"All right, Bobo," she whispered, and glanced around furtively, although she knew there was no chance of detection. She was in her own second-story apartment with no one near enough to hear her even if she should raise her voice a good deal above a normal speaking tone. "You win, boy. Back up so I can unwrap it for you."
After she pushed the German shepherd away with a stockinged foot, Marge quickly raised her lovely ass and hoisted her dress up around her trim waist. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her step-ins and skinned the wispy undergarment down the slender columns of her long, shapely legs. Then she lazed back with her fleshy rump hanging precariously on the edge of the couch and her legs spread invitingly open.
"Come on," she whispered, patting the dew-moistened petals of her parted sex. "You've got me wanting it now, damn you."
His tail wagging, the big dog walked up between her thighs and nuzzled her furry slot with his muzzle.
"Ooouuuu, your nose is cold!" she whimpered. "Give me your nice warm tongue, Bobo. That's what I want!"
Bobo backed his nose out of her and gave a half-sneeze. He paused to sniff the crack of her ass. Then he licked his chops, looking up at her, and Marge wondered if dogs were such dumb beasts, after all, because the expression in Bobo's eyes was amazingly similar to Frank's and her husband's when they got horny.
There was no time for Marge to mull this over, though, for now that Bobo had her permission to lick, lick her he did. Out came that long red tongue of his, making her suck in her breath and shiver with delight as he worked it into the cleft of her buttocks. Then Bobo dragged it slowly up through the fluted folds of her elliptical opening, and Marge thought she would faint, it felt so sinfully good!
"Aaaaah!" she sighed, squirming in sensual arousal. "Damn, I must have been too far gone to appreciate that scratchy tongue the other night, Bobo. But I'm not now, so keep it up, you lovely beast. I'll give you an hour to quit that naughty licking!"
Her nylon-encased legs formed a wide V. They were bent slightly at the knees, the soles of her stockinged feet resting on the carpeted floor. The globular white moons of her full, womanly buttocks hung half-on, half-off the edge of the couch cushion. In this position, with her dress up around her waist and her panties lying on the floor beside her shoes, her hairy hole was presented to the dog as best it could be for the lewd purpose at hand. Her brownish, dew-moistened labia majora yawned lazily open, giving Bobo's eager tongue easy access to the wetly shimmering, reddish-hued sweetmeats which comprised her nerve-rich cuntal vestibule.
Bobo's black and tan head wagged up and down steadily, his long, slender, red tongue laving up through the responsively tingling inner slopes of her furry trough at the rate of about two lust-inciting laps per second.
"Jesus!" Marge breathed. Each time the canine tongue slithered up her sex slot, its roughened upper surface dragging abrasively over the hypersensitive head of her elongated clitoris, she batted her eyes and shivered with erotic delight. There was a dreamy smile on her face. The tip of her tongue kept tracing absently around the tremulous oval of her parted red lips. It felt marvelous, and right or wrong, Marge knew she would be having more of this in the future.
Unknown to Marge, however, the German shepherd wasn't going to be content with merely licking her succulent gash. At that very moment, his long, fiery-red penis was creeping jerkily out from its furry sheath at the rear of his underside, its painted tip dripping slippery canine sexual fluids. Although Bobo was quite happy for the moment to continue lapping up the nectarous juices bubbling copiously down from her velvety vaginal well, the instinctual urge, to mate was beginning to make itself known in his subhuman brain.
"Mmmm… mmmm…mmmmmm!"
Marge was whimpering now, squirming about, sighing with pleasure each time she exhaled. The smile gradually drained from her face. Her mouth hung open, her chin quivering from time to time. Her hazel eyes were taking on a glassy sheen. The noise of her own breathing prevented Marge from hearing the soft footsteps as her landlady climbed the stairs carrying a covered bowl of homemade stew.
"Ohhhhhh… oh, that's lovely! Deeper, Bobo…lick deeper! Snake that… ahhhhhh… tongue way up… into my ccuunnttt!!"
The pleasure of it was becoming unbearable. Marge's eyes clamped shut. Her head began rocking to and fro. Just as her landlady arrived at the landing, her hand poised to knock, Marge let out a pleasured moan that even an old woman peering through a screen door couldn't misinterpret.
Abruptly Bobo quit licking her.
"Don't stop now, Damn it!" Marge wailed, grabbing at his head and trying to force him to continue. "LICK, LICK! I'M about to cum! I wa-want you to bring me offf!!"
But Bobo's instincts told him it was time to mate. In his mind's eye, although Marge was his mistress, he regarded her as he would have a bitch dog in heat who'd presented him with a dribbling pussy to lick. The licking was over. His penis was fully erect. Semen bloated his testicles, the pressure of it urging him on.
Barf, barf! he scolded as he jerked his head free of Marge's hands. And up he reared, hopping into position on his hind legs. The pencil eraser tip of his glistening prick found its mark and he bowed his back, sinking the full length of his tapering, beet-red animal phallus into her human pussy before the astonished Marge realized he meant to mount her.
"Naaaaahhhhhhh!!" Marge squealed, and then sucked in her breath raggedly, shuddering from head to toe, for the pointed tip of the dog's penetrating dick had speared directly into the tiny, supersensitive mouth of her womb itself, sending a flood of sheer bliss through her orgasmically primed torso.
"Aaaaaahhh, Goddd!!" she bleated, as the horny animal locked his forelegs around her and started humping the meat to her. "I'm cumming… cumming… cuuummmmmiiiinnnnnggggg!!"
The blast of sudden ecstasy obliterated any sense of horrified revulsion Marge might have had. She knew she shouldn't permit this crime against nature, but a woman shuddering with orgasm is hardly in a position to defend her honor. Her toes curled down and hugged the balls of her stockinged feet. The long, graceful columns of her nylon-clad legs twitched spastically. Her arms lifted in a series of jerky motions, her fingers spread wide apart and her hands shaking visibly before they faltered – it was her intention to shove Bobo off her – and changing her mind, she grabbed the dog's arching behind and tugged his pleasure-giving prick into her spasming snatch clear up to its hairy hilt.
"Aaaaahhhh-gggaaahhhhh!!" she trilled, letting the animal lick her face as her head lolled rapturously from side to side. "Ohhhhhh… OOOhhhhhh… That's soo goooddd!!"
Her internal muscles convulsed rhythmically, clutching the slippery column of Bobo's fully inserted, spear-like erection, which, because a dog's body temperature is higher than a human's, felt glowing hot to Marge although it was actually only a few degrees hotter than a man's penis. And she felt something else, too, for most dogs ejaculate their first load quickly and the milking action of her steaming vagina did the trick for Bobo, who had a big, rusty load built up.
Bobo whined mournfully as the bulging lump of ready-to-be-released semen slipped swiftly up the pulsing shaft of his pussy-engulfed penis. And Marge, who was still in the final throes of her toe-curling climax, whined right along with the animal. With every jangling nerve in her orgasm-wracked body she could feel the knot gliding up Bobo's dick, coming closer and closer to her contracting and relaxing womb. She'd seen a couple of dogs copulating once, so she knew what was about to take place. Only she didn't care. It was too late to stop now. Decency demanded that she hurl the family pet off her before he planted his subhuman seed in her belly. But decency be damned, for she wanted to feel it spurting into-her!