For an instant it looked as if the lewdly splayed young woman had indeed broken something inside as her eyes opened wide in surprise and her abdominal muscles tightened in shock, her long silky legs jerking out stiff and trembling as her ass-cheeks clenched. For almost a full ten seconds, the beautiful young blonde hung motionless on the edge of the chair, her fingers shoved right up to the mouth of her vagina, the thick orange carrot nearly vanished inside. Then, "Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned deliriously, her body coming to life, tortured almost beyond endurance by that hard invading presence buried so far up inside her tender belly.
Immediately her fingers jerked the carrot out half its length and then rammed it back in again. She built up an uneven tempo, jerking the orange spear out, holding it there a moment as her body prepared for the onslaught, screaming in lewd desire, and then with a heavy thrust she would bury it up inside her wetly quivering cunt. Slowly the tempo increased until the strange substitute penis was a flashing streak of orange reflections drumming in and out of the sobbing gasping young woman's sucking cuntal depths. Angela's head was twisting wildly back and forth against the back of the chair in passion, her eyes shut, long blonde hair whipping across her flushed features. Farther and farther her legs fell open until they were a great "vee" splaying out wide in front of the chair. With wonderful certainty the panting young wife knew her orgasm was almost there, could feel its awesome potential building, building far up inside her throbbing belly. Drawing in a choked breath, Angela shifted her grip on the obscene substitute penis that was to bring her completion, ready to push herself over the edge with one last series of hard passionate thrusts, eyes still tightly closed. Then her whole body went rigid with shock and fear as she felt the unmistakable touch of something cold against the inside of her knee, accompanied by a warm breath.
Angela's eyes flew open in terror, so certain was she that she had been caught in her shameless act, the carrot still buried obscenely deep up in her pussy, its knobby orange length protruding back out by itself as the frightened young woman's hands flew out to grip the arms of the chair.
"H-Hans!" she blurted out in a mixture of anger and relief. While her eyes had been closed, the big animal had crept unseen up between her widespread thighs, driven past the point of caution as he saw his lovely naked mistress so obviously thrusting something into herself, the maddening, exhilarating smell of her passion filling the room with a heady aroma the lusty dog had come to know so well.
"Hans!" Angela said again, more sharply this time, at the same moment trying to struggle more erect in the chair, but the carrot buried deep in her cunt plus the dog's presence between her awkwardly splayed thighs made it difficult to maneuver. Making one hand of the arm of the chair to clutch desperately at the impaling vegetable between her legs only made the struggling young woman lose her balance, and she fell back heavily in the chair.
"Damn it," she said a third time to the big dog. "You get out of here, Hans. Let me up!" But Hans only whined eagerly between his mistress' spread white legs, too near her passion-drenched cunt to force himself away now. While Angela lay back in the chair struggling for balance, the titillated German shepherd could not resist moving his head forward until it was only inches away from the lust-arousing loins before him, so that he could sense the heat emanating from the widespread pink slit. Automatically his long tongue shot out to drink in those juices, stabbing into the soft pink flesh just above the visible stump of the carrot, then working down underneath toward the little pucker of her anus.
The effect on Angela was as if she had touched a live wire. She stiffened in amazement, her desire to get up temporarily driven from her mind by that hot, wet, living piece of flesh sliding over her nakedly displayed loins. Looking down in wonder, stunned at the intensity of her body's reaction to her pet's lewd tonguing, the young woman could only stare as the big animal did his best to lick over and around the carrot still imbedded in the depths he so desired to invade. Gently Hans opened his mouth wider and firmly took the hard shaft between his teeth, pulling and tugging as the glistening orange shaft slid slowly and excruciatingly out of Angela's trembling loins.
"Nnnnngggg," Angela moaned as her already aroused body spasmed from the slow withdrawal. Her intention of once again ordering the German shepherd away blew up like a puff of smoke, as her tortured mind temporarily stopped functioning.
"No, no, Hans," she whispered weakly as the carrot fell to the floor. Like a bird before a snake, the paralyzed young blonde watched that huge furry head poise once more over her suddenly emptied cunt, wanting to stop this impending obscenity but helpless to move or cry out.
"Aaaaahhhhh," she sobbed, her back arching in shock as once again the long thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal opening, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles shooting through her vulnerable body. Before she could recover her control the darting pink tongue flickered over her shuddering loins again and again, taking the breath from her lungs.
"No, no, no… this can't be," she gasped out, unable to do more than writhe helplessly in the chair, her fingers digging into the upholstered arms. Could this be happening to her? Was her own dog actually licking and slavering at her nakedly offered loins or was it all part of some shameful dream? Again and again her conscience told her to sit up in the chair and push the dog away, but her treacherous body refused to obey. No, no, no, this wasn't right, her mind screamed out, this was depraved, wrong! But then she remembered the obscene act she had been performing only moments before, the very nadir of depravity as she fucked the lewdly peeled car-rot in and out of her shameless cunt. How could this be so much worse? Was it because the animal was alive and his big brown eyes were looking up at her even as his tongue buried itself up into her spasming vagina?
By the time all these thoughts had begun to sort themselves out in the moaning young housewife's mind, it was too late. That curling, dipping, thrusting tongue now had complete control over her pitifully cringing body, lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes, yes, why fight it, she thought finally. Only a short time ago, she had made the decision to do something about her deprived sex life, short of adultery, and maybe this was the answer. At least Hans would never be able to tell on her.
"Oh, Hans… baby," she heard her voice moan. "Do it to me. Lick… lick. Oh please, baby, make your Angela cum." The last of her resistance gone, Angela's hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure-giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt lewdly forward, her heels digging into the carpet beneath to give her more leverage. Out and in, out and in, wetly flashed that long thick tongue, starting down at Angela's tiny little anus, gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her fever-pink cunt lips, slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across her achingly erect clitoris. On and on, again and again, Hans licked tirelessly, happily at the soft hair-fringed treasures spread so defenselessly before him, savoring the hot musky taste and odors, trying to slip his hungry tongue as far up into his mistress' fluttering pussy-mouth as it would go. The handsome animal was happy, happy that he would be able to know his beloved mistress in the same way as he knew the beautiful woman down the road.