The Blind Woman Next Door

enee was always curious about the blind woman living next door with her guide dog. A school assignment gives her the perfect excuse to learn all about her... Renee could still remember the moment she first saw Angela and her dog. She'd been sitting in her bedroom, the smell of fresh paint still faint in the afternoon air. It had been three days since she and her parents had moved into the new home. She'd been alerted to the woman's presence by the sound of rhythmic tapping, her cane announcing her presence as she came down the sidewalk heading towards her home. The rhythmic odd sound had made her stick her head out the window, just to see what it was. Seeing the young woman with a large black Labrador on a special harness had been odd enough that she raced downstairs to ask her mum about it. Her mother, patient as always, had explained to her young daughter that their neighbour was blind, and that the cane and the dog were to help her move around while she couldn't see. Immediately Renee had raced off, only to be called back by her mother, who had informed her that it would be rude to bother the woman about it. Reluctantly the young girl had agreed. Over the next few years she had had a handful of encounters with her neighbour, politely introducing herself and so on, although mindful of the fact that being rude was just about the worst thing for a young girl to be. She had asked her parents some of the questions she'd wanted to ask her neighbour, but always found their answers lacking. So when her teacher told the class about a project where they had to write about someone living in their neighbourhood, Renee had jumped on the opportunity. She had so many questions! And it wouldn't be rude to ask them if it was for school! That afternoon she had raced home from the bus. Rather than go to her own place she went one door over and rang the bell. When Angela opened, she politely informed her neighbour that it was Renee from next door, like she'd been told. After all, Angela couldn't tell who was ringing the bell. In a single breath Renee explained the school assignment, how she thought Angela was the most interesting person in the neighbourhood, and could she please interview her for the essay? Angela had found the question amusing. The young girl next door had always been polite, as had her neighbours, so she told her to come back on a Saturday, that she was currently working. Renee had agreed, and thanked her. That Saturday couldn't come soon enough. She had written down a full two and a half pages' worth of questions she wanted to ask, questions that she had bottled up for about three years. The thought of not being able to see and being able to live a normal life was deeply intriguing to the young girl. Thankfully over dinner her mother had explained to her that 'normal' probably wasn't a word she wanted to use in that context. At eleven sharp she rang the doorbell. She was wearing her best clothes. In her excitement she had forgotten that while the gesture was nice, it would probably be wasted on a blind woman... Still, Angela greeted her with a smile. "Please, come in." she said, ushering the young girl inside. Renee followed, full of wide-eyed excitement. She'd never been inside her neighbour's home before. She was a bit surprised with how normal... No, she corrected herself, don't think of it as normal... how usual it looked. Stepping into the hallway, the only sign that a blind woman was living there was the harness for her seeing eye dog that hung on the coat rack. She followed Angela into the living room where she spotted the dog in question - by now she'd learned his name was Banjo - lying in his basket. He looked up as the two came in, but to Renee's surprise he otherwise completely ignored them. "Right." Angela said, rubbing her hands together, smiling. "I was just about to make you some tea. Would you like some?" "Yes please." Renee answered, polite as always. Then a thought struck her. "Actually... is it okay if I watched?" she asked. "Since I'm curious about... you know..." "Of course." Angela replied with an indulgent smile. Renee followed the woman into the kitchen. She was surprised to see that, even without the cane and the dog she usually saw the woman with, she moved about seemingly without any issue. She observed Angela as the woman filled the water cooker, then opened the cupboard, taking out a box of tea bags, some mugs and a box of biscuits. Everything seemed... ordinary, at least until it came time to fill the mugs. Renee looked on as Angela fished something from a drawer that looked like an egg with some metal prongs. "What's that?" she blurted out, in spite of herself. The blind woman just chuckled. "It's to help me pour stuff. Here." she said, feeling her way towards one of the mugs. The device was hung from the edge, and when she started filling it with water from the kettle, it started beeping. "It