"Nice, d-doggie."
The dog growled when she retracted her hand. Quickly she resumed the smooth affectionate strokes across his manes to his glistening flanks.
The dog turned his head, sniffing between the woman's thighs. The rich aroma of cunt, not as tangy as the pussies that he had sniffed on the beach or at the cabin but just as powerful.
"N-no, doggie. N-nice doggie."
As long as her hand was gently stroking his fur, the animal felt safe and secure as he nuzzled into the woman's crotch and licked the lips of her dry cunt.
Once the woman tried to break the contact, but the dog growled, his teeth displayed fiercely; then the hand came back to his neck and ran down his spine.
He licked borne more, each swipe of his tongue capturing more wetness from the woman's cunt. Her pussy became moist, and the woman, though reluctant to take her hand away, opened her legs slightly. The shift in position allowed the dog's tongue to penetrate into her wet cunt, tasting the meat deep in her pussy.
The dog seemed to be in no hurry to discontinue his ministrations of her cuntmouth. The tip of his tongue repeatedly slipped through the winking opening to jolt her with a teasing fullness, and she mumbled incoherently. The woman opened her mouth wide and gazed upward unblinkingly when the long tongue snaked into her cunt and started scooping wetness from the inside walls.
"Don't-do-that-don't-do-that-don't-do-that!" she whispered in an unbroken stream.
The dog seemed to be licking her internal organs. But the more deeply he probed, the harder his tongue felt where her cuntmouth clamped on it. And each time he transferred a tongue-full of the oozing fluid to his mouth and returned for more, the effect was a weird delicious kind of fucking for the woman.
Her pussy contracted in slow powerful waves and her body tensed to the rhythm of his lapping tongue.
When the dog extracted his tongue, the woman pleaded with him. "Don't stop! Not now, doggie."
His forepaws rested on her widespread thighs, their pressure the only stimulus she could concentrate on while her orgasm continued.
"Oh, please! Doggie, do it some more!"
She felt one of his paws lift from her thigh and she sprawled on the sand. A moment later, the dog moved his other paw to the other side of her waist. He clasped her in a manner that seemed a little like a man seizing her waist in his hands. She felt something dancing over the soft membranes that surrounded her cuntmouth and began pleading again.
"Please, doggie! Stick your tongue into my cunt!"
The dancing point of his tongue settled in the ring of her cunt and began to bore inward.
As her cunt began to stretch to receive the wedging action, she sensed that the dog was no longer using his tongue. She brought her gaze down to his head and saw the open mouth and lolling tongue inches above her breasts. She stared unbelievingly.
There was no mistaking the thickness or hardness of the rigid dog cock that was sliding rapidly into her cunt. Nor could she override her body's response to the entering prick. She clutched her ankles and forced them apart. The heavy dog cock surged in. The pointed cockhead plowed the length of her hot wet pussy.
She felt a fat, hard bulge pressing at her cuntmouth. "Oh God," she moaned.
The white dog thrust brutally at her, driving the enormous knob in as if it were a blunt wedge.
"Ohhh, doggie!"
The sheath of the dog's cock bore against her raw cunt, its stiff bristles stabbing her viciously. The great dog jerked at her with his forepaws, banging against the base of his cock as his rump pounded his prick deeper.
The long prick jerked back and forth in her, the strange knob at the base blasting the inside of her cunt with every stroke. She trembled and clasped her thighs against the dog's heaving flanks.
Spasmodic contractions tightened her cunt-mouth rhythmically on the base of his cock and traveled inward. She squeezed with her thighs and let go of his legs to clutch at his shoulders. Hugging him fiercely, she pulled her upper body to him and buried her tits into his fur.
The dog continued to fuck without a change or break in his rhythm.
The woman was instantly aware of the difference in the dog's behavior. His thrusts grew shorter and faster and he stopped the powerful, involuntary jerks with his body. He tried to force her even further onto his dog cock, tugging and straining without interruption, until her skin burned and she expected to find her pussy torn and bleeding. His haunches vibrated fiercely; his cock buzzed in her cunt.
The dog began to whimper. The woman squeezed him with the full strength of her legs, her thighs molding themselves to the contours of his hardy lean sides.
She realized suddenly that the dog was climaxing, spewing his bestial seed into her cunt with torrid blasts. The knot around the base of his prick enlarged, chafing against her clit.
The suddenness of her climax startled her as ecstatic waves coursed through her pussy. She gripped the dog with her taut and wet thighs, screaming passionately.
Then her scream died down, the dog stopped pumping, and both woman and man's best friend were thoroughly satisfied.
CHAPTER TEN
Tom sat on the kitchen stool in the Lafayette kitchen, one foot on the top rung, the other stretched out to the floor. The cool marble top of the custom-made stool felt good on his ass and balls and made him confident that he would not get a hard-on while watching Denise flit around in nothing but her apron.
He had trapped himself when she answered the door, unaware that Sandy had gone to the Ordwells on an errand, and that Andy had taken the Lafayette car to the garage to replace a lazy fuel pump.
"I had some time to kill," he had told Denise at the front door. "So I thought I'd see if Sandy wanted to do anything in particular."
"Come in, Tom," she invited. "Sandy's taking some things to Shelley that got in my carton at the grocery checkout counter. You can keep me company while she's gone."
So he sat there, his educated eyes appreciating every little ripple of her butt, and the way her apron bib jiggled with the bounce of her tits. He almost got an erection, despite the cold marble, when she stooped to get a pan on the floor-level shelf of the cupboard. Her asshole winked at him and her soft brown crotch curls spread out as her squeezed cunt pouted its lips at him!
Up to that moment, he had consciously attempted to treat her the same as he had in the past; it seemed the proper thing to do, since he had announced on arrival that he was more or less calling on her daughter.
But now he remembered the current that had seemed to pass between them when he and Sandy interrupted Denise and his father on the beach. He was almost certain that her look had been loaded with desire. And as he and Sandy walked away, he had seemed to feel her gaze on his body.
Denise stepped close to the stool as she searched in an upper cupboard for something. One leg went out to the floor as a balance while she reached. The skirt of the apron fell away in front of her, held only by the string at her waist.
Tom could see the warm, glowing tones of her skin at close range, and her scent was in his face as she moved between him and the open window. Impulsively, he reached out and put a hand on her outstretched leg, the nearest to him.
His fingers curled over onto the curve of her inner thigh, and tendrils of her damp cunt feathers were invaded by his fingertips. He hedged his bet with an excuse that sounded as weak and phony as it was.
"Don't fall, Denise!"
She teetered on tiptoe, hummed her appreciation of the familiarity, and slowly brought her leg down until the foot touched the floor. She trapped his hand between her thighs, pulling it farther into her crotch by the movement. She tightened her thigh muscles and squeezed his hand pulsingly several times.
"Am I wet, Tom?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
He could feel the steamy ooze on his index finger where the edge of his hand was forced into her slit. The thick outer lips of her cunt were wetly curved around it.