwoods Even the shower. Glancing over at her friend, Allison saw that she was unpacking. Sitting on the large bed was a laptop computer.A laptop. Wow, Butter, we can talk to each other. I didnt know you had that. It might not be convenient to haul around with us, but here in the cabana we can use it to talk. No more writing notes.Butter looked sheepishly at the floor. Then she wrote another note and passed it to her increasingly curious friend.Its new; another gift from my employers. They wanted me to be able to e-mail them while Im gone. Theyre very eager to know if Ill be returning to them. They said I could negotiate with them as I thought about things this way. Allison, Ive never used a computer. I havent typed in more than ten years. I wasnt very good at it then. Could you show me how to use it?Allison laughed, Sure. Butter, you amaze me. I didnt think there was an American woman in her twenties, that wasnt addicted to e-mail They must really want you back Lets see what youve got under the hood.The blonde walked over and picked the computer up. Butter This is an Apple ibook Theyre so cool. Do you have anything else? I had an iMac in college and it was a breeze to learn. You only needed information on your inter-net settings.Butter pulled out a little notebook and handed it to Allison. The young blonde woman flipped through it quickly.Its all here, Butter. They even gave you dial up numbers for San Jose, and most big cities in the states. You have your own e-mail account. EMAIL REMOVED - USE THE PRIVATE MESSAGE SYSTEM Wow The mystery deepens. I know I said Id stop asking questions, but all of a sudden I have so many.She glanced at the brindle haired girl, and saw her lip was quivering, and tears were in her eyes. Allison knew that her curiosity wasnt worth Butters tears. No Not one of themButter, you dont need to ever tell me anything. But if you decide to trust me, Im dieing to knowWe cant get you on the inter-net from here, theres no dial-up number for Dominico. Looking around she laughed. And theres no phone eitherBut, by the time we get back to San Jose youll be an expert. Are you stopping at the hotel Europa again? I saw there was a phone jacks set up for computers in your suite.Butter nodded yes, and wrote another note. Allison, I have another week booked in the same suite at the Europa. If you can, and want to, Id love you to share the suite with me again.Sure, Butter. My boss will let me have as much time as I want. He wants me back, and knew I was going through a rough time, breaking up with Nick. Really the only thing limiting the length of my stay is my budget. So far I havent spent much. Youve been so kind about sharing. I guess it cant make any difference about the rooms, but are sure its OK with your employers that theyre picking up the tab for my food, bar bill, and even my laundry?Butter nodded that it was and scribbled another note.Theyre very rich, and they want me to have a good time. They encouraged me to feel free to take new friends out to dinner, or even to have them stay with me.Allison read the note and mentally shrugged her shoulders. Shed brought two thousand dollars with her, mostly in travelers checks. If she was careful, shed figured the money might last a month. But thanks to Butters generosity she spent less than a hundred dollars in the first week. If she spent the next four weeks with Butter, as her new friend had asked, shed still have most of her money. Ill need to buy her something really nice. Something very special, that shows her how important she is to me. But itll be tough. As near as I can tell she isnt into material possessions, not even clothes. The computer is the first thing Ive seen that was Butters that wasnt totally utilitarian. Well, maybe art would work. Ive seen her smiling at some of the paintings weve seen; especially those showing the local wildlife.Butter, if youll share your new toy, Ill just e-mail my boss my new plans when we get back to the Europa. If you can stay longer when your reservations are up we could use my money. Maybe we could stay an extra week or so?The mute young woman quickly handed Allison another note. I cant stay in Costa Rica more than a few extra days. Theres something I need to get back to the States for. Its one reason it will be difficult to leave my employers.OK, Butter, we can go back when you need to. If you dont return to your job, maybe youll come spend some time with me in Boston. Ive a nice little apartment in the Back-bay. Theres plenty of room for two, and Ive got a big bedButter looked lovingly at Allison and nodded her agreement. Yet the blonde sensed that the exotic girl was worried. Shes not sure that Ill still want to be with her when we return to San Jose. I guess she is planning to tell me her secret, and she doesnt know I love her so much it couldnt matter. Oh, how could she doubt me? How do