makes a noise when the mug is full. That way I know how much water to pour without having to stick my finger in while it's boiling." That was just the first of a whole new line of what Renee came to think of as tricks. She was surprised with how clever some of that stuff was. For nearly two hours, over two cups of tea, she asked Angela every question she could think of, everything she'd been bottling up for nearly three years. And the woman happily answered every last one of them. She even showed Renee some things, like how all her clothes had a little tag sewn somewhere with braille on it, so that she always knew what she was putting on. The braille befuddled Renee. She had read about it, of course, and her neighbour had let her try some of it, but running her fingers along the bumps on the paper in one of her books, Renee couldn't make heads or tails of it. Angela explained that just like Renee had to learn how to read in school, she had to do the same. Just differently. Throughout it all Banjo was lying in his basket, not really paying attention. The girl brought up the fact that when she was visiting friends, their dogs would often come over to sniff her. Again Angelina was more than happy to explain things, talking about Banjo's special training, how he was taught to only focus on her. After about two hours, full of questions about everything the curious young girl could think of, she had plenty of notes, and a cramp in her hand. Angela clearly enjoyed talking to the young girl, answering every question, no matter how silly. She even let Renee come along for a walk around the neighbourhood, explaining how Banjo's special harness helped her move, how he did things like help her cross the road. On the final stretch she even let Renee hold his harness for a bit. That was definitely an interesting experience. By the time she got back home her head was buzzing. She hadn't had the chance to ask half the questions she had thought up, and even with everything she had asked it'd be a miracle if she could constrain herself to the three pages that the assignment called for. Angela had definitely impressed her, showing her all the ways in which she could, in spite of being completely blind, live a perfectly ordinary life. It wasn't until late in the afternoon, after she'd spent a for a ten year old girl remarkably amount of time focused on her homework, typing out all her notes on the family computer, that she noticed that her pen was missing. She frowned. It was her favourite pen, with dark blue gel ink that felt really nice to write with and with sparkles in it that were just subtle enough that she could get away with using it for school. She decided that there was only one thing to do. She had to get her pen back. She headed over to her neighbour's house and rang the doorbell. After waiting an amount of time she considered to be polite but probably wasn't, she rang again. Frowning, she wondered whether the woman was home or not. She pressed her nose against the frosted glass of the front door. On the other side she could just about make out the outline of Banjo's harness hanging from the coat rack where she'd seen it earlier. That meant she had to be home, right? A more reserved girl might have decided to come back later, but still buzzing with the adrenaline of finally having all those nagging questions answered Renee felt even more bold than usual. She walked back, then turned around, walking down the block and turning the corner, onto the narrow concrete path that opened up to the back yards of the rows of family homes. It was easy enough to find Angela's, right back to her own. She pushed open the wooden door in the fencing, walking along the gravel path towards the sliding glass doors that led up to the living room. She tried the lock, and let out a sigh of relief when she found out it was open. "It's Renee from next door, miss Angela!" she called out, not wanting to startle the woman. "I just came back to find my pen!" Thankfully that wasn't hard. She found it by the chair she'd been sitting on while making all her notes. It was only then that she noticed that Banjo wasn't in his basket. And just as she tried to figure out where the dog might be, especially given that the harness was in the hallway, she became aware of a faint thumping noise. She paused, thinking. She had no idea what could be making that noise. Could it be that her neighbour was in trouble? After only a moment's hesitation she headed for the hallway, then up the stairs. As she walked the noise got louder, and there was something else, an odd gasping sound. On the first floor landing, it didn't take her long to spot the open bedroom door. With her heart racing, terrified of what she might find, she stepped forward. What she saw made her freeze, covering her mouth with her small hand. Angela was on the bed, on her hands and knees, naked. That alone would have been enough to