Paul Gable - Horse-loving niece

She grabbed the German Shepherd's fur roughly and pulled his snout into her cunt. She needed something to fill herself with, something to have fucking in and out of her cunt, trenching out her fuckhole. Janice felt the tiny muscles cramping with tension and lust. Fingers weren't any good anymore. No, she wanted something longer, something thicker.

Chad was licking her cunt hard now, concentrating his tonguing up and down her wet pussy, directing his movements against the wet mound of pink flesh throbbing hard like an opened wound. A cock. A real cock. Yes, that was what she needed, something that wouldn't tease her. Something that would bring her around, would excite her to the limit.

Chad was making muted growling noises in his throat now. Janice knew what that meant. She felt him nuzzling her thighs, in a sense trying to roll her over.

"I… I can't… just can't."

But it was as if some dark power had taken her over. Janice sucked in a little breath, feeling his narrow, powerful back humping as his instincts began to guide him.

"Oh my God…"

In a moment Janice found herself on the floor, her arms stretched out to either side of her body, her head turned to one side and her cheek pressed against the floor. Some brown hairs had fallen over her eyes while her ass stuck up in the air, fuck juice dribbling down from her cunthole and sticking her thighs. She was waiting to be mounted, crouching down, curling her toes until they cramped.

Chad was behind her once more, his tongue hanging out, then moving up as he licked her ass hungrily. The tickle was excruciating, just as before. But now there was an added thrill, one that sharpened her sense of excitement and lust. She was going to give herself totally to an animal, to a dog!

"Here… Chad, here," she moaned.

Paws scratched at her asscheeks. Then she felt the weight of the dog's underside brush over her spine. His weight was on her back. He was on her, actually on top of her, moving around, trying to slip his prick into her pussy. Janice knelt there, her head spinning madly around and around. What was she doing? She had her spine bowed down, her ass shoved out to make the angle of her cunt right… as right as she thought it would be for fucking. Chad was above her, his forepaws wrapped around her chest, holding her to him while his hindquarters pranced nervously behind her. She could feel his doggie prick rubbing up and down her thighs, stabbing blindly around, looking for that warm, wet, hot, furry hole he'd been licking earlier.

"My… my God!"

A thrill of wild sexuality filled her mind and chest. Her long brown hair hung down to curtain her face as she pushed herself up and waited for that touch, that horrible, wonderful touch of his prick. Janice's shapely ass moved, dipped. Something brushed against her clit, something very, very hot and slick.

"Fuck… fuck…" the woman was babbling now, wagging her ass around to urge Chad on.

Again Janice wondered if this was really happening. Thoughts of men drifted through her mind as she moved under the dog's body. Yes, it was happening, really happening. The woman felt the red tip of Chad's prick brush along her cunt crack. A flash of fear and guilt and shame poured through her reeling mind. Disgust made her a little sick as she felt her excitement peak. She was walking on the fringe of satisfying her need to have her cunt filled. But could she go that far? Could she actually let this animal fuck her?

There was more of his prick, more of his angry prick sliding into her cunt mouth. Janice felt his forelegs tighten, felt his hindquarters prance nervously around behind her while his body shivered against her back. He was fucking her, really fucking her. More and more of that dog's knobby cockmeat was fucking into her cunthole. Janice closed her eyes, her flesh puckering up into goosepimples. Fucked by a dog! Fucked by a dog! The statement repeated itself over and over in her confused mind as Chad fucked more of his prick into her.

"Uhhhhh!"

Her belly jerked and tightened. Janice gasped, opening her eyes, then closing them tightly again. It was foul, so very foul! And yet there was a definite sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins, making her brain boil with delight. She snapped her head from side to side now, her hair whipping across her face and the tops of her whitened knuckles. Chad pulled back a little, then shoved forward, pulled back, then fucked a little deeper, his bushy tail brushing over the tops of her feet.

"My God, my God!" Janice gasped.

Janice felt his hot breath blowing against the back of her neck, felt his head nestling in the valley between her jutting shoulder blades. In and out, in and out, faster and faster he fucked, his grunts echoing in Janice's ears like cannon shots. There was little technique with the animal. There was nothing but lust. Sheer wild animal lust taking over, turning him into a fucking machine. Well, she could lust as well, rut under his body, back up and wag her tail from side to side in an attempt to get more friction, get more of his prick up her pussy.

Rational thought no longer existed for the tormented woman. Her tits jiggled from side to side, slapping together, their tips brushing over the silky material of her blouse. How she wanted to take all her clothes off. But there was no time now, no time for anything except fucking with the dog, letting him fuck her until she went mindless with delight.

In a moment Janice realized the dog was going to cum. She could feel him trembling on top of her, heard the whimpering growls that told her he was going to make it. The woman cried out again and again, clawing at the carpeting until little tufts of torn piling collected under her nails. Soon, soon.

"Yaaaaggghhhhhhh!" Janice screamed.

Suddenly Janice broke out into a series of hoarse, choked cries of delight. Cumming! He was cumming, shooting his load into her cunt. The woman pitched forward, her elbows collapsing again. There was the sensation of something pulling out of her cunt. Of course, it was Chad's cock! She had fallen forward somehow, pulled free of the big animal. Oh, she should get up, get back and let him fuck her. But things were happening too fast.

Janice felt herself being bounced around in a sea of sensations. Her pussy convulsing, feeling so damned itchy and achy and then going into those awful spasms of delight… a delight she had rarely felt before!

And when it was over, it was over! There were no lingering caresses, no licks of appreciation. Chad pulled away, trotting away to a corner and lying down where once more he proceeded to lick his shrinking prick. Janice pulled herself back onto the couch, knocking off the magazine she had been looking through moments before. How her cunt burned and throbbed! And there was that sticky, wet sensation between her cunt-lips! Doggie jizz! She shuddered, rubbing her upper arms briskly with both hands. The thought that she'd gone all the way with Chad somehow pleased as well as repulsed her. It was very confusing.

"Damn!"

Janice rolled onto her ass once more, one arm draped over her face. It was going to be a long, long night. Chad had made her cum violently, with a passion she hadn't known for a long, long time. But now, as she lay naked on her bed, the sheets having been kicked off long ago, the brunette thought once more about looking for the dog. It was nearly midnight. Her sister wasn't home yet. That dance must have been quite an affair. Janice laughed a little bitterly, again imagining the blonde twisting and turning under that foreman's fucking body.

He was so handsome too. Handsome and virile. If she had made a move, Janice was sure she could have landed him in the sack. But Linda was her sister and Janice had no right stealing men from the girl.