I let her know how much she means to me? Allison leaned over and hugged Butter. Holding her tightly she kissing her neck and the area of naked shoulder exposed by the silent girls sundress. Butter, I love you. If you dont want me, Ill go. But I love you, and want to be with you every second I can; even if youre an ax murder in hiding, a dope dealer, or a hooker. What we feel for each other, in bed and out of bed, is special. Whatever secrets you have, youre the warmest most loving person Ive ever known. If youll have me, Im your friend forever.Butter hugged Allison tighter, and the blonde could tell the strange girl was crying. They hugged for a long time before Butter was calm enough to release Allison from her arms. When she did, she smiled sheepishly and pointed to the laptop.A moment later the two were sitting on the bed with the computer between them. Allison had shown Butter how to change the dial-up number for each city she might be in. Twenty minutes later Butter was carrying on a very verbal, although written, conversation with Allison. Butter would hunt and peck in a statement or a question, and turn the computer to Allison, who them would type in her reply. The blonde very carefully stayed away from asking any questions about Butters mysteries past, satisfying herself with a long discussion centered on making plans for their stay in Dominico.As they silently chatted, Allison was amazed at the things Butter didnt know about. The exotic young woman knew next to nothing about fashion, makeup, current events, Hollywood gossip, or even trends in restaurants. She had seen many movies but nothing new. Allison decided that for whatever reason, Butters employers must have kept her as a live in servant on the farm. Her new friend seemed to have missed most of the events of the last decade. The blonde decided that Butter hadnt really been off the estate, farm, or whatever it was in ten years. Her only contact with cinema had been through cable TV, or rented movies. They dont seem to have even let her read the newspapers. They treat her well, but make her live like some kind of cloistered nun. She seems healthy, yet she seems to know almost nothing of food. Thinking about it, Allison recollected that Butter always ate things that were very plain: salad with no dressing, fresh fruit, beans and rice, with almost no seasoning, meat without any sauce or even ketchup. Although Allison had made a dent in the well stocked bar in their room, Butter had never had more than one bottle of Imperial Beer, on any day. The two discovered that they both loved Sandra Bullock, and Tom Hanks. They had both cried at the ending of Turner and Hooch. Allison thought that Butter had almost opened up when they written to each other about their distress at the films end when the dog had died. Butter, had become very quite and only after thinking for several minutes had typed, Such a beautiful male.Allison had wanted to laugh and asked, Tom Hanks, or the dog? The look of pain on Butters face prompted the blonde to change the subject.The next three weeks were a mix of swimming together and sunning on deserted beaches. They did hire a car and driver to take them to Manuel Antonio for one day. The drive was an ordeal; down narrow graveled roads and across frequent bridges that were barely more than two logs tossed across the many jungle streams they crossed. Once they arrived at the fabled park, they thought that the beaches were very beautiful, but rather crowded. The half mile long crescent must have had fifty people swimming or sunning on the sand when the arrived. Allison felt silly for thinking the almost empty beach was crowded, but compared to having the private beach at Dominico she share with only Butter, it seemed cramped. The two spent a very pleasant day sunning and swimming in the warm waters of the sheltered lagoon the beach open onto. Hiking out of the park, back to the car and driver, thet were thrilled to see Capuchin and Squirrel Monkeys above there heads, and to hear in the growing twilight, the songs of a tribe of Howler Monkeys. That crowds and the difficulty of the bumpy drive had convinced the two of the superiority of the little secluded beaches theyd found around their isolated hotel. In Dominico, they seemed to always be alone with each other. As the days progressed Allison was finally able to convince Butter that she could safely sun and swim in the nude. The brindle haired woman was terrified of others seeing her breasts. After two weeks of nude sub bathing, Alisons tan was nearly as deep as Butters, and covered every square inch of her skin. It was looking at her friend, nude on the beach, that Allison realized that Butter already had an all-over tan. She must get to nude sunbath a lot on the farm or what ever it is, she decided.The two sometimes would engage in some mild sex play on the beach. But