Ellen woke suddenly, late at night. She looked at the clock, and noticed it was nearly four in the morning. The next thing she noticed was she was nude, but that was nothing new. Since she and Michelle had moved in together, they had quickly taken to sleeping naked in the same bed together, with Sugar usually curled up between them. This night, though, he was asleep at her feet. Fredo, as usual, was sleeping in the corner bed.

Ellen was about to wake him, and then noticed the sensation of wetness between her legs. Reaching underneath the covers, she felt her labia with her fingertips. She was dripping wet, and she had no idea why! As she pulled her hand out from inside the covers, she brushed against Michelle's stomach, her finger's glancing off her roommate's milk-full breasts.

"Noriko!" Ellen whispered, then it came to her. Noriko, one of her students, and whom both she and Sugar felt strangely attracted to. Just yesterday Sugar met her, and was so aroused looking at her that he barely contained himself just looking at her!

Looking at Michelle's sleeping form, and wondered why she felt so attracted to her student. Noriko was young but very pretty. And a fetish for girls in uniforms was nothing she had never heard of, but nothing that had aroused her before, either. It had definitely aroused Sugar; he nearly wore both his women out after Noriko left.

The memory of how thoroughly she and Michelle had been fucked sent a shiver through Ellen's body. It was at that moment that Michelle shifted in her sleep, and the smooth warmth of her legs rubbed against Ellen's.

Gasping, Ellen felt her legs open up, letting Michelle's smooth skin rub against her own. It sent a tingle up the inside of her legs, and Michelle's knee came very close to Ellen's damp vagina, until Michelle shifted once again and rolled away. She ended up on her side, facing away.

Ellen moaned softly, surprised to hear herself. Her heart was pounding in her breast, each thud bringing her a new surge of wetness, it seemed, and her nipples tingled. Gathering her courage, she turned onto her side, toward Michelle's sleeping body, and watched her sleep.

"I never noticed how beautiful you are," she whispered, half-afraid Michelle would hear. Or half-hoping. With trembling finger's she brushed the other woman's hair back from her face. Fearfully, she bent down, and kissed her gently on the nape of her neck, and waited for the worst.

Instead Michelle just sighed and murmured quietly, stretching languidly. Ellen hesitated, and then kissed her on the mouth. For a few seconds nothing happened, then Michelle's soft lips parted, and her warm moist tongue slipped out, to caress Ellen's. Both women sighed into the other's mouth as their tongues stroked and thrust gently.

"I was wondering how long it would take you." Michelle said, huskily but just a touch of dry humor in her voice.

Ellen felt her face warming. "How long have you been awake?"

"'I never noticed how beautiful you are'" she quoted. Rolling onto her back, she reached up to caress Ellen's face and neck. Smiling at the look of surprise on her roommate's face, Michele let her hand slide down her chest. "To be honest," she added, and noticed her face warming too. "I've been thinking about this since I first saw you and Sugar doing the dirty deed."

Ellen's face flashed with surprise, then relief, then a deep longing. "Well," she admitted. "I've only been seriously thinking about since um, Noriko. Not like I never thought about it!" she added.

"Then shut up and do more than just think about it, okay?" Michelle persisted. Ellen nodded; swallowing as she nervously bent down, and kissed her on the mouth. Without waiting, Michelle reached up, grabbing the back of Ellen's head, and pulled her back, all but crushing Ellen's mouth against her own. Her mouth opened wantonly, as she sucked Ellen's tongue inside.

Moaning in surprise Ellen could only let her friend explore her mouth, and moved her tongue around in Michelle's. Bending over, her arms felt suddenly weak, and she slowly collapsed onto Michelle's body, pressing their breasts together. Michelle's warm hands gripped her shoulders, kneading her flesh as they slid slowly down her back, and squeezed her rump.

Moaning again, Ellen's found her hips grinding down onto Michelle's warm body. The warm lengths of Michelle's legs opened around her own, embracing her in their smooth softness. Finally Michelle let Ellen pull her head up, both were surprised at their heavy breathing, and as they looked into each other's glowing eyes, they wondered why this had never occurred before between them.

Ellen rained kisses down her lover's face, gently sucking the taut skin of her throat between her lips. Walking with her teeth and tongue down Michelle's chest, she saw Sugar was awake, peeking at his mistresses with one eye, pretending to be still asleep. From her angle Ellen could see the red flesh of his penis slowly extending out.

She circled her tongue around the firm nipple and bit down gently, surprised at the squirt of warm milk across her tongue. It warmed her belly as she swallowed reflexively, but tasted sweet and delicious.

