Ellie wasn't sure how long she had sat alone, sipping Scotch and listening to the radio, when she heard a bark outside. She went out into the little clearing between the trailers. To her surprise, Nugget came bounding over to her. The blonde hugged the dog and stroked his glossy coat. In her lonely despair, the dog's affection was like manna from heaven.
It took a moment for the frightening possibility to enter her head: where there was the dog, could the master be far behind? She scanned the surrounding brush and woods for close to half an hour. There was no sign of old Jim the prospector.
"What are you doing here, Nugget? Did you run away from home?"
Though still uneasy about the dog's presence, Ellie took Nugget into the trailer and fed him some meat scraps. She talked non-stop to the big animal, who looked up at her with wide intelligent eyes that seemed to comprehend what she was saying. "I bet you think I talk a lot, big boy. But I'm kind of lonely, and I really need to talk to somebody."
Suddenly the tears she had been suppressing since her husband left gushed to the surface. She collapsed on the couch in a sobbing heap, her face buried against the pillows. The rumpled skirt she had been wearing since last night was pulled up around her buttocks. She wore no panties. She had been unable to find them in Wanda's room before she left.
Engrossed as she was in her despair, the sudden cold prod against her asscheeks made her catch her breath. A shiver of excitement soared up her spine. Unconsciously, she wiggled her buttocks backward, searching for another taste of that tantalizing sensation. Again the cold prods struck, this time ramming in between her ass-cheeks, assaulting her tiny virginal asshole. "Ooooohhh!"
The blonde was not drunk enough that she did not realize what was causing the delicious excitement – pangs to rush up and down her spine. She knew the dog was nosing her buttocks. Right now, Ellie was depressed and hopeless enough that she could not give up this innocent titillation. She felt lost and unloved. The cold prods of Nugget's nose on her ass were taking her mind off her misery. Nugget, at least, could accept her and love her as she was – with all her imperfections.
The next moment, it was more than Nugget's nose that was investigating the blonde's intriguing ass-crevice. He snaked out his tongue and licked her hidden slit.
"Aaaiieeee! Oh Nugget baby!" As alcohol-enhanced arousal coursed through her system, Ellie wantonly ground her ass back in the dog's face. With her own face safely buried in the pillows, she felt protected from the brute reality of what she was doing. She couldn't see Nugget sampling the flavor of her naked flesh. It was almost like a dream – a delightful, compelling dream.
With the blonde's cooperation, the dog was able to delve his tongue deeper up along the slit between her thighs. He found the hair-fringed furrow of her pussy. It was ripe with the residue of yesterday's arousal. The dog lapped hungrily at the little hole, cleaning up every last drop of the intoxicating flavor.
As she strove to give the dog more leeway in her throbbing pussy-slit, Ellie fell down to her knees on the rug and pulled up her skirt. Her upper torso still rested on the couch. Her face was still buried in the pillows. But now her ass waved freely before the dog's face. He could tongue her moist treasures to his heart's delight.
She moaned wantonly, writhing her shapely white hips under the tantalizing assault of the dog's tongue. As her excitement grew more and more intense, the woman grew more abandoned. She ceased to worry about the morality of what she was doing. In her mind's eye, she conjured up titillating pictures of the dog's prick, swollen with blood and desire for her fleshy hot cunt.
The lewd thought made fresh juices surge from her pussy. At last, she could no longer resist the urge to look back over her shoulder. From the dog's loins hung a pointed red erection. It was just as she had imagined! Nugget was hot for her!
"Oooooohhh!" The knowledge fired her lurid, alcohol-freed imagination. She wanted that cock!
Not letting herself pause to consider the possible dangers of her course – who knew when she might be interrupted by Hank's return, by Greg, even by the old prospector in search of his runaway dog – she undulated her ass-cheeks feverishly against the urgent tongue assault. Then, without her seeming to will them, the words sprang from her lips.
"Come on, Nugget! Up, boy, up!" In the midst of her drunken ecstasy, Ellie realized once again how much she had changed since she came to their lonely new home. Her raunchy libido seemed to have soared in this desolate spot, with nothing to think about but her own feelings and wants. Until now, she had become a woman who could shamelessly squirm in front of a dog's tongue and beg to be fucked by the slavering beast!
Even thoughts of her own depravity excited Ellie. Her arousal was heightened by the feel of the furry paws encircling her hips, by the hefty weight of the dog's cock slamming against her thighs as he searched for her wet hole.
Eager to get that big dog-prick up inside her cunt, she tilted her pussy this way and that, trying to find just the right angle for him. At last, Nugget found purchase in her fleshy slit. His rigid cock drove deep into her hot spasming cunt.
"Aaaailieee! Oh God! It's good! Soooo good!" Already any fear of the relentless urgency of that stroking animal-cock was gone. Far from shrinking from his impalements, Ellie screwed her ass back to welcome them. While Nugget established his hard-driving pace into her welcoming depths, Ellie slammed her ass joyously against his furry loins. She no longer needed to hide her face in the pillows to ward off her conscience. Now she tossed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders and shrieked out her pleasure to the ceiling. "Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Your cock's so good in meee!"
The abandoned woman imagined how she must look, bent over the couch, surrendering her ass and her hungry pussy to the big dog. She could see in her imagination the dark paws digging into her smooth white flesh. The image made her weak with passion. She felt she had become utterly depraved. And, rather than regretting her lost innocence, with the courage of the alcohol, she could revel in her new wanton sensuality.
Goaded by her abandoned squirming, Nugget struggled mindlessly up behind her, trying to keep up his hard-skewering pace into her hot clinging pussy-depths. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he slaved over the woman. From time to time, a drop of saliva would fall onto her back. It gleamed on her fair skin in lewd testimony to their combined depravity. A pearly dewdrop of lust.
As the noon sun beat down on the trailer in its lonely outpost, woman and dog gyrated together, panting with the fury of their exertion. The woman moaned non-stop as the dog's filling cock drove her to unexplored peaks of arousal. Ellie had become totally a creature of the senses. She was operating on the same level as the dog himself. She was striving for the elusive promise that hovered just over the horizon.
"Screw me! Screw me, Nugget!" she demanded savagely. "Make me cum! I want to cum!"
So engrossed were the two in their urgent writhings, they didn't hear the sound of approaching footsteps.
CHAPTER TEN
Greg made no attempt to conceal his approach until he heard the first wails of pleasure emanating from the Jones' trailer. He crept forward until he reached the door. Falling to his knees, he looked through the gap in the bright-yellow curtain at the lust-inspiring scene inside.
"Make me cum! I want to cum! Ooooohhh, Nugget!" Despite his wide range of experience, Greg had never seen a woman who looked more utterly abandoned than the disheveled blonde kneeling against the couch, fucking the German Shepherd. Her clothes were disarrayed, her skirt was pushing up over her hips to give the dog room. Her jaw hung slackly open. Her whole face was tense with lewd expectancy. It wouldn't be long, Greg knew, before her features would dissolve in the relaxing spell of orgasm.