when things started to really heat up, Butter always sweetly insisted that they return to the security and the comfort of their bed in the cabana. Only once in the first three weeks had Allison managed to really make love with Butter in the sand. It had been a very hot afternoon. As the light faded and a cool breeze swept in off the sea, Allison had inched slowly over to Butter. Before the bridle haired woman could object, Allison was doing her magic on Butters bottom two breasts with her soft mouth, while she expertly used her fingers to caresses the exotic beauty into climax after climax. As Butter had come, for the fifth time, Allison had tasted something odd in her mouth. Shes sucked, just a little bit harder and realized that Butters breast was feeding her a rich creamy milk. Allison giggled, remembering teasing Butter about the milk from her eight breasts imparting super powers to those lucky enough to nurse at Butters there. She quickly resumed sucking the milk into her mouth. The blonde decided that she liked the flavor. As she nursed she noted that giving her milk seemed to relax Butter, although the scent of the brindle haired girls arousal was growing delightfully more insistent.Later Butter had typed her a message, explaining that her breasts had been so stimulated by Allisons frequent attention that she was lactating. Coyly, the brindle haired girl had typed, Allison, all my breasts are now lactating. You must either suckle enough to relieve the pressure, or stop sucking on them all together. I must now either wean you or feed youAllison had laughed, and replied on the laptop, Then you shall nurse me until we must part. I wont be weaned as long as I can be near youIt had seemed natural for the two to converse on the laptop after a week of using it. Although Allison knew that Butter understood every work she said, since Butter could only speak through notes or the computer, Allison almost gave up talking; preferring to respond to Butters written comments and questions in kind.She did add; I know it must be part of the mystery you hesitate to tell me, Butter. But when you can, please tell me about your children. I want so much to know about them. The fact that youre able to nurse, after the mild stimulation Ive ministered to your beautiful breasts, strongly hints at your having a family.Tears had filled Butters eyes. She typed just a few words, that added to Allisons wonder, Allison, my sweet lover, I have sons and daughters. I love them. Yet, Im permanently separated from them; it is their way. Please dont ask me about it, not now anyway.Allison had cuddled the young woman in her arms until Butters tears ceased. Then she had used all her skill to please her lover again. Later Butter insisted on Allison accepting her attentions. She caressed and licked the blonde until Allisons body was vibrating with pleasure. Like a silver tuning fork whose sweet sound made a perfect cord with Butters vibrating spark. Butter didnt stop until Allison insisted it was time she dine on Butters milk. Both girls were lost in the soft afterglow of sexual release and contentment as Allison nursed at each of Butters eight breasts. Chapter VI: The LetterButter was thankful for the ibookss near silent keyboard as she began to write. Glancing over at Allisons nude sleeping form she resolved to continue. If she doesnt know what I am, how can she really know how she feels; if I was merely someone mistress or a mixed up in prostitution, I know she would find a way to hold on to our love. But, she must know the whole truth, or we can have no future. Then she began.My dearest Allison, I write this while you sleep. Sitting a few feet away from you.Butter again stopped to look lovingly at Allison, before her fingers moved back to the keyboard. She was frightened of loosing her newly found love. But to not tell her now may mean that Ill loose her later. With a mix of fear and determination she returned to her task. Im writing my story because I must tell it, and I no longer can speak. You have told me you love me, and I have tried to make you understand that I love you. The life together you have offered me is sweetly tempting. But it would be unfair to you for me accept without your fully understanding what I am. You have asked to know my story. I love you. Loving you means I must tell you things I fear to disclose. I know that it is possible that even my sweet open minded and accepting Allison may not be able to accept me, once you know who I have been and what Ive become. Many will feel that my life must have been a ten-year long nightmare. Yet, some parts of the last ten years have been sweet and filled with pleasure. Ive experienced pleasures that are beyond human experience and beyond most peoples imagination. There are pleasures I have freely enjoyed, that perhaps you will find unacceptable. Allison, Im on