"Here, Chad, come here," she said, patting the cushion next to her.
Chad still stood there nearby, almost looking as if he would rather be somewhere else. Janice started, feeling a little ashamed of her pleading. Pleading for a dog to jump up between her thighs and do what she needed to be done. Reaching down, Janice pulled the hem of her skirt up, rolling the garment up until it was roped around her waist. The farther she went, the more she touched herself, the more Janice wanted the animal licking her. As the seconds ticked maddeningly by on the wall clock, Janice could only think of Chad's marvelous tongue, the spitty touch of his snout as he licked her into oblivion.
"Chad… here…"
Janice found herself trembling, actually shaking with nervousness, with lust. She was supposed to be a woman of the world… or so her sister and others thought. What would they think now if they could see her now, perched on the edge of a sofa, petting a cushion, trying to get the big German Shepherd up on the couch for a lick-job! Janice smiled cynically at this thought, her smile fading under the rising heat of her pussy.
"Ohhhh… don't play games, Chad. Please, please…"
It had been some time since a man had touched her. But only a short while ago since a dog…
"Oh please, please, Chad…"
Janice felt her face flush and redden. She was so embarrassed at what had happened to her. Yes, there had been men in her life, but not that many. And certainly she had never done anything like this before – not even thought of doing it. And yet how so much had radically changed in the past few days. How her nostrils flared as she turned and looked at the big dog staring back at her. Wild, perverted thoughts bounced around in her head now. And what was even more strange was the way the dog was acting stand offish now, almost as if he wanted her to beg him for a fuck, for a lick.
"Here, Chad, up here," she said in a more insistent voice.
With a whimpering growl, Chad lazily crossed to the sofa and bounded up. Janice held her breath, feeling her chest tighten all over again. She closed her eyes, wondering for the last time if she should walk away. Once could be dismissed as an accident, no matter what the facts seemed to indicate. But twice?
"Ohhhh, Chad!" she groaned, giving in.
Janice slid over to him, petting his sides with her trembling fingers. How warm, how soft and silky his long fur was. She was burning up with passion. She knew why. That horse! How horrible, how dirty! But yet there it was, the truth – torn between a horse and a dog! The situation was almost laughable. Surely she had to be going mad. Only insane people would have this kind of dilemma, these kind of thoughts.
Closing her eyes once more, Janice saw the stallion's strong sleek body, saw his powerful muscles rippling under the slick flesh as she touched him. Thunder! That was the right name for an animal like that, something powerful, something that could sweep over the countryside, arouse the overwhelming passions Janice felt stirring in her at the thought of him, at the thought of his name.
"Nice dog…"
Her hand slipped under his powerful chest. Gingerly Janice felt back along the thinning fur until she found the bulge of his cocksheath.
She shook herself with shame, drawing back her hand as if she'd touched or stove. What was she letting herself get into? But that grazing touch had brought about a change in Chad's attitude. He whimpered and began licking her arm. She could see a tiny point of red had peeked out of the cocksheath. Reaching out, Janice started massaging him on the sides. She was alone. It was late. No one would know. Her sister wouldn't be home for a long, long time. And how she needed release, the sensation of being fucked.
"Good dog," she gasped again, feeling his cock slide out from his body.
She was actually touching his doggie cock. Yes, she was rubbing her knuckles on his prick, feeling his cock stiffen under her caresses. He was breathing hard, making odd whistling sounds through his nostrils. The fur was so warm, so ticklishly delicious against her flesh. The dog was licking her steadily now, lapping at her wrist. She let go and fell back on the sofa once more, tilting her cunt up toward him. Again she had worn no panties. She must have known, must have guessed she would be doing something like this, that she would let herself slip somehow… either with the horse or the dog. If she had a choice between two evils, wasn't letting the dog go down on her better than taking a chance with the horse?
He was down between her legs, nosing her thigh. And then he was licking her all over, dragging his tongue up along her throbbing cunt mound. And it was throbbing, aching so much from the excitement she had tried to ignore all day. How lovely it felt when he peeled back the outer cunt-lips. Her heart was beating like a trip-hammer. For a second Janice tried to understand what had brought her down this path. What had made her attracted to animals, to dogs, to horses? Why was she suddenly obsessed with nothing but thoughts of letting Chad and Thunder fuck her?
"Ohhhh my… my God!"
Already Janice was forgetting about the right and wrong of the situation. She was forgetting about what her sister and the rest of society would think of her if they were to find out. Fucking men was one thing. As much as they might frown on that, they certainly would reel away in horror as they would if they knew the truth.
"Yesss… Chad…"
Janice felt her head exploding with all sorts of crazy notions. Reaching down, rubbing her fingertips along her thighs, the frantic brunette pulled her cunt even farther apart with her hands. She wanted the hot, slick tongue of the big German Shepherd touching every inch of her pussy. Raped by that tongue! Somehow the thought of being raped by Chad's tongue brought frantic whimpers from her throat.
And yet, though she liked what he was doing, Janice knew something was missing. Why couldn't his tongue be harder? Why couldn't she have the feeling of being stuffed with prick? Why couldn't he do something more to her?
"Uhhhh!" Janice gasped.
Her head was spinning. Swallowing hard, the woman stuck one finger in her cunt, then another, moving them back and forth as if someone were fucking here, really fucking her. It would be easy enough for her to get a man. All she had to do was go to the dance. It was still early enough. There would be one or two men there alone. And certainly she was attractive and sexy enough to get someone decent. And then they could stroll out into the darkened countryside, lay down and…
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" Janice let out another whimpery gasp from her throat.
She grabbed the German Shepherd's fur roughly and pulled his snout into her cunt. She needed something to fill herself with, something to have fucking in and out of her cunt, trenching out her fuckhole. Janice felt the tiny muscles cramping with tension and lust. Fingers weren't any good anymore. No, she wanted something longer, something thicker.
Chad was licking her cunt hard now, concentrating his tonguing up and down her wet pussy, directing his movements against the wet mound of pink flesh throbbing hard like an opened wound. A cock. A real cock. Yes, that was what she needed, something that wouldn't tease her. Something that would bring her around, would excite her to the limit.
Chad was making muted growling noises in his throat now. Janice knew what that meant. She felt him nuzzling her thighs, in a sense trying to roll her over.
"I… I can't… just can't."
But it was as if some dark power had taken her over. Janice sucked in a little breath, feeling his narrow, powerful back humping as his instincts began to guide him.
"Oh my God…"
In a moment Janice found herself on the floor, her arms stretched out to either side of her body, her head turned to one side and her cheek pressed against the floor. Some brown hairs had fallen over her eyes while her ass stuck up in the air, fuck juice dribbling down from her cunthole and sticking her thighs. She was waiting to be mounted, crouching down, curling her toes until they cramped.