shock the ten year old into stunned silence. But what really shocked her was the fact that Banjo was on top of her, his front paws curled around the blind woman's hips, gripping her possessively. His powerful hips were a blur as he hammered herself into her, over and over again. Angela was gasping and moaning, bracing herself against thrusts that were powerful enough to make the headboard of the king-sized bed thump against the wall. Renee was by no means unaware of what sex was - her parents had given her the talk about a year earlier, when they noticed the first signs of puberty in their daughter - but the thought that sex was something you could have with a dog was completely alien to her. She just watched, mouth agape, as her neighbour got fucked by the dog. Fuck was a word that barely existed in the young girl's vocabulary, having heard it once or twice but having been made keenly aware of how rude it was and what kind of trouble she'd be in if her parents ever heard her use it, and yet she seemed instinctively aware of the fact that fucking was the only adequate word for what the dog was doing to her neighbour. She had always thought of Angela as pretty. The woman was in her late twenties, with a slender athletic build. During the interview she had explained to young Renee that while she couldn't go jogging she had a treadmill and an exercise bike that she liked to use. Renee didn't yet have the mindset to judge people as sexually attractive but she could definitely see that Angela was a woman who took very good care of herself. And now she was seeing that pretty woman in the throes of sexual pleasure, grunting happily as she was bred by her loyal companion. From her vantage point Renee couldn't see the point of penetration but she could definitely see the effect that Banjo slamming every last inch of his thick red cock into the woman's pussy was having on her, not just in the way the woman was moaning happily, but also the sticky mess that was running down her thighs to stain her sheets. Renee had experimented enough with masturbation that she knew that that sticky mess was what happened when you felt really good. Angela was blissfully unaware of her audience. So was Banjo. They were both operating on sheer instinct, the dog moreso than the woman he was determined to pump a litter of puppies into, but both were clearly lost in pleasure. All Renee could do was watch, in stunned silence, her young brain struggling to process the depraved scene. She had no idea how much time had passed but there was a sudden loud squeal from Angela and the movements from the dog became a lot more shallow. For a moment Renee assumed that the big black dog had broken something, but then Angela shook, moaning happily. crying out a lust-filled "Fuck yes!", oblivious to the fact that she was being heard by anyone other than her canine lover. If she'd been standing in a more convenient position Renee might have noticed how the dog had forced his thick knot inside her neighbour's cunt, locking them together, the dense ball expanding and pressing against the inner walls of the woman's cunt even as wave after wave of his potent canine semen was pumped deep inside of her, leaving the both of them panting in mutual pleasure as wave after wave of sexual excitement washed over them. And then Angela slumped forward, breathing hard, with Banjo still on top of her. She reached back with her right hand, patting the dog on the flank. "Good... good boy..." she panted. Renee realised that she still hadn't been spotted. Swallowing nervously, she took a step back, determined to go home and pretend she hadn't seen a damn thing. But unfortunately for the young girl Angela was no longer entirely focused on being fucked by her dog. She heard the step, subtle as it was, and suddenly raised her head. "Who's there?" she called out, sounding just as shocked as Renee had been. Banjo, sensing his mistress' confusion, raised his head and started sniffing the air. Renee paused, swallowing nervously. She could probably back away, make her way out before Angela realised who it was that was watching her. But the woman had been so nice to her, and now she was clearly scared... She took a deep breath. "I... I'm really sorry miss Angela..." she stammered. That had been enough for the blind woman to realise who her audience had been, but she decided to be completely honest. "It's... it's Renee from next door... I came to find my pen, b-but then I heard a noise, and... and..." "Renee..." Angela muttered, feeling simultaneously relieved that it wasn't some stranger, and horrified that it was the girl next door who had found her doing something that would probably ruin her life if it ever came out. "What... what did you see?