vacation, my first ever, and Im wearing clothing for the first time in a decade, but Im getting ahead of myself. Sitting, feeling the cool breeze coming in off our veranda, Ill write my story on the new laptop computer the Pembrooks gave me. It is written, just for you, so you can really know who, and what you have loved. I remember when we watched the parakeets feed in the fruit trees, the ones just below the cabana that we see when we look down at the surf, earlier today. I was struck at how they were paired, mated to each other so strongly that they were never more than a few feet apart. I have share that feeling in the past, and when I look at you, your lean beautiful body asleep a few feet from me, I feel it again. If I were to separate from you I would ache. Yet, we may part soon, and if we do part, we may never be together again; our lives continuing as they were before; our love slowly becoming only a faded memory. If I should loose you I hope that your memory of me will be a pleasant one. I have a little time, less than three weeks, to decide if I wish to return to my life of the last ten years, or go on to something else. If I return, I must be back at Pembrook Farm by the end of the month, roughly twenty days from now. The Pembrooks would let me take longer, but I cant afford more time. I know youll wonder, Why? But that is something you need to know the whole story to understand. In telling the story I must tell you of others. Including some things that happened between the Pembrooks before I knew them, as well as of my life with them. Their history, and my history with them, is our private business. I choose to share it with you, knowing I can trust you to respect their privacy, as well as my own. Before telling you my story I ask you to accept my assurances, that the Pembrooks have treated me with respect and kindness. Much more than I expected when I made my bargain with Grace Pembrook. Im really rather fond of them. Although our relationship is far from normal, it is one in which Ive come to trust that they will protect me, in some ways cherish me, and never seek to cause me pain. I feel you may think they need a defense for what they have done with me. Please be assured, I hold them accountable only for saving my life. They did that in more ways than one.To begin, I should go back to the beginning. I seem to have been avoiding that. But that is the point of this letter. I was born into this world to a poor family that named me Barbara. My family lived in Portland, Oregon. In a poor and rough neighborhood that city calls Lents. My parents were poor and harsh. When I was twelve my father began beating me and as he did he railing at me to not be with boys. He warned me against the evil of sex and of my female body and the sin that female lust had plunged all mankind into. It was not surprising when it began. I was the youngest. Id seen him with my older sisters. I felt, it was my turn. My mother seemed to ignore the abuse. Perhaps she was only grateful that she was being left alone. When I was sixteen I ran away. For years hed threatened or beaten me weekly. I shall remember until the day I die, his screaming and tirades, as he struck me and swore he would kill me if he caught m with a boy. I left with the clothes on my back, and nothing else.I dont think they even looked for me. I lived on the streets, pan-handling, stealing, and doing odd jobs. There was a youth shelter I could stay in when it got too cold or wet for sleeping outdoors. Nearby there was a free clinic for homeless teenagers. I came to be known well in both places. When I was almost eighteen I feel ill. In time the doctors at the clinic diagnosed my condition as kidney failure. The told me, that without a kidney transplant Id be dead in a year. As a homeless girl, without insurance or even a job, my chances at getting the transplant were zero. With each passing day I felt myself becoming weaker. By my eighteenth birthday I was no longer strong enough to take the occasional day jobs Id relied on before to allow me to say no to men who wanted to use my body. Shortly after I turned 18, I began saying yes. But a few months later I looked so debilitated that the johns were no longer interested. Allison, Im ashamed to admit it, but I promised myself to tell you everything. Ive slept with many men. The johns were kinder to me than my father. They used my body for their pleasure, but didnt beat me and they left my mind alone. Once in a while a woman would want me. At those times I always hoped for friendship, but afterwards they often seemed ashamed of what wed done. Like the men, they left money on the bed, and walked out of my life. At eighteen, I had no notion of whether I was gay, straight, or bisexual. All I knew was that I was young, slight of build, and attractive to older men and a few middle-aged women. The homeless