Alesha Dickson wanted to commit suicide when she was even younger..
when she was as young as she looks now.
She didn’t suckseed, and this is why.
As I came in, I spotted Alesha Dickson on the couch.
Motionless.
As I checked wether she was unconscience, I spotted the sleeping pills on the table.
No, not a snooker table.
If she’d known snooker, taking an overdose would never have crossed her mind.
As I was about to take advantage of Alesha I got disgusted with myself, put it between the other lips, up there.
Hopefully she wouldn’t bite, as I slammed it down her throat.
With a bit of luck it would make her sick, and the sleeping pills would come out.
They did indeed, and Alesha came to her senses soon after.
What had happened..
You took an overdose, I told her.
Ah..
She told me everything, and how she didn’t enjoy.. stuff anymore.
There’s loads of fun stuff, I bluffed.
Like what, she wanted to know.
She went to pee, and I told her I’d be absolutely thrilled if she had me watch.
I enjoyed that, and she wiped felt happy for me.
It would be even better if you pee ON me, I told her my secret pleasure.
Up until then.
She wasn’t sure..
Sure, that was fun, she enthused afterwards.
Me even more desperate to knock it out over Alesha, after a string appeared when she was drying herself.
You know more fun things, she wanted to know.
Sex?
No no no..
Not with a guy.
She told me girls were more ‘her thing’ since she experimented with two college girls, when she was 14.
Dogs?
She couldn’t waite to try her hands on that she answered enthousiastically.
I asked her to ‘not do anything stupid’, and she promissed.
Do it for me, before you leave?
And before I knew it, it was all over her hands.
She apparently knew that was about to happen I realized, when she started licking it off.
Obviously, having found Alesha Dickson like that, I went to check on her the next day.
Her door was open.
As in unlocked.
She was pretty inviting.
As I found out when I found her again, but this time I caught her with the dog!
I thought she was having a laugh, but..
She was having a good time.
It eroused me so much..
Ah ah leesh..
She smiled at me.
It IS fun, with a dog, she was all smiles.
And the best thing is, they ’stay there’ for a while when it’s over!
I wondered how she’d know, but it soon became clear it wasn’t the dogs first time!
Well, once never is enough when it comes to, or indeed in the dogs case in, Alesha.
Three times was about it, and he went laying like dogs do, and lick himself.
That’s not for me, I thought, as mine is really small and too short to reach.
As I was staring at Alesha’s dripping pussy she giggled as in
Don’t hesitate!
I went for it, thinking that Alesha couldn’t get preggers from the dog, and the dog’s jizzzz would fight off mine, so she wouldn’t get preggers anyway.
Neither time, as I had it twice.
By now it stopped dripping and it poured out of her snatch.
I asked her if her Auntie was still in town, and she told me
Sure, that’s what spurned the dog on in the first place?
Could I have another of her tampons?
Sure, she’d keep them for me.
I’d sucked the one that was attached to that string that appeared when we shared the bath, when she dried herself, her ‘bits’ included.
Isn’t all this wrong, she started to have doubts.
No.
No fantasy is wrong most therapists would answer.
I don’t need to agree with that.
True, she agreed, showing me some pictures of her when she was 12.
Have a wank, she encouraged me.
She noticed!
Finally, after 8..
Could I have some copies?
Yes.
She made a couple extra, in case I would literally go over her pictures..
She then introduced me to her new best mate, Tracey Cocks, when I returned the next day.
I already got the impression they did not dislike each other, when I caugt them kissing..
or more to the point, tongue-wrestling.
They’d been talking about me.
Why else would Tracey offer me her tampons as well!?
Used ones only, I make sure.
Sure, I’m an expert in those things.
Oh, really?
She’d studied sexuology or something.
I’d have to waite, since it was not that time of the month, she let me know.
As it was that time of Alesha’s month, I’d still have some, I told Tracey.
Who would the dog prefer, I asked the Expert in Those kinda Things.
Probably Alesha, since dogs are faithful.
Next she’s showing me pictures of when she was 11.
I asked for some copies again, but Tracey declined.
Alesha had to go for an all-in bathroom <br>.
She invited us, me and Tracey, 2 watch her.
After she spent the penny, she didn’t take long for the number 2 and, while at it, exchanged her bloody pad for a brand new one.
Next it was Tracey’s time, who was even quicker at the number 2 than at spending the penny.
That included dripping dry though, which I couldn’t understand as she was a self-confessed Expert on those things.
Then it was my turn.
I was desperate to have a wank, but thought to have the numbers one and two first.
Why not combine, suggested Tracey.
Obviously pee first, but needn’t waite to finish the number 2 before knocking it out.
It knocked me out, alright!
I came to my senses, as Tracey was looking for any response while Alesha was peeing in my face.
That sure wouldn’t be the last time!
Shortly after I find me drinking Tracey’s pee, straight from the well.
Kissing her dry afterwards, I can’t help but slurp.
Days later Alesha is strangled by a snake, she was apparently having sex with.
Or she was toxicated by that forgotten tampon.
She’ll get washed, I think as I go all over her, sucking one of her tampons.
If you find Alesha Dickson and Tracey Cocks sound familiar, it is not a coincidence.