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "Uhm... you... I mean..." Renee licked her lips, fighting the twin fights of explaining exactly what she'd seen, and doing so with the limited vocabulary of a ten year old girl who had only recently found out what sex was. "You were doing 'it'." she finally said. "With your dog..." "Yeah... That's one way of putting it..." Angela muttered, torn between the afterglow of her climax and the wonderful feeling of having Banjo's cum warm her belly, and the shame and fear of having been caught. Thankfully Renee seemed to sense that, even if she didn't express it. "I won't tell anyone!" she said quickly. "Promise!" Angela knew that she had no choice but to trust her young neighbour, but then the girl surprised her. "Is that another way Banjo helps you?" she asked, thinking back to the earlier interview. That was a lifeline, and Angela seized it with both hands. "Y-yeah..." she said. "I don't have a boyfriend, but I like having sex... it feels really good when Banjo does it." She paused for a moment, thinking. If there was one way to guarantee the girl's silence, it was to involve her in this depravity. "Why don't you come in? Sit on the bed, you must have a lot of questions..." Renee hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She [i]did[/i] have a lot of questions. So, with adrenaline surging in her veins she stepped forward. Angela could feel the bed shift slightly as the skinny girl sat down. With bright red cheeks she looked at the naked woman. "Wow..." she finally said. It was the only thing she could think to say, even if she knew that it was wholly inadequate to express her amazement at everything. Only one question came to mind, after a good ten to fifteen seconds of thinking. "Does... does he give you the tingle?" "The tingle?" Angela asked, brushing some of her tousled sandy brown hair out of her face. "Uhm... y-yeah..." the blushing girl replied. "It's when... you know, sometimes in bed or in the shower I rub myself, until it starts tingling. My kitty." she clarified, clumsily explaining her limited experience with masturbation. "Oh, your pussy." Angela replied, using another word that young Renee had heard but never dared use for herself. "Yeah, it's a tingle... it's a very strong tingle. Way better than anything you can have with your fingers. He's really good at making me feel good." "Really?" Renee blinked, sounding more intrigued now. She'd learned from the book that her parents had used to teach her about the birds and bees that people liked doing things together because it felt good, felt better than doing it by yourself. She was still surprised to hear it. "Yeah..." Angela nodded. "It's called an orgasm, and Banjo gives me the best orgasms." "Really?" Renee asked, tilting her head. "How?" She'd been more interested in the more esoteric parts of sex, the sensations, but Angela interpreted it as more mechanical. "Well, usually I have him lick me, then I get on my hands and knees... that way he can get on top of me and put his cock on me. It's the same way he'd do it with a girl dog." "He thinks you're a girl dog?" Renee asked, sounding confused and intrigued. Angela couldn't help but chuckle a little. "In a way, yes... he thinks he's giving me puppies. It doesn't work that way, of course, but it doesn't stop him from trying..." "Huh..." the fascinated young girl replied, peering at the dog searchingly. He certainly seemed happy enough, lazily wagging his tail with his thick red cock still firmly embedded in his partner's cunt. "Is it different from a guy?" "Very different." Angela said. "I like it way better. He doesn't think much, he just does it because it feels good for both of us." "Huh..." Renee said again. Angela couldn't see the girl, of course, but her hearing was sharp, sharp enough that she could pick up the growing fascination in her voice. She decided to stoke the fires. "A dog's tongue is very rough, in a nice way. You can really feel it against your pussy when he licks you... and when they have sex, they're always really eager about it. I just have to sit there and let him do all the work, and in the end we're both very happy... Way happier than I could ever be with my fingers, or with some guy." Renee nodded slowly, extending a hand to pat the dog, but then she stopped. She chewed her bottom lip as she tried to process the maelstrom of confused emotions she felt. It didn't help that she was getting excited, feeling that same tingling in the pit of her stomach that she felt when she was rubbing herself late at night... Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement. There'd been subtle jerks from Banjo's hips, but by now his knot had finally subsided enough that he could free himself. His thick red shaft pulled out of the woman's freshly fucked cunt with an obscene sound, releasing drooling strands of milky white dog cum to run down her thighs. Renee got a brief glance of that glistening red cock before Banjo rolled over and started licking himself. Renee's brown eyes wandered from the dog back to her neighbour who rolled over to lie on her back, letting her neighbour girl see every inch of her nude form. She didn't bother covering up - young Renee had already seen pretty much everything, after all. She looked on in stunned silence when Angela asked another question. "Have you ever done anything with a boy, Renee?" The girl shook her head, and then, remembering she was talking to a blind woman, she added "Uhm... no..." In spite of her shocked state, Angela felt a fresh surge of excitement that caused her lips to curl upwards in a grin. "Would you like to see how Banjo can make you feel good?" she asked. In the deafening silence, Renee licked her lips, breathing steadily. Her early masturbatory explorations had at least taught her how good it felt, and even with her limited experience she could see that Angela was feeling better than she had ever managed to achieve. That, paired with the simple fact that she looked up to her neighbour, finally led her to reply, her voice small and vulnerable. "Yes please..." she mumbled. Angela sat up slowly, shifting back until she sat up against the headboard. "You'll have to get naked then..." she said with a small smile. "I... I do?" Renee asked, sounding shocked, as if she had yet to make the link between nudity and sex, even after the live show she had just enjoyed. She knew that being naked in front of strangers was naughty... "Don't worry." Angela said with a chuckle, clearly amused by the girl's reticence. "It's not like I can see what you look like naked, and it's not like Banjo will tell anyone... Renee couldn't argue with that logic. She stood up and began undressing, in that mechanical way of someone who was just looking to get naked, with no attempt at being seductive. If Angela had been able to see, she'd have been treated to the sight of a girl on the cusp of puberty. She took off her t-shirt and undershirt to show just the barest hints of bumps on her chest, the first sign that she'd soon be growing proper breasts. She set her clothes aside then wiggled out of her jeans and underwear, revealing narrow hips that matched her skinny frame, and a pussy that was little more than a perfect vertical cleft bisecting a pair of puffy outer labia, perfectly smooth. Those delicate lips were glistening with arousal. Almost as an afterthought, she took off her small socks. She stood there uncertainly, arms wrapped loosely around her body as Angela rose to her feet. "Don't worry... I'm going to help you experience this properly, like I do... just like you did when you were walking Banjo with me." The girl had no idea what her neighbour had in mind, and yet it made an odd kind of sense. She looked on in silence as Angela stood up and walked over to her wardrobe, opening it to find a simple black cotton t-shirt. "Renee?" she asked, holding it up. "Yes miss?" the girl asked, sounding confused. Those two words were all Angela needed to locate the girl within the bedroom. She reached out, feeling her way along until her fingers brushed against the smooth skin of Renee's arm. She held perfectly still, shifting nervously on her bare feet as Angela's hand stroked her soft blonde hair. "Oh! You're wearing glasses!" Angela said. "You'll have to take those off... put them on the nightstand." Renee was confused by that, still not knowing what Angela had in mind. Still, fascinated as she was, she complied without really thinking about it, turning the naked woman standing in front of her a lot more blurry. "Here..." Angela said, holding up the black t-shirt. She turned it over. "Just hold still..." Renee nodded, not sure what was happening still, but nervous excitement making compliance easy enough. She held still as the t-shirt was wrapped around her head and twisted, covering her from the top of her head to just above her button nose. One more fold, and she was just as sightless as Angela was. "I can't see..." she said, pointing out the obvious. "That's the idea..." the blind woman said with a smile. "You can experience Banjo, just like I do. Here, I'll guide you..." Renee felt the woman take her hand. Her heart was racing as Angela guided her onto the bed. Already she felt the effects of being blinded. She put up no resistance as Angela sat against the headboard, spreading her legs, then directing the girl to sit between them. Feeling the older woman's firm breasts press against her bare shoulders was oddly exciting to young Renee. But not as exciting as what happened next. As she sat there with her legs spread, naked and vulnerable, Angela wrapped her arms around the ten year old's naked body. "I'm just going to feel you a little..." she said, her voice soft and warm in Renee's ears. "To help you get ready for Banjo..." Renee just nodded, her heart racing as the woman touched her. She had been completely unprepared for the way it would feel to be touched by someone else. She held still as Angela's fingers stroked over the smooth skin of her belly, then