"Hey," Michelle said softly as Ellen nursed more. "Save some for your grandson." Reluctantly Ellen let go of her breast, and began raining kisses down her stomach. Michelle sighed loudly as a hot tongue explored her navel, and lifted her knees into the air, spreading her legs apart. Taking the cue Ellen lightly ran her tongue up and down Michelle's moist labia, circling her swollen clit, tasting her wetness.

Michelle's whole body twitched, shuddering. Ellen focused on her, delighting in her first taste of another woman. Suddenly Michelle felt the vibration of Ellen's moan against her body, and looked to see Sugar with his nose between his mother's legs. She watched Ellen's firm shapely bottom swaying back and forth as Sugar lapped her pussy, his long tongue reaching deep inside.

Spurred by the dog's tongue Ellen ate her now lover faster, and faster, bringing Michelle closer to orgasm. Finally it was too much for the both of them and they cried out loudly at their climax.

"Well," Michelle said when it was over. "How did you like going down on me?"

Ellen blushed. "I loved it," she whispered. Michelle's taste was still in her mouth and the intimacy of sharing another woman made her shiver. "Thank you," she said, crawling over her roommate's and kissed her, so Michelle could share her own wetness.

"I think Sugar liked it too," Michelle added when the kiss ended. They looked at him, Sugar was panting, his large ears perked up, and his erection extended fully from its sheath. Chuckling, Ellen rolled off Michelle's body and onto her back, parting her legs so Sugar could show her how much he enjoyed it. As he mounted her Ellen thought of Noriko, picturing the petite girl being mounted by her son. The image made her cum harder than before, and Michelle next to her suspected the same reason.

The next week started routinely. Classes went normally, but Ellen found it difficult to focus on her teaching. More than once she found herself wishing Noriko weren't there, she couldn't keep her eyes off the pretty Japanese girl. Every afternoon, during the lunch period Ellen would sneak into the teacher's lounge and lock herself in the bathroom. She would pull off her pressed slacks and panties, sit on the toilet with her long legs spread and finger her pussy.

Noriko would find her there. "Ellen," she would say. "I know what it is you want." Noriko was so pretty in her school's uniform, but then she would undress in front of her teacher. When she was fully naked in front of the old woman she would continue, sitting down on her knees. "I have felt the same way since I first saw you," she would add, her soft Japanese accent showing much more into her English. There would be no more words after that, as she would kiss her teacher's inner thighs, slowly moving up to her center. Ellen jumped, as the girl's soft lips closed around her clitoris, sucking on it like a tiny penis. Her arms braced against the walls of the bathroom as Noriko teased her, tormenting then finally bring her closer and closer to orgasm..

Ellen's fingers thrust one last time into her wetness. "Noriko!" she moaned as the sensation's overwhelmed her. She bit her lip trying to stifle her cries of pleasure, nearly drawing her own blood from the intensity. For a moment Ellen wondered why Noriko wasn't there, when she calmed down. She was all alone in the bathroom, her fingers dripping from her own moisture. Trembling, she pulled her clothes back on, and left to her final class of the week.

Ellen was almost grateful, during the last period, to find Noriko was absent. She managed to teach without getting distracted, but also worried. Noriko had never missed a day the whole semester. "It's probably nothing," she muttered to herself later that afternoon, as she headed into her apartment. Almost immediately Sugar jumped up on her, but for the first time in some three years, Ellen wasn't in the mood for sex. Sugar followed his mother as she walked slowly into her room, puzzled. Ellen sat on the bed, undressing slowly out of her somewhat conservative, but flattering clothes.

As she went to put her shoes in the closet, she found a small package, neatly wrapped, sitting behind the door. Ellen chuckled to herself; it was the exact shape and size of your average porno tape. But, as she picked it up it felt strangely light, and Ellen found a post-it note on the bottom. "Call her!" it said, in Michelle's handwriting. Ellen gave the package a shake, and then tapped it with her knuckles. It was both empty and hollow.

"Do you know anything about this?" Ellen asked Sugar. The husky only cocked his head innocently, but his tail was waving back and forth, too. The box in her hand, Ellen, walked out into the living room. Their VCR was turned on but stopped, leaving the screen an empty blue. On their coffee table, was one of Ellen's' sketch pads. She opened it up, and not surprisingly it was one of hers, which she used to draw women having sex with various dogs. Slowly it all began to fall into place. With eager fingers Ellen tore the wrapping off the package. It was a bestiality video from Japan, and in Japanese, which she couldn't read. But the foreign characters on the cover weren't really needed. The images of a slim, petite Japanese woman being fucked by a large black lab was description enough.

Ellen pulled the cardboard tab open, and noticed the box was empty. "Somehow," she said, half to herself and half to Sugar. "I don't think Michelle was ripped off buying this." She slid the plastic casing out of the box, and found yet another post-it note on the inside. "'Too late,'" Ellen read out loud. "'I already called her and she'll be here at 2:30. I've taken Fredo out tonight, so have fun!'" A glance at her watch told Ellen she had only ten minutes!

