"No, Chad!" she snapped, slapping at the dog.
He was mouthing her ankles now. This was going far too far!
"Out you go," she said, turning around and opening the front door once more. A gentle cool breeze came from the north, stirring her long blonde hair. The animal paused at the doorway, twisting his proud head around and looked up at the woman. Linda stiffened. There was a kind of near-human intelligence in those dark-brown eyes, an intelligence that made her flesh crawl. "I said go out."
Chad whined some more, then barked, backing into the living room. Linda stared wide-eyed at the animal. He wasn't obeying her. He wasn't obeying her at all! Usually she and her aunt had some difficulty in making the dog obey. But in the end they had their way. Now Chad was deliberately disobeying her, denying her as it were!
"Chad!"
He stretched his forepaws in front of her, assuming that wolflike proud manner that had made Linda so nervous in the first place. She felt something like fear begin to rise in her throat. She could always call back Hank. Linda was certain he or some of the others were still around. They usually stayed around the bunkhouse some hundred yards down the dirt road. They would hear her cries and would come running.
"Ohhhh…"
But she would feel so silly, unable to control her own dog! She would never live it down.
"No!"
Chad was swarming around her ankles, sniffing her, mouthing her legs, panting heavily against her flesh. It was so strangely good, feeling that touch, that warm, wet, silky touch of his tongue! Linda closed the door, relocking it. No, she wasn't going to call Hank for help. She stood there, hand on the doorknob, unsure of what was going to happen next. Perhaps it was only this light tickling tonguing! She liked it… she…
"No!"
Linda knew why she liked it! She knew why she wanted that dog around her. The excitement racing through her cunt had reached a fever pitch now. The animal was actually exciting her, arousing her the way Greig Hansen had done that night in the back seat of his Ford. But this was different, far different. This was an animal, a dog touching her, licking her, making her pussy feel so warm and wet and tight. She felt her cunt swelling, felt those fat pussy-lips folding over one another while her cunt walls fluttered with anticipation.
"No…"
She slapped downward, trying to get the dog away from her. But Chad ducked back, whimpering through those black nostrils again. Linda felt she had to get away, up to her room perhaps, away from the pursuing animal.
"Get… get away from me, Chad!"
She ran through the room, her mind racing a thousand miles an hour. The animal followed, making a growling noise in his throat. Again he nosed between Linda's legs as she reached the stairs. Closing her eyes, she rested against the banister, her fingers tightening around the smooth polished handrail. If her aunt and mother could see her now! If they could see her standing there, aroused by a German Shepherd, fighting down sexual excitement because a dog was sticking his snout up her… it was too disgusting for thought!
"No!"
Bending one knee, Linda kicked out at the animal, her sandal flying off her foot. Again Chad ducked, barking as the shoe flew past him. She watched breathlessly, watched his pointed ears pricking forward, watched his head tilting upward. He was smelling something. He was smelling her! She could tell it! He was smelling her aroused pussy, sniffing the musky odor flowing from her cunt. That awful muted growling noise came from his throat again. He was looking at her as a possible… a possible mate!
"Oh my God!" she gasped.
Her mind whirled about in horror. A mate! She would have rather died than let something like this happen! She would pitch herself out the window before letting that damned dog touch her!
"Damn you!" she spat.
Turning around, Linda raced up the stairs, feeling the sexy rub of her cunt lips against one another and her rising pink lump of clit-flesh. Reaching the top, the frantic woman turned around and saw Chad pause for a moment at the foot of the stairs. Then, with a loud bark, he raced up, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. No, no, this was awful, too sick for words! She heard the scratchy thudding of his paws as he reached the first landing, turned, then began racing up the remainder of the stairs toward her.
"Oh God!"
Backing away, the woman stumbled over a rip in the rug, regained her balance, then turned and began racing once more for her room.
"No!"
The dog was faster, reaching her before she had a chance to get near the opened bedroom door. In a moment she felt him threading his way between her legs once more, preventing her from moving forward. She stopped, covering her eyes with her hands, feeling her knees buckling once more as the German Shepherd licked her all over. He was touching her behind each knee, wetting her with that wonderful slick tongue.
"This can't be happening… it just can't be!" Linda whispered.
Biting down on her lower lip, she fought for control of her mind.
"I'm losing my mind. I'm going crazy if… if I let this go on," she whispered, hoping the sound of her own voice would somehow lend her some courage, some strength to escape from the animal.
But nothing happened along those lines. Instead she stood there in the darkened hallway, listening to the sounds of her own labored breathing, the sounds of the dog's tongue smacking against her flesh. For a moment Linda thought this must be a dream, another one of her vaguely erotic dreams that made her shiver so when she awoke to find herself alone in bed.
But the touch of Chad's mouth, the bristly brush of his snout over her ankles told her otherwise. This was all too true, all too vivid! The big black and gray German Shepherd was there next to her, petting her with his tongue, knowing full well what he was doing. Linda stretched out one hand for balance, feeling herself pitching and reeling from side to side.
"No, no…"
She was back against the wall, her shoulder blades pressing against a picture of a man and a horse, one of those silly things her aunt had purchased at a swap meet years ago. The frame rattled against the plaster as Linda fought with herself and the animal now crouched between her white shivering legs. Wonderful jolts of heat sliced into her clit, making that tiny nub quiver with delight. And what was making her so aroused? Again the thought of having an animal licking her, touching her like that made Linda groan. It was wrong, horribly, terribly wrong.
And yet how could she stop him and, more importantly, stop herself? Chad's nose was shoving up higher and higher, moving the hem of her skirt up. And in a moment his nose was pushing hotly up against her panties, shoving the nylon up against her crotch. The sensation, that wonderful feeling of the wet soppy nylon crotch panel being pushed into her pussy by the dog's nose drove her wild. Panting, gasping, the frantic blonde felt the nylon rubbing sensually over her puffy cunt-lips.
"Chad… ohhhhh!"
Why couldn't she get away? Why couldn't she find the strength and courage to kick the animal out from between her legs and rush to her room? The door was only ten feet away. Surely she could make it in, slam and lock the door behind her to keep Chad out.
"No, oh I can't… I just can't."
It was becoming hard for Linda to breathe. She was wheezing and panting almost as hard as the dog. Linda reached out and grasped frantically at a light fixture mounted to one side of the picture rattling behind her. The world was coming to an end for her! The dog butted his head up against her thighs, forcing them farther apart so he could lick her cunt more easily.