There were lots of warnings about inappropriate touching and fornication. Genna and I caught each other’s eyes and barely contained our laughter. It...was obvious they were scolding us for laying together under the tree. Typical Catholic school overreacting. After the assembly, Genna walked up to me and grabbed my hand. We mockingly skipped to our next class holding hands. She leaned in and whispered, “Imagine what they would do if someone was actually ‘fornicating’.” “I think Sister Anne would. The breeder said that the dog wasn’t “fixed”. Pat was horrified. She didn’t want a dog that had been mutilated. The guy just looked a bit stunned and assured her that the dog would not be mutilated but Pat was adamant. The guy and I just shrugged and let her have her way.We bought all the stuff we needed for the dog and got home. The first item of business was a name. We agonised over it for a couple of days and we finally settled on Rusty. Actually it more just calling him something and Rusty. I don't dare try to say a word, but you can feel me begin to cum. You stick your fingers in my cunt to feel just how dripping it is, and you laugh. "Slut. You fucking want it, see?" You slip your cock into my cunt and start fucking me hard. I beg you to stop, "You said you weren't going to go inside of me." You respond, "Well, I wasn't, but then you got off, and that's just not fair." You can sense that it's all too much for me, my clit, and my cunt so you laugh. You decide to fuck me hard,. She started waking and said "Eric that was the best thing in my life!" In reply, we began round two. It was much the same as round one, but she insisted on being on top this time. The one memory I can say was from this time was my trying to play with her breasts as they hung above me, like some low-lying fruit. As I smiled; she straddled my body in the sixty- nine position so that I was staring at her lovely pussy and ass. Her face broke out into a wide grin as I rubbed her sexy thighs as my.