"Get her!" Rick said to the dog. The same command was used before, and the big Setter recognized it. Barking twice, the dog jerked from his resting position and lunged for the prostrate Lydia.
The blonde saw the big animal prancing toward her and groaned, covering her face protectively with her hands while rolling over on her belly. Rick and Doug weren't to be disappointed. Reaching down they rolled Lydia on her back just when the Setter reached her shoulders. The confused woman kicked her legs free of their hands and the animal settled down between her legs and prodded her hungrily between her thighs.
"Oh no, don't!" Lydia cried, shuddering as she felt that familiar tongue slosh back up her slick, fat crack. It was terrible, that same forbidden feeling of earlier tearing at her snatch. The big dog was growling excitedly. Lydia struggled backward on the ground, propping her torso up on her elbows and scooting her violated asscheeks over the ground. But where could she go? The fence was behind her, and the men all around her.
As she moved backward she could feel the velvet wetness of her pussy exposed. She sensed the inner surfaces of her pussy rubbing together as she wormed further away from the creeping, growling animal.
"No!" she begged.
"No!" all three men shouted back, breaking into mocking laughter as they all watched the dog jump, his front big hairy paws hitting her thighs. His nose plunged immediately under her hot cuntal mound, his tongue wetting her. The animal wasn't fooled by Lydia's reluctance on the surface. He was whining, wiggling his strong body back and forth as he towered above her. Lydia felt petrified.
The first touch of the tongue had made her belly muscles contract with fear. And yet she wasn't hitting him or screaming out.
"Ohhh, my God!" Unbelievably she was opening her cunt to him, letting him touch her in the most secret places. She had fallen back on the ground, pressing her right cheek against the dirt and slowly letting her knees fall apart. The dog was going wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner skin of her thigh. Each lick brought floods of juice from her cunt. It was the lovely, wonderful friction she had felt earlier. Her knees fell further apart. There was familiar clicking sound and pulling, itching sensation as her cunt-lips unstuck. The big dog lapped at them. He had been licking her asscheeks, his tongue getting dangerously close to her bunghole. Lydia had scooted up further to protect her shitter. But the animal had returned to her cunt. He was nuzzling his black nose between her blooming pussy-lips.
Lydia realized the dog was tasting her. Smell and taste, the most developed of an animal's senses, were being fully stimulated by her juicing snatch. Gently he let his long pink tongue caress and pet her clitty. Lydia shuddered with the consuming sexual fever she had felt earlier when the big animal licked her. Oh to feel that rolling, throbbing climax in her cunny again!
It was so uninhibited to be like this with the dog. He was resting on his belly now between her parted thighs. She could feel his hot breath tickle her pussy hairs as he drenched her twat over and over again with his thick animal spittle.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh," Lydia moaned over and over while her head rolled on the ground. The hunger in her body seemed to force out every last ounce of decency and shame from her mind and body. All she could think about was the growing tense ball of sexual tension growing deep in her belly, pushing down on her cunny and demanding quick satisfaction.
Her hands reached down her belly, finding the animal's pointed nose and his black, hot, wet rubbery lips. She felt at the steamy mess between her thighs as she had done before and felt a thrill of lustful, shameless excitement ripple over her crawling flesh.
"Jesus!" Lydia gasped. She moved her ass up, ignoring the growing cramp in her ass-muscle. The dog sensed her growing excitement and whimpered through his nose. Now he was bathing the very bottom of her ass once more with hot spit, lapping back into the slit of her asscheeks and threatening her bunghole again. Lydia felt so wet down there. The insides of her thighs, her ass, her cunt were all slicked down with the Setter's spittle. When Lydia managed to push herself back up to a sitting position again, the shock of what was happening to her hit her full force.
"Oh noooo!" the blonde cried, fighting up through the lust settling over her mind. She tried to push the dog away, but her arms trembled, then failed her. Her fingers instead curled behind his furry ears. She humped her back, pressing her swollen, pulsing cunt up against his pointed muzzle. The pink tongue drove up and down her crack.
Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction and the places between her toes tickled strangely. She fanned her fingers out along the animal's neck, the long hairs tickling the undersides of her hands. Slowly Lydia inched her knees back until they were against her tits. Then parted them further, letting every hollow of her pussy peel back. The animal whined, nuzzling and licking and pressing his nose against her soaked cunt.
Lydia gasped and babbled to him as he lapped her to a mindless state of sexual ecstasy. The stiff tickle of his coat against her knees and upper legs made her throw her head to the side and cry out. She moved her ass up, let it fall back again, then moved it up one more time. Up and back, up and back, faster and faster, twisting to one side and then the other so the animal's teeth brushed one cunt-lip at a time. Lydia remembered the thrilling sensation the dog's fangs gave her as they raked the silky, slick linings of her pussy before.
She wanted that feeling again. She wanted to be taunted with the possibility of being torn to pieces by this sheer brute.
"Uhhh, ohhhh!" the blonde didn't care about anything anymore. She could die doing this and it wouldn't matter. Those men could do to her what they wanted. All she wanted to do was cum, then die. Her nostrils flared, burning with the air she sucked in to feed her writhing, bucking body. The dog's licking seemed to be everywhere in her pussy at once. If only she could have that sensation of being filled.
That was the only thing she missed. If only she could have a cock shoved up in her cunny. Anything up there would do.
Then something happened Lydia did not expect. The big dog moved higher, squatting down at the same time when Lydia had moved her pussy down. Before she knew it, his paws were down on her shoulders, pinning her upper torso down against the ground while his hind legs were brushing up against her ass. Real fear now brought her back to reality in a flash.
Yes, she wanted a cock up her twat – but a human one. To think a dog's bony knobber would be shoved into her pussy, slicing open her fat labes, knifing into her belly. Licking was one thing – but fucking?
"Off! No! Bad dog!" Lydia cried, beating the animal's back with the balls of her feet as she weakly tried to push the furry belly off her flattened titties. But the animal was too determined and she too weak by her intense sexuality to do anything. She felt a hot string of drool splatter across her face, having fallen from the animal's slackened mouth. The claws scratched her shoulders painfully as the big Setter settled down between her widely splayed knees.
She felt something hot and wet and pointed bounce across her upturned asscheeks. Her cuntal walls spasmed. To her horror Lydia realized her hot, juicy pussy was trying to clasp the dog's prong.
"No, no!" Lydia screeched, dropping her legs and thus preventing the animal's cock from making its entry into her pussy.
"No you don't baby," Rick said, lurching forward and grabbing her injured ankle. Lydia felt a pang of agony and screamed out, the last ounce of strength draining from her body. She let him and Doug push her legs back up, spreading her thighs apart and letting the anxious Setter settle in her cuntal saddle.