"Maybe they'll bring something for you, too," she said, patting the dog's head again but more absently because of her divided thoughts, half on him and half on the unwanted heat in her body.
The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she was saying, Laura thought, unable to repress an urge to embrace him against her thigh and continue stroking his warm, creased, fur-covered head. He whimpered again softly, partially in awareness to her melodious voice bestowing kindness and love, but even more because he had sensed in his closeness against her, a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which immediately inspired trained responses in his glistening muscular body, the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated by the club members to recognize.
Laura tore herself from the dog with a will. It was time to forget herself and do the picking up she had promised. Then when the others came back, they would this time talk about safe things like sports, she hoped. Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Laura picked up some papers from the floor and then bent over to fix the pillows on which Pete DePow had introduced her to a new side of herself earlier. And behind the bent figure, Fido's head abruptly nudged forward in underneath the hem of the rosebud-studded dress.
The twelve year old girl was frozen into immobility at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Fido's nose high on the softness of her inner thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-respect, she could only lay to the prurient excitement which still smoldered inside her aching loins. Instead of doing any of those wise things, she continued to stoop there, waiting, thrilled by the fact that the big dog's beautiful head was wedged up under her short dress from behind, animalishly sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable lap of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened cuntal area! Could a dog know? Could he sense the erotic state of a human being?
It had to be that, she admitted to herself. His searing tongue felt like a firebrand caressing the swollen lips of her still feverishly throbbing pussy just as though she had no panties on at all, and how she would dearly love to take them down! Again he licked, and she hung there in her stooped-over position as he drew the long wet length of his tongue undeniably between her partially spread cuntal lips, licking along the entire panty-covered furrow.
Slowly, Laura raised up, straightening. She turned to gaze in bewilderment at the handsome black animal who was staring up at her with brown eyes twinkling, ears slightly cocked, mouth opened and tongue lolling, and graceful tail wagging in a friendly motion. Then he softly growled.
"What… what is it, boy?" the frightened little girl asked.
The strange dog uttered another muted growl, and the sensually intoxicated young tomboy wasn't sure if she were imagining things or not but it seemed he growled because he sensed the rekindled passion up between her trembling thighs! Oh, how silly I can be! she told herself, scolding then. I seem to have my mind on one thing, and now I'm even suspecting a dog of being attracted to me. Wow! That's really going some! Then, without warning, a shiver of lewd excitement coursed the length of her body, and for a moment she shook uncontrollably. When it had passed, she sank weakly to the pillows in the corner. Once again she wished she were home where she could do as she pleased, hide or sob or… or… masturbate!
It was certainly a long time, and no one was coming. She might easily have been asleep. Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through her abdomen as she lay limply on the pillows on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her, and she tried to move but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like snarl. She partially opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there, unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. She opened her eyes a little more. No, the others had not yet come, but further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her loins and belly. Laura raised her hands to her throat in instinctive fear, then lifted herself to her elbows to see what was going on. Her dress was pulled up, and she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart and Fido, the club mascot, was standing between her thighs, his tongue laxly out and his great black head lowered just above… above her panty-covered cunt!
Once again a flood of fire-filled sensations charged through the core of her desire-stimulated body. The warm wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue was too much. Like a puppet on a string, Laura slipped her panties down out of the way and thrilled with the incredible touch of the unhindered tongue as it spread open the hair-fuzzed lips of her young cuntal crack as the dog began laving her sensitive inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion bursting over her! Good God! He was licking her down there between her open thighs! The unbelievably lewd sight of what was happening to herself, combined with the realization that Fido was once again licking at her nakedly defenseless pussy, was about to drive the twelve year old baseball aspirant hysterical.
She gaped at him and then over to the door of the tree house. There were no sounds from below. She looked back at the dog and saw his own burning eyes staring hotly at her nakedness as he continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her exposed cuntal lips. A tremor of incredible sensations caused her to convulse, and she found her hips rising of their own accord.
Good grief, the child thought, he was almost human. That expression in his unrelenting eyes was much like Pete's had been, and what the dog was doing to her nakedly betraying loins was no different from the boy! Ooooohhhhh, what was he doing to her! She had never known such sensuous feelings in her belly from the other attempts at arousal today, and her wildly excited little pussy felt as if there were a hot billowing fire glowing inside it! Even her young titties tingled in lewd excitement, she realized, as she mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened pink nipples. But this was all insane! She had to stop him!
Feebly, Laura Cutter cried out, then attempted to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away toward the doorway. Fido waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the newly blossoming young girl in icy-veined terror. She knew absolutely nothing about this strange kind of dog. Would he bite her?
From the point of that growl, the huge dog never seemed to hesitate, but he moved as if his intentions had been pre-determined. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws, belying the gentleness his silky hair suggested, clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthfully curved hips, his tongue hanging loosely from his open mouth. He was born a hunter. What chance did she think she had?
Laura dared not breath! She was that terrified with his sudden clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips. Her small firm young tits quivered and, hanging downwards, swayed ever so slightly in fright beneath her chest as the big animal's hind legs came in closer to her defenselessly upraised asscheeks. Suddenly then, she felt the coolness of the metal license tag that hung from his collar grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her naked back. Her dress was almost to her shoulders. He… he was going to… to do it to her… like she had dreamed of Pete DePow… as if she were nothing more than a bitch!
"Oh, no, please!" she heard herself whimper as something long, wet, and pointed probed back between her nakedly raised asscheeks and lewdly spread thighs. Her brain swam once more! Oh, God, he was going to do it! He was going to fuck her! He was!
Whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away when at that precise moment, she sensed the tapered tip of his hardened animal-prick prodding at the hair-lined hole of her moistly pulsating cunt. Dear God, no! Don't let this happen! Desperately, she tried to squirm away from the viselike grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock spread her soft hair-fuzzed pussy lips and forced its way up into her saliva-slickened little cuntal hole with a slight wet popping sound, rippling the smoothly yielding cuntal walls wide apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!