Adventures Of Sarah Stevens - Chapter 8 Brute Likes Me

After packing up my bookbag, I went down to the kitchen and out the side door. There was a tall wooden gate in front of a wooden staircase that led down to the back yard of the house. At the foot of the steps and next to the house was a small garden shed with a sink. Under the sink was a 50-pound bag of dog food that was about half full. I wondered how long a bag like that lasted a dog as big as Brute.

Brute’s food and water bowls were on the ground just around the corner of the shed. The food bowl was empty and the water was half gone. As I emptied the old water out onto the foundation plants, I marvelled at how big the bowls were. Each was the size of a large mixing bowl and would hold over a half-gallon. Everything about Brute was big.

I washed out the bowls thoroughly and refilled them. I had no trouble with filling the food bowl from the big bag, as there was a scoop in it for that purpose. I tried to carry the water carefully to keep from sloshing it, but I stumbled over the garden hose and got it all over me anyway. I was still figuring out how to walk since my breasts blocked most of my vision below. I realized then that I should have used the hose to fill the water bowl rather than carrying it from the sink.

I was standing there with water dripping off me when I heard something crash through the woods that bordered the yard. It startled me. It sounded like a herd of buffalo charging through the underbrush and I froze as I listened to the sound of branches snapping.

I laughed when the bushes parted and Brute bounded out of the woods. I shook my head as my concern evaporated and I watched the dog approach. Even at a distance, he looked huge. He crossed the yard so quickly that I hardly had time to blink, even though I knew it was at least 200 feet from the house to the trees. Brute was on me in a flash, jumping and sniffing and licking me like I was his favourite person on Earth. I tried to give as good as I got, petting and rubbing and scratching him as vigorously as I could. I was greatly overmatched, though. He had almost a hundred-pound advantage and he was incredibly strong. I was in awe of the sheer power of such a magnificent animal. The dog was so happy to have me play with him that I could not help but feel happy too. His energy seemed limitless. Several times he knocked me to the ground as we played. The next time this happened, I grabbed his neck and swung onto his back, locking my legs around his body. Even though I was half his weight, he moved easily, as though I was no more than a fly. Having me clinging to his back while he ran around the yard did not bother him a bit. He seemed to like the new game and he ran and jumped while I held on tight and pressed my face into the fur of his neck. The sensation of having my whole body against all that solid muscle as he moved was intoxicating. The heat he gave off when he ran soaked into me.

We went around and around the yard, going faster with each lap until my hands slipped and I fell off into the grass. I rolled to my feet and jumped at the dog, but he shied away. It turned into a game of tag, where I would chase him and try to jump on his back and he would dodge; and then he would chase me and I would try to escape.

We spent a lot of time at this until I was too exhausted to keep it up and collapsed onto the ground, trying to catch my breath. Brute stopped playing immediately and came over to see if I was OK. He bent down his huge head and licked my face and neck with his big tongue until I was forced to get up or drown in doggie-drool.

I looked down at my clothes and saw that they were filthy from the dirt and grass.

“Oh, no! At least these weren’t my new clothes,” I said, half to myself and half to the dog. This top and shorts would never be the same again.

“I guess these will have to be my grubbies from now on.”

Brute looked at me guiltily. He tried to clean the green smudge off my knee by licking it. It was strange, the way he seemed to know what I was saying.

“Thanks,” I said. “But I think I’ll need soap for that.”

I patted Brute goodbye and went back up the stairs as he trotted off into the woods to terrorize the local squirrel population some more.

As I reached the kitchen door, Jim called out to me.

“Sarah! There you are. I wanted to know what kind of pizza you wanted for tonight before I called in the order. We have all the… what the hell happened to you?”

I tried to stand up straight and look natural, but I knew it was hopeless. I just stood there with my clothes twisted and dirty, looking like a poor waif.

“Have you been playing with the dog or has he been playing with you? You look like he buried you and then dug you up. Well, if you want to trash those clothes, I wouldn’t blame you.”

“I think I’ll keep them to wear outside. I had fun playing with Brute. He’s a sweetie.” I decided to get cleaned up. I even selected the blue dress with the halter-top. It would go nicely with Alex’s green sun-dress.
for visiting.

In addition to the shower, big bathtub, double sinks and long countertop, my bathroom had a bidet, which was a brand-new experience for me. I knew enough to get on before I turned the water on, but I had never actually used one before. After I tried it, I didn’t see how I was ever going to do without one again. Jim and Bud’s parents sure knew how to design a bathroom.

