"Ahhhhh, sweetie! So eager!" she cried. "Oh, God, you're going to make me come and come! But slow down, baby, and let me get my panties off!"
She tried to push his head away. Midnight was having none of that. He lapped and licked, his tongue rasping over the material right at her pussy-slit until she was afraid he'd rub a hole through it.
Robin began to laugh with excitement. She was backed up against the wall. She couldn't get away from him. Oh, if only Pete had been this eager last night!
She bent over slightly, pushing down at her panties. Midnight licked at her face and arms. His tongue ran over her halter, the end of it hooking under the material and drawing it away from her swollen, thrusting tit. He lapped at the spiked, throbbing nipple, and Robin thought she'd scream with the blazing sensation.
"Ahhhhh! God! Yes! Lick me all over, baby! Suck my tits! Lick my ass! All of me! Make me come and come!"
She managed to step out of the panties, doubled over, her butt against the wall. Her halter hung loosely from her chest. Her yellow hair dangled about her face, and Midnight got a mouthful of it when he made a wild lick at her.
She tossed the wadded, wet panties to the floor, and the dog began attacking them, pushing the balled garment across the floor with powerful laps of his tongue at the scented, honey-flavored crotch.
Robin watched him. She shivered with pure, naked lust, the first time she'd really felt the emotion in her young life. She stripped off her halter with a groan and cupped her tits and stood with her legs braced apart, completely naked and open.
She put her hands to her crotch and swirled her fingers through the wet, drooling meat of her cunt-mouth and bloated lips, and she moaned raggedly.
"Ohhhhh, come lick my cunt, stupid – not my panties!"
Midnight tossed his head, panting wildly, his tail going back and forth in sweeping arcs, his feet prancing up and down. He cocked his head and watched while her fingers played with the lightly downed cunt-lips, and then he caught the sound of wet sucking meat at her running hole.
He tossed his muzzle with a yelp of excitement and charged towards her. She laughed and spun away, hitting the edge of the mattress with her legs and falling onto her belly on the bed.
Just as she drew her knees under her stomach, Midnight leaped onto the bed behind her upthrust ass and lunged between the backs of her thighs with his snuffling muzzle, his tongue already lapping through the air.
"Eeeeeeee!" Robin cried thinly.
Her ass began to shake. She pressed her face into the spread and felt her tits mashed against her thighs. She started to lift up. Midnight pawed her ass-cheek, leaving pink streaks against the creamy white skin.
His head burrowed under her crotch, his tongue licking and slurping, the long, wet organ rasping against her pussy-lips, slithering between them to wash against her silky gash.
Robin lifted her head and moaned heatedly. Her knees shot wide apart. Her ass-cheeks opened, and her pussy-lips parted from over her drenched hole to give her dog full access to her spasming pussy-meat and the flow of her slippery honey.
The sounds were incredible – slurping and smacking and licking and moaning. She didn't think she would ever forget them. His tongue washed all over her crotch, her cunt-mouth, her clit, her inner thighs, and then into the groove of her ass.
"Ahhhhh, God!" she cried throatily.
Her asshole pulsed wildly. Juice poured from her cunt. Midnight caught the slippery string on his tongue and then drilled upward into the oiled slit of her cunt-tunnel to get more and more.
Robin beat her fists weakly against the bed. Her ass shuddered. She felt the great waves of orgasm coming, and she gave herself over to them with gusto.
"Yaaaaah, Midnight!" she cried.
His tongue was imbedded in her pussy. Her muscular sheath crushed down around it, the silken rings pulsing and squeezing and drawing inward.
Juice gushed from the walls of her slick cunt and flowed down the groove of Midnight's tongue into his mouth. His nose blew and snorted and pressed against her quivering asshole at the same time, making her nearly pass out from the intensity of it all.
She gasped. She panted. She tried to close her thighs and get a moment's rest when it was over for her, but Midnight wouldn't stop licking and slurping and pawing at her butt.
She felt him begin to shake oddly. She looked under her body, between her tits and between her drenched thighs and pouting cunt-lips. She gasped with renewed heat.
Under his black, hairy belly, she could see his cock-sheath wobbling. She could see his balls dangling and moving. She could see his haunches pumping up and down as he tucked his butt under rhythmically and fucked the air.
And she could see his cock!
It was huge! She'd never thought a dog's prick could be so big and hard and thick!
She looked at the redness of it, the wetness along the slippery shaft. She saw the pointed end, sharp and tapered, so different from a man's cock-head.
Then, while she watched, she saw juice dripping from the end. She felt Midnight's paws wrap around her hips and hold her ass tightly, and she caught her breath with a wild gasp.
He wanted to fuck her! Her own dog wanted to fuck her!
Midnight growled. He tossed his muzzle. A string of hot saliva drooled onto her back and tickled towards her waist, making her shiver all over. She stared at the pointed tip of his prick and cried out when she saw it open up and begin spurting jets of hot, white dog-sperm through the air.
"Ahhhhhhh, Midnight! You're coming!" she cried.
She felt dazed. She felt thrilled. And she'd had the nerve to think Pete was stupid for not fucking her right away when she'd been just as stupid for not thinking of having Midnight fuck her!
"Ah, hell – you made him waste it, baby," the voice came.
Robin squeaked with shock. She whipped her head around towards the door and watched him close it behind him. Close it and lock it.
"Logan!" she cried, sucking in her breath. Then, unable to think of anything brighter to say, she squeaked, "What are you doing here?"
He grinned. His eyes went back and forth over her naked body in a greedy, lust-filled way.
"I came over to see your mother," he said, his voice husky. "To talk about that business deal I'm trying to get her in on."
"She's not here!"
"Yeah, I found that out. Then I thought I'd come looking for you. I was checking to see if maybe you were fishing off the back of the boat, or something, when I heard the air conditioner running in here. So, I took a look. And here you are, having yourself a little party with the pooch." He grinned again, licking his lips.
"Oh, God…" Robin groaned.
Suddenly she felt terrible. She wanted to die. All the thoughts she'd had earlier of seducing him and getting him to give her a good fucking and taking him away from her mother were completely overshadowed right now by her sense of shame.
He might, after all, be her stepfather very shortly. She knew he was working on getting her mother to marry him. And he'd just caught her getting her pussy licked by her dog!
"My, my," he said. "What's Mommy going to say now? Do you figure she'll go for the mutt more than she goes for Pete?"
"Don't tell Mom! Oh, please don't tell Mom!" Robin cried.
He came towards her, smiling down at her slim, willowy, young body, ogling the nakedness and the wetness between her thighs.
"Well, maybe we can work out a deal about that, baby," he said.
Robin caught her breath. She seemed to come to her senses a little. There wasn't much doubt about what he meant. He wanted to fuck her. That look was in his eyes again, and she could see the bulge of his big prick filling out the front of his pants.