girls and women I knew avoided contact with me. They were friendly, but they saw me as competition to their own prostitution. I know now that there are other, kinder women, I just never knew any until I met Grace Pembrook.The free clinic was able to supply me with drugs that slowed the progress of my dieses. But slowing they were not curing it. Some days I saw the medicine as a way to protract the growing torture that life was becoming. Living on only the food that I could beg, I realized I would be die soon. I gave the few possessions I had to those I considered friends. I wrote a long letter to my father, telling him I forgave him. The letter didnt tell him how to find me or informed him that I was dieing. I didnt want to see him. Telling him that I would soon be dead seemed pathetically revengeful. I called my mother, who was drunk at the time, and told her I loved her. She cried, but didnt ask to see me. I was ready to die. The pain I was in made death a welcome, if terrifying prospect. It seemed a blessing that it would all be over in a few weeks; the doctor had said, maybe two months, if I was lucky.A week later I went to the clinic for what I thought would be the last time. It took me an hour to walk the mile between the shelter I was in, and the clinics door. The doctor Id been seeing, Doctor Canon, helped me into his office and sat down beside me. I was down to ninety-five pounds. My blondish hair was thinning, and the other kids in the shelter had started calling me the walking corpse. Although Id told them what was wrong with me, the generally accepted reason for my decline was thought to be AIDS.Doctor Canon told me I was near the end. I admitted that I knew. Doctor Canon, sitting in his starched white coat, apologized. He was embarrassed to be living in a time when there was a cure, a kidney transplant, but also a time when lack of money meant I would die.I told him I understood, and thanked him for the extra time hed bought me with the drugs the clinic dispensed.Then he surprised me, Doctor Canon asked me if there was a way, a desperate way, through which I might live, if would I would consider it. Allison, I was afraid to die; afraid of the darkness, the rotting, and most afraid of the never-ending lack of awareness. I said yes, I would eagerly consider anything. Doctor Canon helped me into a nearby examination room, and told me to wait. He suggested that I rest. It would be a while, perhaps hours. There was a cot and chair in the room. I laid down on the cot, and was soon asleep. I noticed, as I got onto the cot that the black arms on the wall-clock read eleven in the morning. I woke-up sometime later. Doctor Canon was in the room, lightly shaking my shoulder. Looking up I saw two things. The clock now read four in the afternoon, and we werent alone. Behind the doctor was a woman. She was middle-aged, still very pretty, with dark chestnut hair. She was slightly plump, but she retained a clearly discernable waistline and nice figure. Her breasts were looked firm and large; riding high on her chest. I remember thinking she might be wearing one of those bras that add shape. But as we talked I realized she was braless. As she talked I could see her breasts bouncing and moving with her body. She was very animated; her hands and head were constantly in motion as she talked. The other girls I knew, working the streets, had taught me enough about the trouble it took to be attractive, for me to appreciate Grace Pembrooks appearance. Her carefully styled hair, in combination with the expensive blue silk suit she wore, and her perfect pink fingernails, screamed high-maintenance and pampered. I knew she was rich.It was such a strange conversation I think I should recount it as close to word-for-word as I can. The conversation seems to have been burned into my memory.Doctor Canon began by introducing me. Barbara, this is Mrs. Grace Pembrook, she asked to meet you. Ive already told her a great deal about you. Turning to the woman the Doctor continued; Mrs. Pembrook, Ill be here for several more hours. Feel free to use this room as long as you need it. Ill make sure that the two of you are not disturbed. Remember, if Barbara accepts your offer, you must act quickly. She hasnt much time. Doctor Canon then turned and left, closing the door softly behind him. As he left he glanced at me, there was a strained look on his face, like he wasnt sure whether he was helping me or not.Barbara, Im sorry that you are sick. Im hoping that we might help each other. Doctor Canon assured me that you wanted to live enough to seriously consider what may seem a very strange, even perverted proposal.Yes, Mrs. Pembrook. I dont want to die. Yet, I dont expect to live for more than a few more weeks. Ill consider, Ill do, anything. Whatever you want from me? It cant be worse than dieing.Some might think so, Barbara. Doctor