After I soaked off all the dirt and grass-stains, I started on my hair. It didn’t need curlers or hot-irons or mousse, which cuts down the hassle a whole lot, but I am fussy about getting my bangs to hang just right. I had just reached for my makeup kit when I laughed to myself and pushed it away again. “Old habits die hard,” I said to myself. I leaned forward to get a closer look at my face in the mirror and after a couple of minutes of trance-concentration, I had a light blush on my cheeks, pale pink glossy lips, highlights under my eyes and a credible outliner. I found the only thing I could not simulate was mascara. Apparently, hair, being just so much dead tissue, was beyond my mental control. It was a good lesson for me, showing me that there were, after all, limits to my abilities. Still, it was good to know that my makeup would stay exactly as it was until I decided to change it. I could live without extra-long lashes. The stuff was always getting in my eyes anyway.

I was dressed and downstairs just a couple of minutes before six. It was a good thing, too. When I looked out the front window, I saw Alex walking up the sidewalk. She seemed to be having trouble. She was walking stiff-legged and she stopped a couple of times and held on to a pole or a sign. I was concerned, until I realized what her problem was. She had followed my instructions to the letter and not touched herself for the last 24 hours. The poor dear must have been about ready to pop from the frustration. Walking up the hill was probably so much stimulation between her legs that she was on the verge of orgasm with every step. Just watching her was making me wet.

As I stood there Jim came up beside me.

“What on Earth did you do to that poor girl?” He asked with a smile.

“I told her she couldn’t cum until I told her to.” I grinned. “You do remember the bet right?”

He knew he was going to lose. I could probably get a total stranger naked in under five minutes.

I waited a discreet ten-count when the doorbell rang so Alex would not suspect that we had been watching her ‘cumming’ up the sidewalk. When I opened it and she saw me she started panting like she had just run a marathon. This girl was in bad shape. I needed to give her release soon or I would not be able to live with myself.

“Hi, Alex! Come in.” I said, cheerfully. She stepped into the foyer and I shut the door.

“Well,” I said. I looked Alex up and down. She was gorgeous. She had obviously gone all out getting ready for tonight and I wanted her to know that I appreciated it. I crooked my finger at her and she stepped close. I put my arms around her and kissed her gently, just brushing her lips with mine. I felt her shudder. She was ripe for the picking, and had to get to it before she fell from the vine on her own.

“You look fantastic,” I told her. “Thank you for coming. I’ve been looking forward to this so much.”

She just smiled at me. This was truly a girl of few words. I could see how she got a reputation for being shy. But I also knew that under that shy exterior was a red-headed tornado, just waiting to be released. I took her hand and led her downstairs.

Jim and Bud stood to greet my guest. The introductions were brief. Everybody knew who everybody was, even if there had been little social contact before this. I led Alex to the sofa, but did not let her sit down right away.

“Alex.” I said with a hint of tone-of-command in my voice, “You must be hot in that dress. Take it off and let me lick your pussy.”

The dress was still in the air when her naked butt hit the couch. She spread her legs and reached for me with a look of lust that told me she would cum with the first lick. I glanced at Jim. His jaw had dropped to his chest. I don’t know what he expected to happen, but this clearly beat anything he could have imagined.

I knelt between Alex’s open legs and stroked her thighs. She pulled her outer pussy lips apart and looked at me with a pleading expression. I could not make her wait any longer.

“Do you want me to lick you, or would you rather Bud or Jim did it?” I asked her, always the good hostess, giving my guest a choice.

“You first,” she said.

“Girl, I like the way you think.” I said, and leaned forward over her sex. I stuck out my tongue as far as I could, as if I were about to lick her slit. She raised her butt almost completely off the sofa, trying to get her pussy within range of my tongue. Instead of licking, I dropped my head and engulfed her clit with my mouth. I quickly sucked it partly into my mouth and tugged at it with my lips.

The effect on Alex was everything I could have asked for. She bucked almost her whole body off the sofa and let out a scream that could have woken the dead. She clamped her thighs around my head so tight that I thought my eyes would pop out. I had no mercy on her clit. I kept on sucking and licking. She thrashed and bounced and screamed and shrieked and cried and whipped her head around hard enough to snap her long hair like a whip. After a couple of minutes, I quit licking. A minute after that, I quit sucking. It seemed to have little effect on Alex. She was burning stored sexual energy and could not quit cumming until she had exhausted it.

Slowly, she wound down to a lolling head and some incoherent mumbling. Her muscles were as loose as untied shoelaces. I pried her legs from around my head and pressed them back together. She fell over onto her side and stuck a thumb into her mouth.

I stood up and looked at Jim. The bulge in his pants told me he had enjoyed every second of the show. “Think you can do that?” I asked him. She shook his head numbly. He got down on his knees and made a big bow.

“You are the Master,” he said. “I am your slave.”