upwards. Within moments the woman's fingers were teasing the sensitive puffy bumps of her nipples, causing the ten year old to gasp out. "Oh my..." Angela said, smiling. "I guess those must be really sensitive... mine were when they started growing." Renee blushed more brightly. "They are miss..." she said, finding the thought that this woman had felt the same things she was feeling oddly comforting. "Beautiful..." Angela replied. "That just means that this will feel even better for you..." Renee nodded again, holding still as Angela explored her body further, stroking along the smooth skin. Soon those fingers were moving lower, her left hand lingering on her sensitive nipples, teasing and plucking at them, while her right hand slipped further down. It wasn't long before she was touching the girl's immature cunt, causing a fresh jolt of adrenaline to run through Renee's young body. "Ah!" the girl gasped out. "I know dear... don't worry, it will feel really good... and even beter when Banjo licks you..." Angela smiled. She relished the sensations of the young girl's pussy, small and wonderfully wet, smooth in a way that only a girl her age could be. She rubbed gently along the slit, her deft fingers soon finding the stiff button of her clitoris. Renee let out a quivering moan at that stimulation. Her own explorations had led her in the general direction of that sensitive nub, but she had never had it touched so directly, so confidently. The result was a quivering moan, and a fresh wave of her nectar coating Angela's fingers. "I think you're ready..." the blind woman purred behind her. "Are you?" "Yes miss..." Renee answered dutifully. She wasn't sure if she could say anything else in that moment. But if this was how good Angela could make her feel, and if the dog could make her feel even better, there was nothing more she wanted... "Excellent..." Angela purred as she kept rubbing the girl. "Banjo? Here boy!" she called out. The dog had retreated to his basket but he wasn't completely passive. He could still smell Angela's arousal, of course, and now a new smell as well, one that definitely intrigued him. As soon as his mistress called him over he jumped onto the bed, his tail wagging as he sniffed the air excitedly. Renee could feel the mattress shift with the dog's weight. She trembled a little, breathing faster. She focused on the warmth of Angela's body against her, those arms holding her, and the way the woman touched her. She was terrified, and yet whatever fear of all these unknown sensations she felt, it couldn't match up to her anticipatory excitement. She could feel Angela withdraw her fingers, tapping the top of her smooth mound. "Here boy, lick!" she said. The dog didn't need to be told twice. He followed the new scent, his nose twitching. 'Lick' wasn't a command that he had learned in the school where he'd been trained as a seeing eye dog, but he knew exactly what he had to do. A moment later little Renee let out an ear-splitting squeal as she got the first sensation of a dog's pink tongue - the first sensation of any tongue - dragging through her young folds, making her body shake. Angela was still holding her, and she had to tighten her grip on the girl's skinny body to stop her from bouncing off of the bed. Neither the woman nor her new charge realised it at the time, but being held more firmly, her skinny arms pinned to the sides of her body was something that young Renee responded powerfully too. As it was she just writhed against the woman's grip, gasping and moaning as Banjo lapped at her exposed preteen cunt with the same enthusiasm he showed his mistress. Under the dark cotton of the blindfold the young girl's eyes rolled back in her head. She gurgled and grunted, letting out primal noises that were completely inappropriate for a girl her age to make. There was no restraint in the dog, no subtlety, just the raw powerful stimulation of the dog's tongue running through her delicate petals. And even as she held Renee, made the young girl enjoy the alien but wonderfully exciting feelings that came with Banjo licking her, Angela wasn't passive. She did just what she'd do to herself when Banjo was licking her, reaching down, using her index and middle fingers to spread the girl's outer lips and expose the inner pinkness inside. Another squeal, and under the dark fabric that blinded her young Renee's eyes rolled back in her head. Now that the dog's tongue was lapping at her sensitive insides, scraping against the tiny button of her clitoris, she was thrown into the deep end of what kind of pleasure her young body was capable of. It made her careful explorations with masturbation seem like literal child's play. It only lasted a few more moments. She had long passed the point of 'the tingles' that she always thought of as the final destination of her fingering her young cunt. She gasped, her head spinning, her young body completely helpless