Canon has also informed me that you have worked as a prostitute. Seeing the shame in my face Grace hurried on, Its only that which makes me think that you might accept my offer. If we make our bargain that life is behind you, and I promise, well both forget your shame. It is true, isnt it?Yes, Im not proud of it, but when youre cold and hungry it doesnt seem so wrong.No, it isnt wrong, Barbara. Its never wrong to choose life. Youll soon understand how its relevant. You see Im forty-two year old. We, Brian my husband and I, are rich, or at least Brian is. Weve been together for more than twenty years. During that time he and I have indulge our every whim. When we were younger we freely experimented with everything life has to offer. Beginning before we married and continued after our wedding we have always worked at experiencing the wild side. We tried drugs, dangerous sports, and every sexual abortion and fetish we could imagine or heard about. Barbara, we found that we didnt care much for drugs, and that only a few of the dare devil sports we tried were satisfying. Now we sail and swim. Sex is the area where we found things that truly thrilled us. We tried everything, from threesomes, to SPAM, to strap ones, to cross-dressing. There were things we liked. Threesomes were great, but we didnt like the group scene. We both greatly enjoyed having another woman share our bed, but Brian felt neglected, sometimes, when we slept with another man. In many ways we built our whole relationship around the bizarre sexual practices we came to love; to what some might call the point of addiction. If wed had children things might have changed, but after trying for several years I found I was barren. Brian was wonderful, completely supportive, and caring. His response was to rush us both more deeply into what most would call a very perverted sex life. Yet ours is a warm and cheerful home.Barbara, it must seem very strange that a stranger is telling you such intimate details of her life. Im not trying to burden you with my past. But, to decide whether you will accept my offer you will need to know who Brian and I are.Unfortunately, I find that I recently seemed to have lost my taste for some of the activities that I introduced into our relationship. Things that have become the heart of Brians sexuality are difficult to give up, even though I now find them a chore. I love my husband. I want to stay with him, and I love it when we make love together, the old fashioned way. Yes, we do that too, as well as the more bazaar things.What I want you to do, Barbara, is take my place in some things, in activities that I have lost my taste for. In other ways I want you to become a creature that satisfies the deepest carnal desires my husband has. I know them all. We have shared our fantasies with each other and experiences that we thought we might find interesting. I want Brians every sexual whim fulfilled. I want him happier than he has ever been. But with my passive, rather than active, participation in activities that I have grown tired of or to old and stiff for. Its not that these activities are painful, or demeaning; at least not to us.I want to use my wealth, to bribe you to take over those activities with my husband that either I no longer wish to do with him, and those he has always longed for that I have never been able to provide.Do I shock you, Barbara?I shook my head, and asked her to continue. Mrs. Pembrook, I assured her, Id much rather live as your husbands sex slave, than die. I was crying as I said the words, for I knew they were true. I was ashamed that they were true, and of the fact that I hoped that she was going to offer me life in exchange for slavery.Well, Barbara, it will be different than you imagine. Probable much better, and still much worse. Let me tell you more, before you give me your decision. If you agree, contracts and other arrangements well be quickly make. Brian and I are not into pain. Not ours, and not yours. I dont think sexual slavery conjures up the image of what we want from you.You see, what we loved, and what Brian still aches for is bestiality, to come to the point, sex with dogs. I can see youre shocked. I quite understand. Yet, it is a common fantasy, and, among women, perhaps the most common fantasy that is fully indulged. It started with us one lazy morning in bed, back when we were still in our senior year of college, I told Brian that Id had a long time fantasy about being bread by a really big dog. The idea had come to me when I was eighteen. Id been spending the summer between high school and college on my grandparents farm. One day something strange, different than the other days, was going on in the horse barn. I asked what it was, but embarrassed, my grandmother told me to not ask. She only succeeded in increased my curiosity. Weeks before, Id discovered a