Ellen hurried back into the bedroom, Sugar close at her heels. Her heart racing, she began to undress, then stopped, and knelt in front of her son. "Well, what are we supposed to do? Seduce her, tie her down and rape her?" Sugar only wagged his tail in response, his jaw drooping in a canine grin. With a flash of insight, she went to unlock the front door, satisfied that she thought of at least one thing Michelle didn't. "Stay here," she ordered Sugar, "and guard the door." He sat a few paces in front of the door, his tail thumping against the carpet.

Back in her room, Ellen undressed fully, and sat naked on the bed, watching the clock. The minutes passed slowly. Finally came a tentative knock on the front door. "It's open!" Ellen called, a little too quickly. She heard the door opening slowly, then Noriko's soft voice.

"Hello, Ellen-Chan?" She asked quietly. Almost immediately Sugar's yipping drowned her out. "Konichi-wa, Sugar-San," Noriko said cheerfully, scratching behind his ears as he jumped up, licking excitedly at her face. Giggling around his wet tongue, she gently but playfully pushed him back down.

"Hello, Noriko!" Ellen called from inside her bedroom. "I'm sorry I'm in the bathroom, I'll be out in just a minute." So she wouldn't be entirely lying, Ellen quickly sat down on the toilet. The cold seat made her shiver, and her nipples went hard. Automatically her legs spread, and one hand went to her pussy. "Hey," Ellen whispered to her already wet fingers. "You stop that right now." But she still kept her fingers in her pubic hair; playing with the curls a she listened to Noriko greeting Sugar.

"Is anything wrong?" Noriko's voice came from outside. "I got your message and..."

"I um, noticed you weren't in class today and I was worried," Ellen said truthfully. "I'm sorry, there's stuff in the fridge, if you're thirsty, please help yourself."

"Thank you, Ellen-Chan." Ellen couldn't help but smile at the way Noriko said her name. Just her soft voice and exotic accent made her toes curl! After a few heartbeats, Ellen could hear the refrigerator door open, and then close a few seconds later, followed by the snap-hiss of a soda can being opened.

"What is this Sugar-San?" Noriko's voice asked. Her voice was moving, by the sound, back into the living room. "Is there something you want to show me?" Sitting on the same sofa she had occupied, Noriko set her can on the coffee table, and picked up the large sketchbook Sugar was pushing his nose against. Crossing her legs like a proper lady, Noriko set it on her lap, smoothing her plaid uniform skirt beneath it, and turned to the first page. Inside the bathroom, Ellen gasped at the rustling sound of pages being turned. That was her sketchbook! The first few drawings were pretty harmless but after that...

Noriko smiled at the sketch. It was a simple black-and-white drawing of a woman sitting in a chair, with a large dog curled at her feet, gazing lovingly at her. The woman was clothed and bore a resemblance to her teacher, and the dog was a perfect portrait of Sugar, who was watching her intently. She turned the page. The next sketch looked to be the same dog and woman, except this time the woman was lying on her side, the dog's body covering most of hers but with one bare, slender leg thrown over his hip. A pair of shoes was sketched prominently off to one side, and Ellen's foot seemed to be rubbing over Sugar's hind leg.

Noriko tilted her head thoughtfully, both touched and excited by the warmth and intimacy conveyed in the drawing. At that moment she realized, she was thinking of the woman in the drawing as her teacher. She turned the page again, and nearly dropped the book!

In this one Ellen was nude and lying on her back, holding her breasts. Her long legs were spread, with Sugar's nose buried between them. Noriko's breath left her body in a moaning sigh as she turned the page yet again.

This time she did drop the book, but it still landed on the floor with the fourth picture facing straight up. Ellen was on all fours with Sugar mounted on her from behind, his front legs holding her by the waist. Ellen's back was arched and her beautiful face drawn in an expression of lustful pleasure.

Suddenly Noriko felt something rubbing, teasingly, against the wet slit of her vagina. She pulled her hand out of her panties, only then realizing she had put it there in the first place. Looking guiltily over at Sugar, he was still sitting by the television, but gazing at her still with that look, as if he was about to say something. Finally he stood up, after what felt like a whole hour. Instead of moving to her, he began sniffing around the VCR.

"Sugar-San, are you looking for somethi..." Noriko broke off as a sudden buzzing came from the TV, fumbled for the remote control and turned it down. On the screen was a young Japanese girl, in a school uniform sitting on a bed, speaking in Japanese to somebody off-camera. The unseen man was asking the girl if she'd ever done something like this before, and she replied no, in a nervously unsteady voice. He suggested she relax for a while and maybe start to take off her clothes.

"Are you watching a porno?"