I was born in a village in the Italian Alps, all in all maybe 300 people, but in summer there were lots of tourists, Italians as well as foreigners, mostly Germans and French. They would dwell in the pine woods and the meadows, looking for birds and plants, or just to wander through the hilly meadows.

Every evening my sister Gabriela would walk our dog for a kilometer of five (about three miles), I always wondered why it took them more than two hours for that short walk, but she told me she played with Bianco in the meadow near the Frascati-woods, where no one ever came and the dog could run freely without a leash. And indeed, the Frascati was a remote place with no pathways leading to it from our side of the village, so the tourists didn’t even know the place and how to get there.

One evening though, Gabriela asked me to join her on the walk. I was astonished. She always had forbidden me to go on the walk, telling me this was a time for herself, to think things over and playing with the dog. Just quality private time. As I was only 8, I didn’t bother much and let my six year older sister do what she wanted. We were very close, but as for the dog, she was clear: he was hers. Not even mama could make him listen and he answered every word or move from Gabriela, as if he understood her every command and even every wish before she had uttered it.

There was no path to the Frascati wood, as I said, and Gabriela told me she almost never walked the same way up, to avoid making a path herself. Once we passed the last house of the village, a steep meadow had to be climbed. Only 250 meters, but so steep we had to climb the last 100 on all fours. Bianco didn’t mind, he ran joyfully up and down, circling around us while we crept slowly up. Once over the top, there was a small valley with at the end, a kilometer further down, the small wood we were heading for, now running through the grass and the wild flowers.

Gabriela sat down and told me she halted here to look at the mountains and sun over them. I came here myself sometimes, on my own, or with some friends, but I never really saw how beautiful it was. Gabriela seemed to undergo the landscape in a completely other way and I learned to appreciate it through her eyes. I’m still thankful for how she showed me the beauty of my birthplace.

I asked her why she wanted me to join her on the walk, as she never let me before. She said she had seen a man in the woods the days before, three times already, watching her from a short distance through the undergrowth of the wood. She was afraid he’d come nearer, she said, and she added: ‘Danilo, listen, some men cannot be trusted by girls, you know. Even with Bianco with me, I’m still afraid. Maybe he throws a piece of poisoned meat at the dog and then does things to me…’

I puzzled about what she said and then she told me about what men could do to girls. That they had big, stiff willies and they not only used it to pee, but for entering the peehole of girls. I shivered. ‘Don’t make too much of it,’ she said, ‘but I want you to watch out for that man if he should show up again while I play with Bianco.’

I agreed. Once in the shade of the trees, I saw a nice little place where the grass was trampled, as if it was a big nest. Bianco immediately ran to it to lay down and staring Gabriela in the eyes.

‘Now, go up in the wood where the dead tree is,’ she said, ‘you see the bush there? That where I saw the man standing, watching us.’ I climbed up the smooth hilly floor of the wood and leaned on the dead tree, watching the undergrow. And indeed, Gabriela had spoken the truth, after about five minutes I heard noises and soon I could see the shape of a person treading nearer behind the bushes. I picked up a fallen branch and fearless I ran to the undergrowth. The person, be it man of woman, ran away, making a lot of noise, trampling fallen branches, pine cones and dead leafs. I went back to my outlook and was ready to go downhill to join Gabriela, but halfway I stopped. I couldn’t but gaze at what I saw.

Grabriela sat on the grassy circle on her knees, leaning on her elbows, her head betwee her shoulders, her clothes on the ground around her and… Bianco, behind her, his body leaning over her back, his head up, his tongue out his mouth, grumbling deeply, moving his behind rhitmically against Gabriela’s back. I couldn’t move, as if I had turned to stone. I tried to cry out loud, but I lost my voice. My feet were nailed to the ground. I trembled over my whole body. After a while I calmed, but I knew I had to keep still, that the dog did not something Gabriela didn’t like – Bianco would never do such thing, he only did what she wanted him to do.

After a long time, Bianco stopped moving. I could hear him breath and growl from deep in his throath and Gabriela kept herself in the same position. Long minutes passed and finally the dog moved back, gently with his streaking his forepaws over Gabriela’s back, than standing for a second on his back feet, stepping backwards to fall on all fours. He than walked around Gabriela, licking her arms, legs and feet until she slowly moved and stood up. She looked in the direction of the dead tree, but didn’t see me as I had left my outlook and had come down, only twenty meters or so behind her. She quickly took her clothes – a pair of knickers, her bra, put them on and then her dress which she put on over her head. She called me. I slowly made my way through the trees, as if I came from far. But she saw on my face I had seen what had happened.

‘So, that’s why I may not walk with you,’ I uttered, ‘what did you do with Bianco? Why ware you naked?’

‘Did you see someone?’ she asked without noticing what I asked her.

‘Yes, I chased him away. And then I came down to you, but….’

She took me by my shouldes, forced me to sit down. She sat beside me, Bianco running circles around us, tongue still out of his mouth.

‘Listen, Danilo, you must keep your mouth shut. I thought you would stay on the outlook. I didn’t want you to see me and Bianco.’

And then she told me how one evening, two week ago, she was playing with Bianco on this shady spot at the entrance of the wood. She wore a very short frock and all of a sudden, Bianco put his snout under it and licked her thighs. She wandered what he was after and why he did so. So, she had sit down and the dog immediately put his head between her legs, licking not only her inner thighs, but the crotch of her panties too. Without thinking she had pulled her panties off and now the dog licked her naked crotch, her cunt, as she called it. Something unbelievable happened. It felt so good, far better than when she touched herself there. She stood up and now Bianco came behind her, his paws on her back, pushing her on her knees. He had come in her before she knew and it felt so good she let him. And since then, the last two weeks, she took him here. Sometimes he didn’t lick her, sometimes he did and when he did, she let him come in her cunt. But the last few days when preparing for it, taking her panties off, she had seen the man behind the bushes and allthough Bianco was trying to get her in position, she was scared and tried to calm him down. She thought that man had seen Bianco doing it with her and came back every evening, as she walked the dog every day on the same time. So she thought of taking me with her as a guard.

I urged her to tell me exactly what she and the dog were doing and in the end she told me everything in detail. I was astonished but she assured me she liked it, she couldn’t without it anymore. She said Bianco was her lover. I was an eight year old little boy, I couldn’t judge the situation. I thought all women with big enough dogs would do the same as Gabriela, that is was just normal. But I had to swear I would tell no one and I never did, until now, many decades later, living in America.

Gabriela still lives in the little village where we were born. She keeps a bed & breakfast there for a living. Every two or three years I visit her for a week or two. She walks her dog every evening after her guests had their meal and work is done. Many dogs she has had in her lifetime, but never did she have a man. She always looks happy. I really think she is.

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