way from the horse barns loft, into the attic of the adjacent chicken house. I said nothing to my grandmother and discreetly, but as quickly as I could, I made my way through the chicken house and into the barns loft. I crept in as quietly. Hiding behind a bale of hay, I peered down. What I saw there was my grandfather and another man. They had my grand parents dog, Angel, a big male mastiff with them. There was also another dog, also a mastiff. Both dogs were on tight leashes. As I watched the men let the two dogs free. The strange mastiff and Angel circled each other. Watching them, I realized that the other dog was a bitch, and that she must be in heat. Id seen dogs mating before, in the alleys of the City, and Id talked about it enough with my girlfriends to understand what was going on. Wed all wondered if someday it was our destiny to go into heat. Some thought it wasnt something that happened to girls. Some were afraid it might. I and, a few other girls, had been eager for it to occur. Thats until I learned that the extra interest I felt in sex during my fertile period was as close as humans get to going into heat.The bitch presented her rear to Angel who began to lick it. The sight excited me. The dogs big tongue working across the bitchs bottom reminded me of how wet and soft that tongue was when hed licked my face. I confess, that my hand found its way into my pants, and panties as I watched. When Angel mounted the bitch I could see his penis as he found the way into her. Watching and listening, hidden in the hay-loft, and fingering myself in time with their coupling; I felt I was somehow part of their mating. When Angel stopped moving, and then shifted his body off of the bitch, I realized that they were tied. They stayed that way, for nearly a half-hour, and all the time the bitch was making little moaning sounds. They were rear-to-rear, and I could see Angels body pulsing. I had my first experience with multiple-orgasms that afternoon, as I watched. When it was over I laid still in the hay, breathing hard, for almost an hour, trying to get my breath back to even. My panties and pants were soaked through with my juices. I felt like I was the bitch that had just been bread. The idea sent a quiver through me that ended as a spasm in my uterus. Not only had I just had my first multiple orgasm, I also had had my first orgasm that came from the image of sex in my mind. Later, I managed to get back to my room without being seen. It was one of my chores to do the laundry. I was glade. I knew if my grandmother had seen my soiled panties, she would have at least known that Id been aroused.Ever since that afternoon, my most stimulating fantasy had been to imagine that I was the bitch being bread by Angel. When I told him about the fantasy, Brian was quick to admit that the idea excited him. In fact it excited him into an almost instant erection. He insisted that we pretend he was a dog as he took me. We both loved it. After I thought he was spent, he was ready again. This time he insisted that I was a bitch, and that he was a man servicing a bitch in heat. The sex was even better than the first time. After that we often played the game where one of us was a dog. We never tired of it. When Brian was worn out or sleepy, and not interested in sex, all I needed to do to get him hard and eager was describe to him my fantasy of what I thought it would feel like to be bread by a really big dog.To be continued.
Comment by SusanMichelle — 27, 2006 @ 11:54 pm
Well, Susan, I see that you are a true “writer”. I found your story to be the type the reader “can’t put down until finished.” Thank you for letting us read it. A 10×10 from me. (Even thou there are no men in the story, or maybe because no men.)
Comment by tumblebug — 28, 2006 @ 1:25 am
There is a man in the story and he has a good time. Check out the chapters next week.
Comment by SusanMichelle — 28, 2006 @ 2:37 am
This is another winner of a story Susan; and I really can’t guess quite which way it’s going to turn next. Well done, author
Comment by tomasbll — 28, 2006 @ 3:33 am
ok ok I’m hooked great story buttercup can’t wait for the next installment drooling thank you
Comment by ThirdMan48 — 28, 2006 @ 3:43 am
You are a wonderful writer. Its a lovely story.
Comment by Rose1 — 28, 2006 @ 3:54 am
Great second installment Susanmichelle, well doneDo we really have to wait til next week for installment 3?
Comment by wagger — 28, 2006 @ 4:50 am
Whoathought it was good reading the 1st part…but this is getting really hotand it hasnt even got to the part where she tells about getting operated on…then going through the horny process of being matedSuch a great story…thanks so much for continuing to write it Can imagine its getting the female members rather worked upreally looking forward to reading more as u post it
Comment by L337Zoo — 28, 2006 @ 11:07 pm