under the canine assault. Angela could feel her own excitement grow with every passing moment. She could hear the girl's excitement in the rapidly rising pitch of her gasps and squeals. "That's it honey..." she grinned. "Just let it happen..." Renee didn't have a choice. She was wholly unprepared for everything that had happened since she had peered inside the bedroom door. She clung to Angela, focusing on her voice, the warmth of her body, even as the dog's tongue threatened to overpower everything, until finally the dam broke, and her whole body shook, muscles she'd never been consciously aware of tightening as her first ever proper climax slammed into her. Angela had to make a serious effort to stop the orasming girl from bouncing away. She tightened her grip on Renee's body, only making the ten year old's climax more intense. She gasped and squealed, her narrow hips jerking wildly as she came properly for the first time in her life. It was like nothing else. Finally she understood what the big deal was, in a way that no well-meaning sex ed book could make her understand. Throughout the climax Banjo kept happily lapping away, just like his mistress had trained him. He didn't care that she was practically mashing her young slit into his muzzle, that she was feeling things that her young brain was struggling to process. All that mattered was that he was being a good boy, and that he knew from past experience that this was just the beginning... "Down boy." she said sternly. In spite of his excitement, Banjo was a very well-trained dog. He didn't hesitate, just giving one last lick before retreating, leaving the preteen girl he had just given a life-altering experience a panting, goopy mess. Angela smiled, softly kissing the girl's cheek. "That was wonderful dear... but that's only part of what Banjo could do..." As she talked she reached down, stroking the girl's smooth pussy, mindful of how sensitive she must be but determined to keep the sexual high going. "Tell me... have you ever put anything inside of yourself?" "Uhuh..." the girl replied with a tired nod. "Yes miss..." her voice was frail, and yet there was a determination there, a determination to prove to Angelina that she belonged here. "M-my fingers... and my hairbrush..." "Excellent." Angelina grinned. "Then you're ready for him to take you..." "Take me where?" the dazed girl mumbled. She reached up, trying to take the improvised blindfold off, but Angela's strong arms were still around her. "No dear, take you, like he did me... have sex with you... don't worry, it will feel even better than him licking you..." "It... it will?" the naive girl asked, shivering a little. "I want to feel good..." she mumbled. Then, after a moment's thought, she added "Miss..." "Perfect..." Angela purred. "Then follow my lead... and don't worry... I'll be right there... Just move like this... onto your hands and knees..." With the blind woman's guidance the ten year old ended up in the exact same position she had found Angela in earlier. She was squirming a little nervously, her heart racing as Angela let her fingers glide over the girl's barely developing body. Strong hands adjusted her position, moving her hips a little higher. "Perfect." she finally said. "Banjo? Here boy!" The dog had retreated but he'd been paying close attention, knowing what would be happening soon. He hopped onto the bed, his excited nose twitching as he approached his soon-to-be mate. "That's it..." Angela purred. She tapped the girl's back. "Up boy!" The dog complied immediately, scrambling forward. Renee flinched under the dog's weight but Angela moved a hand under her body. "Just hold still... he knows what to do..." That turned out to be a slight exaggeration. Banjo fucked his mistress at least once a day, but she was a grown woman. This new bitch was a lot smaller. He was scrambling, and if his mistress hadn't been there to help him, he probably would have ended up achieving very little. With Angela's help he found the grip on her waist. Renee stiffened, adrenaline and her blindness heightening her senses, making her acutely aware of the massive dog on top of her, his jerking hips, his pointed cock stabbing at the backs of her thighs. Renee froze, knowing what was about to happen, but completely unsure as to what her role in all of this was. Thankfully Angela was there to help. With her left hand still supporting the young blonde's weight her right found its way between Renee's skinny thighs. She felt her way around until she found the dog's jutting cock. With a little push of her wrist, she guided him home. Somehow the squeal that the young girl let out was even louder than the ones she had produced when the dog was licking her. Under the dark fabric that blinded her her eyes shot open wide as she was filled in a way that she didn't even think was possible. The dog fucked her, just like he did with his mistress, ramming herself