The woman tried to fight up through the red haze that had settled over her brain. She tried once again to shove the dog away from her.
"No, bad boy, bad doggie. Come on Rex, leave me alone. Oh, please.
But nothing could deter the powerful animal from his object. Joyce's arms trembled, her finger curled once again back behind his furry pointed ears. She humped her back, pressing her swollen cunt up against his muzzle. That pink tongue drove up and down her crack. It felt so good, so shamelessly good. Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction. The places between her toes and fingers tickled. She fanned her fingers out along the animal's neck, raising her feet from the groaning bed. Slowly, panting more heavily than ever, Joyce inched her knees back until they were against her big tits. She let them sag apart, the knees finally touching the wrinkled bedspread. Every tiny hollow of her pussy was peeled back now, every inch of her snatch surrendered to the sex-hungry dog.
Was there no decency, no shred of pride left in her? No, no, nothing! Nothing except a wild thirst for a cum was left in the panting woman. Joyce gasped and babbled as Rex nuzzled her, soaking her cunt with his spittle. She brought her feet together at the sides of his big head, rubbing him with her toes.
It was too late for her to stop. Wild emotions flew through her head. Lights started popping in front of her. Joyce knew what all this meant. She was close to cumming, close to blowing apart on the bed. And it was all because of an animal, her damned dog bringing her off. Oh, if her daughter could see her now…! And yet somehow the thought of her shocked face brought a smirk to her lips. Yes, she would be surprised, surprised to see her wonderful mother fucking a dog, spreading herself wide open to a wild animal!
The woman worked her ass around in frantic circles. She was crying through her nose, sounding more like a dog than Rex.
"Fuck, fuck-!" she yelled.
For a brief minute, Joyce wondered if the neighbors could hear her. What on earth would they think was going on in that house? She giggled, her laughter turning into a groan when the dog touched her clit once more. Rex's licking now seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved, the more pleasure he seemed to bring to her. If only she could have that sensation of being fucked, of having something hard and thick and long reaming out her cunthole. But that was out of the question.
Whatever her feelings, whatever her lusts, Joyce could never bring herself to have a dog's cock inside her. It was just too much, too much for her to think about at this point.
"Ugnhhhoooooo!" she screamed.
She was close, dangerously close. Joyce tilted her cuntal hole up, felt the dog's tongue rimming her, petting her clit so tenderly that she felt she was going to go through the ceiling.
She was shivering, feeling as if she had some horrible kind of fever. Her cuntal walls spasmed. She could feel her clit quivering, feel the big muscles in her ass cramping. She kicked her feet high. Rex slowed down his rubbing friction, tilting his head and staring at her.
"No, don't stop!" she breathed.
The dog sensed her tension and nuzzled again between her wet cuntlips. She felt the membranes fill with blood. If a man's dick were in her she would be milking it now. The thought hurried her to her cum. She pitched on the bed, bucking her ass against the dog's parted jaws. His teeth were cutting her slightly. That acute sensation brought a groan from her throat. Oh, she couldn't take this much longer. The headboard banged against the plaster, cracking it as Joyce whirled and bucked her way into climax.
"Unnnghhhhooooonooooo!" she howled like a bitch.
The world seemed to crash into her cunt as Joyce yelped and jerked, her legs kicking up and out, then scissoring down tightly around the big dog's neck. Whipping her legs against the bed, hugging Rex's body, she felt that mad, keen throbbing pleasure finally boil over. Again and again her pussy clamped shut, trying to trap his licking tongue. Rex was fast, snarling into her pussy, drilling his tongue into her hot hairy hole, then pulling it out before those sensitive muscles snapped shut.
Again and again her pussy contracted. The final throbbing hurt drove her half mad with pleasure. She could hear the slick clicking sounds of the dog's furry mouth on her cunt. It sucked and clicked with each movement she made.
And she couldn't stop moving! It was wonderful, wild. Her moans, her crazed squirming seemed to set the animal off into a wilder fury. He made a strange noise-a kind of whining growl that made her open her knees even wider. She wriggled her ass over the coverlet, feeling the smooth material tickling the sensitive flesh surrounding her asshole. Oh, how she was juicing herself, wetting down the dog's snout and her inner thighs.
And as her lust peaked the dog opened his jaws, taking her cuntal mound between his fangs. Shaking her gently, his teeth pressing into her soft flesh, Rex kept his dark-brown eyes fastened on her, watching the woman pitch and yowl on the bed. He shook her gently, those sharp white fangs pressing deliciously into her cumming flesh. He swathed his tongue back and forth, drawing more pleasure from the woman's hot tight pussy.
Somehow she managed to squirm off the bed, kick the dog away and stagger to the bedroom door. Her cunt was still cramping down on thin air. Her legs were so shaky while the room spun dizzyingly around and around. She'd cum with a dog! She'd reached orgasm because a dog touched her… there!
Behind her she could hear Rex yelping. Was he wanting her to stay to help him cum? Did he want her to touch her, to spread her legs again so he could mount her and drive that bony cock into her? She gasped, one hand pressed to the bottom of her throat as she staggered down the narrow hallway to the bathroom. She heard the bed groaning and knew the German Shepherd had jumped off and was pursuing her.
In a second she found herself in the bathroom, the door locked behind her. Leaning against the sink, Joyce curled her fingers around the cold porcelain edge. She breathed in huge lungfuls of air, hardly able to stand. Looking at her lust-swollen face in the mirror she could feel the animal's spittle dribbling down her legs. Oh, God, God, she couldn't blame the dog… not really. The poor thing hadn't done anything wrong. He had natural urges and was satisfying them, something more than she had been doing.
"I can't go on like this… I just can't," Joyce said to herself, resting her forehead against the mirror. Oh, how nice and cool that glass surface felt against her burning flesh! She was gasping, her feet slipping on the tiles. Catching herself before she started sobbing into her hands. What if Rex started making strange moves while Debbie was around. Wouldn't her daughter become suspicious, put two and two together and discover that her mother had been busy fucking dogs?
The thought almost made her laugh. She'd become the butt of every obscene joke in the neighborhood, her daughter running into corners to hide from the shame. No, no, she couldn't let that happen.
Joyce couldn't think straight. She needed a drink. Yes, a drink would help. Lately she'd been having one or two too many, perhaps. But then she'd been under terrible pressure… what with her suppressed sexuality and all. Her fingers trembling on the doorknob, the woman opened the door and stepped out into the hall. No, Rex wasn't there. Feeling herself calming down somewhat Joyce, tiptoed down the hall and peeked into her bedroom. Rex was gone! She grabbed the silken robe that hung behind her door, slipped it over her shoulders and tied the belt tightly around her waist. When she descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen she saw Rex sitting in a corner, half curled up, licking himself. He was lapping at that strange, odd, red doggie cock of his. Joyce shuddered, hurriedly poured some vodka from one of the several bottles standing next to the refrigerator, then left and walked into the livingroom.
He's got to leave me alone, she thought to herself, wondering if she should call the pound or something. No, Debbie was crazy about the animal and she'd ask too many questions Joyce wouldn't be able to answer adequately.