"Oh, ohhh…"
Linda rolled her head against the wall, closing her eyes, feeling hot tears of shame rolling down her cheeks. Wrong, wrong, so very wrong! She could feel his tongue licking over her buttocks now. In a moment Linda felt the silken material of her panties quickly soak through with doggie spit, making it so much easier for her to feel the roughness of the animal's tongue against her pussy.
"Horrible… horrible," she gasped, opening her eyes and peering down at the animal.
She could smell herself now, actually smell her arousal. That was what was making Chad so crazy, so determined to hold her there and lick. He liked that, liked that smell, the taste of her fuck juice as it oozed from her fuck pit and soaked down her panties. He was an animal, a lusting animal aroused by her smell. And how she hated him! How she absolutely hated him for doing this awful thing to her! What would her aunt say if she were to find out this sort of thing went on under her roof?
But who would tell? The dog? Linda choked out a laugh, ending it in a groan as Chad began to get more insistent about his licking. Oh, where would this all end?
CHAPTER TWO
"No, Chad, no…"
Again Linda had tried pushing the animal from her, kicking him. She had driven her toes into his furry, powerful chest. The big German Shepherd backed away only for a moment, twisting his head around and snapping those powerful jaws at her retreating foot. Linda screamed, drawing her leg behind the other. She had heard that snap, that awful crunch of those criss-crossed fangs that could snap a small animal in two. She shuddered, wondering if he would attack her if she weren't more cooperative! The thought made her head reel. A dog… a damned, stupid dog telling her what to do! How the world was turning upside down for her!
He was so insistent too… so strong and insistent and overwhelming! And now he was stretching the nylon away from her body. She felt the surface of that tongue grazing one exposed cunt-lip. Too far! He was going far too far! Touching her pussy was too much.
"Stop it… damn you, stop this…"
Gasping from the unbelievable hot tickle she was experiencing, Linda shoved her hands down to cover the exposed hot flesh. Chad growled, licking her fingers, nuzzling at them with a hot eagerness that stunned her.
"Oh no, no… you can't be doing this to me, Chad, you… you can't…"
Her cry ended in a moan of delight. Yes he could and he was doing it. That tongue kept curling around her fingers, trying to get around to the prize, to her hot tender virgin pussy. Linda found herself thinking about it one more time, about letting the animal touch her some more without letting him really do anything.
But standing there in the hall, letting him touch her cunt with his tongue was going too far by most standards. The frowning face of her mother suddenly floated in front of her, those terrible words condemning her if she were to let a man touch her echoing through her mind. But this wasn't a man. What would her mother have to say about a dog? Again Linda choked out a laugh.
"Ohhhh… uuuuhhhh…" she moaned.
Linda tried kicking at the dog once more. Chad was ready for her again, backing away, then jumping forward when she nearly lost her balance from that blow. There was the sudden scalding pressure of his tongue as it brushed over the elastic leg band of her soaked panties, peeling her cunt-lips apart. That sensation, that touch of his tongue against her pussy-meat nearly brought her to her knees! Her shoulder blades banged heavily against the frame, knocking the picture from the wall. As it crashed to the floor behind her, temporarily startling the animal, Linda felt her knees shaking mightily. One wet lick had rubbed over her clit, making the woman bite down hard on her lower lip and draw blood. Yes, she had to punish herself, punish herself for feeling something this good coming from this unnatural situation.
For it was unnatural. Nothing seemed real, nothing seemed right any longer. She had never heard of a woman doing something like this. Well, she had heard of it, but the women doing it were always fictionalized joke characters or those awful whores south of the border who did it for the money. Horses! Donkeys! Now there was something she could try! If the dog didn't satisfy her, she could always go down to the corral and…
What am I thinking of? she asked herself.
Had she lost her senses? The clouds of her excitement broke for a moment and Linda saw herself as a sick, perverted woman doing the worst thing possible to satisfy her lust.
"Away… get away…"
But Chad pressed harder. She felt her asscheeks tight against the wall. She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't seem to make him stop. Again Linda raised her hand to strike the animal. And this time when the animal ducked back she pushed herself forward, staggering awkwardly toward her bedroom. He couldn't do it in there, not in her room, not when she locked the door.
"No!"
The animal pursued her, snapping at her ankles, threatening to bite her. Somehow Linda managed to kick him away, sweep into her room and slam the door before Chad could get in.
"Oh thank God, thank God," she moaned, leaning against the door, her hands still pressing against the wood.
Linda gasped and panted, her face red with passion, her clit throbbing like a burning red jewel while fuck juice dripped down her shivering thighs. She was away from the dog, but how she wanted his touch! How, even now with her body pressed against the locked bedroom door, she wanted the German Shepherd's tongue caressing her hot, drippy slit!
"God help me, it's so wrong, so wrong," she sobbed, jamming her whitened knuckles in her mouth and trying to drive those horrible, delicious feelings from her mind. There was the feeling of Chad's soft, warm furry body rubbing against her ankles, the feeling of his tongue sloshing in and out of her pussy while her clit burned with desire.
What was she doing? Oh dear God, what was she doing? Linda heard Chad whimpering and barking outside, heard him stretching against the wood, felt him butting against the door. He wanted in. He wanted to get at her cunt again, to lick her silly. In a second she felt her fingers closing around the brass doorknob, tightening, starting to twist it around. Was she going to open the door, let him in? She was dizzy with confusion, uncertainty. Again Linda stopped, biting down on her sore lower lip, feeling the awful morality of the situation. Then another rush of hot flashes seared her cunt. Her knees were trembling as she finally twisted the doorknob all the way, defying her moral side. The dog barked happily, rushing in too quickly for her to stop it now.
"Ohhhhh God, forgive me," she whispered as the dog swarmed around her. Linda stumbled in the gathering darkness, unsure of her footing. The other sandal came off. Standing there by the queen-sized bed, she hesitated, then crossed her arms and pulled off the jersey, reaching back around and unsnapping her bra. It was like getting in bed with a lover. A lover! A dog lover! Linda sucked in a ragged breath, feeling her chest tighten at the thought, No, that was letting her mind go too far. She couldn't think like that, not if she wanted to keep what sanity she had. Reaching down, the woman unbuttoned her skirt, stepping from it, tossing the garment in the corner with her other clothes.
There would be no thought, no thinking about her mother, about her wilder sister who undoubtedly would have thought something like this deliciously kinky. There would be no thought of Hank, of her aunt who would undoubtedly have reeled back in horror. No, there was only her and that dog, that wonderful, awful dog now climbing onto the bed and edging toward her.