forward in one go, filling his new bitch to the hilt. The tapered tip, paired with her lingering wetness from her earlier climax, meant that there was very little resistance as he slammed himself home. Of course there was still the simple reality of how small she was, and how thick his cock was, but he was powerful enough that that didn't really matter. Soon he had found his rhythm, hammering away at the young girl. She squealed and grunted, only remaining upright with Angela as the dog mated her. Seeing the massive beast fuck the woman had done absolutely nothing to prepare her for the sensation of him actually fucking her. The dog didn't care that the girl was a virgin. He didn't care that she was only ten years old. All that mattered to him was that she had a tight little hole that felt amazing along his canine cock as it hammered into her, the perfect little recipient for his puppies. Somehow, amidst the furious rutting, Renee had found her voice again. The pleasure she was feeling was incredible, even amidst the pain that came with having her tight little hole stretched out by a cock that wasn't meant for a ten year old - wasn't meant for a human at all, according to most people... And yet, were she to ever reach the point of coherency again, and would she be able to be fully honest about it, she wouldn't be able to deny the fact that this felt amazing, better than Angela had promised her... Of course it helped that the woman wasn't being passive. She helped the girl stay upright, but since she already had a hand between her legs, she figured she might as well make it extra special. She felt her way around, relished the feeling of her premature slit being split open. She could feel the motion of Banjo's cock as he slammed it into her, making her skinny body shake. A bit more probing, and she had found the tiny button of the girl's clitoris. With the way the girl's body was shaking under the force of the thrusts it was impossible to get any kind of direct and constant stimulation, but that wasn't necessary. The girl was already completely lost to the lust. Perhaps there was pain, but in the midst of all the endorphins that flooded her overstimulated body Renee barely noticed it. She'd be sore in the morning, but right now her whole world was reduced to the beast on top of her pounding her harder than any human could ever hope to manage, a relentless pace that made coherent thought impossible. Every time he rammed himself forward - something that happened several times a second it seemed - there was an obscene squelching noise, and the dense flesh of his knot pushing against her tight passage. "That's it baby..." Angela moaned, audibly aroused by the knowledge that the cute girl next door was being turned into a willing little bitch for her Banjo. "Just give in... just let it happen..." The words didn't register but the sound of the older woman's voice was still welcome, reassuring in a strange way. She had no idea what she was meant to relax however. If anything, she felt the opposite - surging excitement, her little preteen cunt practically dripping down her thighs. And that suited Banjo just fine. The dog was panting hotly, spurred on by raw instinct as he gripped the little bitch underneath him tightly. He'd only ever fucked one bitch, but after the initial awkwardness coming from the size difference had worn off he realised that this new bitch was just as ready to be bred as the old one... That left just one thing to do. He shifted, his hind paws scrabbling a little on the sheets as he continued to rail young Renee. He knew he could do it, he just needed to... When his knot slit home there was no scream of pleasure. Renee was somewhere beyond screaming. Her limp body slumped forward as she was properly claimed, her cunt stretching obscenely around the dog's knot as he reached his peak. Wave after wave of warmth flooded her young body, seeking out her womb. The throbbing, pulsing heat made Renee shake, paired with Angela's fingers rubbing the young girl's exposed cunt rapidly. The woman had been right - being fucked was even more intense than being licked, in all the right ways - but little Renee was too far gone to really process that. Her entire world was intense, carnal pleasure, her little cunt clenching harshly around the erupting dog cock, milking every last drop of his seed out into her young body. And then she slumped forward fully, going more or less limp underneath Banjo. She was breathing hard, her body sweaty and almost feverish to the touch. If Angela could see, she would have seen that the young girl was smiling... In a bit, Banjo would disengage himself, and Angela would have quite a mess to clean up. And then... She had no idea what the future held, but she was confident that she could convince young Renee to keep what was now their secret rather than just hers, and that the girl would be back to play with Banjo some more...